Afterwards, Kou Dong got more information from Selin's intermittent description.

Sellin is a peddler's businessman. Although the merchant's status was not high, he sailed between several continents, relying on his clever business acumen to sell china, silk and spices, but he also made a lot of money, bought a small piece of his own land in the south, A small farm was built on it, and since then it has taken root, married a wife and had children.

A month ago, someone ordered a deal from him, not the goods he usually sells, but a group of living people.

It's not that Sellin has never trafficked in human beings. There are many black people who come from the far south across the sea. The dark and shiny skin is rare and smooth. Moreover, the price is cheap, and rich people will use it as slaves.

But the messenger said that this big customer doesn't want those black slaves.

He wanted more special people.

"The skin is white, and there should be no scars from head to toe; the appearance should be delicate, and the eyes of the adults should not be dirty; the age should not be too old, just between ten and twenty-five years old; before the official transaction, make sure that their Eat a light diet, don't eat greasy meat..."

The more valuable the status, the higher the remuneration paid by the other party.

This rare request was unheard of before, and Selin was stunned. Although he is a trader, he can only sell slaves, where have these people been sold.

"But they're too generous," Serin whispered, "it's all gold..."

The man who made the request arrogantly took off a ring and threw it at him. The crystal clear sapphire on the gold holder, the size of the thumb cap, caught Selin's eyes and shook his heart.

Selin was fascinated by money for a while and agreed. He didn't go into details about who he used to find people and how he brought them to the castle - but, after he brought people to the castle, he couldn't get out of it.

At first it was just a trade of money and goods, but the owner of the castle changed his mind after seeing him. Selin was also treated as a blood slave, imprisoned here, wandering in the nightmare of blood being eaten up by this group of blood clans.

"You shouldn't have come," said Serin hoarsely. "There are demons in here! They have no master in their eyes, they are demons from hell..."

His pupils were dilated, wondering if he remembered his experience of being sucked blood, he couldn't help shuddering, and muttered something in a low voice. Looking at the shape of the mouth, it seems to be saying "devil", "devil".

Kou Dong patted him without saying a word, only watching the other side twitch like a convulsion. Selin's cheeks were full of tears, and he said in a low voice, "Just have pity on my daughter..."

She was so young, still in an infant, that she would never see her father again.

Kou Dong comforted him: "I will definitely save you."

Sellin didn't answer, and this time he didn't ask Kou Dong not to come or leave quickly. The brown eyes behind his fingers flickered slightly, and his eyelashes were immediately covered.

"There is still food for us in the basin," he said softly. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Hurry up and eat some."

The food he was talking about was nothing but a bunch of cold green leaves and a whole stewed potato, which was fished out of the soup pot by the **. For the first time, Kou Dong saw the dark cuisine of the West, and he almost vomited after tasting it.

It was salty and astringent, and even tasted a little earthy. Compared with this, he can even understand why so many nobles choose to become blood races - it is true that human blood looks better than this.

The look on his face was too obvious, and Serin smiled wryly.

"That's all, my friend. Get used to it."

He was silent for a while, and then said, "Is it almost midnight?"

The sky couldn't be seen clearly in the basement. Fortunately, Ye Yanzhi still had a pocket watch in his pocket. He took it out and opened it with a click.

"immediately."

Serin snorted, looking a little uneasy, and suddenly opened his mouth to persuade Kou Dong: "You still have some food, other than these, there is no food for people to eat in this ancient castle-so many days, always Can't you be hungry all the time?"

Kou Dong looked at him, wondering what he was thinking about, and after a while he turned his eyes to Ye Yanzhi.

"Let's go up first?"

Ye Yanzhi said calmly, "Okay."

He didn't even ask why, and walked upstairs with Kou Dong. Serin's voice became anxious, and he said behind them, "Just go like this?"

He paused and added, "My friend, won't you take me away?"

"Not for now," Kou Dong turned his head and said sincerely, with the same transliteration as the other party, and assured him, "Oh, my friend, please bear with me a little longer. - Wait for me to deal with their demons, Come back immediately to save you."

He left without looking back. Sellin stared behind him, his eyes turned from the friendly ones before, and became a little bit hot and sinister. He stared at the back of the young man almost greedily, looking at the slender neck, the straight and slender back, and the waist that could be held by one hand outlined by the loose palace-style shirt... Watching him disappear little by little in front of the kitchen door.

When he turned his head, Selin's throat rolled slightly. He lowered his head and whispered, "God is above..."

It's more of an exclamation than a prayer.

A few harsh crows suddenly sounded in the kitchen, and a pitch-black bird flew out from the shadows of the flesh and blood. It stood in front of Sellin, barked twice, and stared at him with dark, dripping eyes, as if staring at a pile of carrion that could be eaten.

