"Help you?" Vivian looked at Hao Ren curiously. "Do you want something good for dinner? Or maybe a snack?"
Hao Ren broke into a cold sweat. Who would've thought this super vampire would completely degenerate into a cook and nanny? Her entire thought process seems to be locked within a twenty-meter radius around the kitchen. He waved his hands helplessly. "Not that. I wanted to ask whether you can still contact any other nonhumans. Vampires, werewolves, even ghosts or zombies—anything works. Preferably someone you have at least a little history with."
Vivian immediately frowned. "I hardly ever contact those lunatics from my own clan... As for the old fogeys from other races, I haven't heard from most of them in many years. Though when that Aben werewolf came last time, he did leave me a secret means of contact."
Vivian was an unconventional vampire. Ever since humans carved the first pictographs into stone, she had spent more time with humans than with other nonhumans. Her reason was, "Those old fogeys are all crazy." Compared with nonhumans who only knew how to fight all day, Vivian clearly preferred humans, who were younger, full of variables, and relatively more peaceful—relatively speaking, at least. Her peculiar behavior had earned her quite a reputation, mainly because everyone, both within and outside her race, thought this lady was crazy. This also meant that Vivian rarely had any grasp of what was happening in nonhuman society. She could not even clearly explain where the several Bloodkin settlements in the world were located.
"They've all lost contact?" Hao Ren was somewhat disappointed. He felt that the only person in this household he could count on was this vampire. As for the husky, the wandering singer, and the old demon from another world, did any of them look