After draining the mole's blood, Yang Yi looked around but saw no one moving on the decks of the other ships.
Then he sniffed hard, catching the fragrance of blood.
This was actually a vampire's unique sense of smell. Unlike a werewolf's, it only worked on blood.
It could even distinguish between "living blood" and "dead blood." The former existed inside living creatures-the scent given off by vigorous blood coursing through their veins-and smelled sweeter.
Yang Yi sniffed carefully and found that quite a few people were still alive.
After all, the Great Newspaper was a large fleet. Its members couldn't possibly consist of just these twenty-odd people.
Yang Yi discovered that the scent of "living blood" mainly came from the ship beneath his feet. More precisely, it came from inside the ship.
He crouched down and tried touching the Newspaper's deck.
"It really is paper."
Yang Yi was certain.
At least, that was how it felt.
This paper didn't absorb water, nor was it oil paper. It was old newspaper, with a somewhat rough surface covered in all sorts of jumbled information. Much of it was content from the Weekly Magazine that Yang Yi had read before.
He applied a little force, and his sharp claws left five clear scratches in the deck.
"Pretty sturdy, too."
Yang Yi judged that the paper was no weaker than lumber. It was also stacked very thickly; he had only cut through the top few sheets.
After standing up, he glanced again at the twenty-odd ordinary ships moored nearby, then turned and walked toward the only room on the Newspaper's deck.
The ship had a mast and sails, but Yang Yi felt they were more decorative than functional.
Most importantly, the Newspaper didn't seem to have any cannons. He had no idea how