For some reason, Selin's tremor suddenly became larger. He trembled: "I have followed the instructions of the adults-"

The crow showed no mercy, standing on his arm, pecking at his skin with its sharp beak, making the already wounded hand even more bloody. The fresh red flesh turned out, and Serin let out a low pained cry, his body swaying involuntarily. Due to the pain of being torn and gnawed hard, his eyes were pitch black, and if it wasn't for the ropes, he would almost fall down.

When he was about to faint, the crow finally flew away from him, stood on the table, and straightened the slightly messy feathers on his wings.

It opened its mouth, but this time it was no longer a gruff cry.

- but human words.

"This is a lesson," it fluttered its wings, looking contemptuous, extremely proud, "it's said more than once, you should remember it too."

Celine moaned intermittently, looking at it in awe and disgust. The crow was unmoved, opened his mouth, and still conveyed his instructions. Its tone is extremely strange, the tail is long, the speed is extremely slow, and the sound is majestic and indifferent.

"My lord told me to tell you."

"forever and ever"

"Don't rise again and try to monopolize his thoughts."

Sellin didn't answer, just clenched his hand tightly into a clenched fist.

After going out, Ye Yanzhi said succinctly: "He has a problem."

From the other's eyes, he saw his familiar desire for exclusiveness.

This obviously does not meet the description of Serin's mouth.

Kou Dong also nodded and said in a low voice, "His words can't make sense, there are many mistakes and omissions."

For example, the owner of the castle originally just wanted to do business with him, but changed his mind after seeing him.

Kou Dong was puzzled by this statement from the bottom of his heart: "He doesn't look that delicious."

This is not to say that Selin is ugly. In fact, the other party is handsome and handsome, and he is quite good-looking - but the problem is that Selin is a businessman, and he has been used to suffering since he was a child. Delicate, not in line with the appetite of these picky vampires. At least compared to the food on the table this evening, Serin was at best inferior.

In this case, the earl can change his mind at a glance...

To be honest, Kou Dong didn't believe it at all.

Usually, you have to choose a good pork when you buy a pork in the market, and the other party doesn't have a buff with a full favorability like him.

"He's not me!"

He is the kind of blue-faced disaster who can make NPCs possessive at a glance, and the others can only be regarded as little cannon fodder without a name!

Ye Yanzhi: "..."

He seemed quite proud.

"Come up," the young man said, bending down again in front of Kou Dong, "I'll carry you."

Kou Dong pressed on him and continued: "This is very strange. If he came in, he would be locked in the kitchen as food... Where did the letter come from?"

The other party's hands were bound and apparently unable to write or send.

Besides, his reaction to blood sucking was not right. As far as the dinner party was concerned, blood-sucking was an extremely joyful, even addictive, thing for both parties, but Serin showed more fear. This also means that it was not the blood-sucking or bleeding itself that made Selin panic, but something else that panicked him.

——Or rather, another vampire who didn’t just want his blood.

The two fell into a brief silence. In this silence, Kou Dong suddenly broke it.

"Is it twelve o'clock?"

Ye Yanzhi lifted him up again, took out a pocket watch with one free hand, and lifted the golden lid.

He replied, "It's been two minutes."

"Well," the man on his back responded, hugging his head again. After a while, the voice faintly repeated: "It's twelve o'clock."

"It's twelve o'clock..." Kou Dong said, "I'm a little cold."

Ye Yanzhi's neck was pressed against the small section of his arm protruding from the cuff of his shirt, and it was really cold, without the slightest temperature, even colder than the skin of Ye Yanzhi, a blood clan.

It's like touching a block of ice.

"are not you cold?"

The voice asked him, with a strangely feminine tone and a slight smile.

Ye Yanzhi's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He suddenly turned his head and looked back at himself—

Where is Kou Dong there?

Yin Hong's tongue stuck out from his mouth, and his neck was full of marks left after being bitten, as if it had been bitten by a group of beasts that had taken off the reins. The man's skin was so stiff, and the tattered white cloth wrapped around him hung down to the ground—

It was a face that had already been bruised. Only vaguely can distinguish the appearance of the other party from the outline of the eyebrows and eyes.

It's the boy who was presented at the dinner party today.

In fact, it can no longer be called a person. The temperature of the skin and the limbs that have long been stiff all indicate that the other party has died due to excessive blood loss after this feast tonight. Now lying on his back is just a heavy soul.

There was a malicious smile on the corner of the soul of the dead, and Ben was thinking of saying something else to scare him. But the young man in front of him just glanced at him, and without hesitation, he lifted his back and stepped on his neck firmly.

"It's so dirty."

The dead soul was firmly trapped on the ground, and suddenly a terrifying intuition surged up——

The man would just step on his throat.

Of course he will not die, he has already died once. But dying in the hands of this person seems to be different from dying in the hands of other people-if it is in his hands, that is the real death.

He trembled involuntarily, his voice was soft and soft, and he choked in a low voice. Ye Yanzhi stared at him, not a little moved by his tears, but calmly said: "Where is he?"

The Revenant knew who he was asking.

It was the nobleman who was originally on his back.

He was trembling, out of a strange selfishness, not wanting to reveal the whereabouts of the man, but turned his head to one side. But the person in front of him was moving faster than him, blocking his movement and forcing him to face it. The slender hand moved slightly and ripped off one of his arms.

"Speak or not?"

The hostility of the people in front of him was too heavy, and the dead soul couldn't help crying. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and explained: "At that lord! They will take him to that lord..."

Ye Yanzhi let go of him and looked down.

"How many floors?"

"The leftmost room on the fourth floor," cried the soul, "that lord likes him, I don't dare to rob him, I just want—I just want him to stay—"

He couldn't even tell where this inexplicable obsession came from. But from the first sight of him at the dinner party, he fell into this strange possessive spell.

"He will be bitten," the dead soul said, shrinking. "The lord will bite on his neck and slowly suck his blood..."

In this castle, many ordinary people are treated like this. However, the young man who was taken away was even more special—he was the first person to be attracted by that adult.

For the vampires, it is undoubtedly a waste to give up the process of sucking blood and only taste the mediocre animal blood in the glass. The lord wasted many years, and he never even appeared in person at the dinner parties held in his manor, completely unlike other blood races.

That's what he's often guessed at. According to the rumors of the blood clan, this adult had the honor to taste the pale golden angel blood hundreds of years ago.

It is a unique and wonderful taste, and it is completely irresistible to teach vampires, so that after this, other porridge and side dishes can no longer enter the eyes of adults.

However, this does not affect his strength. He is still a prince of the blood clan who holds the power of life and death from a high position. There is no one in the vampire who is older and more powerful than him. He has almost become a legend in the vampire, and is worshipped by the remaining vampires like gods.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he had expressed an interest in fresh human blood.

Ye Yanzhi said coldly, "How did he know?"

Revenant couldn't answer this question, just shook his head and buried his head in tears. Now that he cries again, the man in front of him has no expression at all and just lets him sit on the ground. Immediately, Ye Yanzhi stretched out his long legs, ignored him, and strode in the direction pointed by the dead soul.

His stride got bigger and bigger, eventually turning into a run.

Kou Dong...

His heart was pounding, and every nerve was tense to the tightest.

- Kou Dong.

I thought that I would be safe by my side, but I didn't expect that I would still underestimate the enemy.

Kou Dong was still on the person's back at that time. In this darkness where he could not see his fingers, his vision was somewhat affected, and he could only see the blurred outlines in front of him.

He swayed his legs on his back, jerking his calves with each other's footsteps, and was still thinking about the strange voice of Selin just now.

It's like... wanting to keep him out of the room until midnight.

Kou Dong believes that she is not Cinderella, and she will not show her true form after twelve o'clock. Then, the condition of twelve o'clock is not aimed at him. He will not become stronger or weaker because of the arrival of this time. The only thing that may change is the NPC in the castle.

Is this a special time?

Will it trigger something?

Thinking of this, Kou Dong took his legs and tucked the waist of the lower body.

"Cub, what time is it?"

Ye Yanzhi's voice sounded a little dull, as if he was stuffed in a jar.

"It's past twelve o'clock."

Something flapped its wings and flew above their heads, and the feathers almost rubbed the top of Kou Dong's head. After going through the previous copy, Kou Dong is now extremely sensitive to such a sound, and immediately raised his eyes to look - but it was dark in front of him, and he never saw anything.

The sound didn't fly very far, it stopped just a few steps away from them, and then there was a slight rustling sound, like combing its own feathers.

Kou Dong felt like he was being watched. - It seemed to be looking at him.

The gaze of unknown creatures in the dark makes people faint. Kou Dong looked in that direction and asked in a low voice, "What is that?"

The person under him didn't even raise his head, only replied, "It's a crow."

He carried Kou Dong on his back, did not go up the stairs, and walked forward step by step.

The wind poured in from the corridor window. There was no moon in the sky, and there were dark clouds, leaving only a little light that could barely split the shadows.

Coming here is a road that Kou Dong does not know. He even felt that he had left the old castle where he used to be and walked to a different house.

what path is this?

Kou Dong was a little strange and wanted to ask.

At the same time, the moonlight finally passed through the gap in the dark clouds and spilled the clear light in. Kou Dong was the first to see a pitch-black bird. It was standing on the windowsill on one side, its dark red eyes staring at him without blinking.

It's that crow.

Kou Dong groaned inexplicably, realizing that the body temperature of Ye Yanzhi he was holding was unusually low—even a vampire should not have such a temperature.

His eyes slowly moved down, and stayed on the other's neck.

He saw that the neck was full of bruises, and the pits left by the blood-sucking did not disappear, and were still prominently left on the skin. The veins were protruding, the complexion was pale, and there was no trace of blood.

- That's not Ye Yanzhi.

Kou Dong's back suddenly felt cold, and he finally realized what kind of time it was at midnight. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't make a sound, but the horror of being carried by something was still with him, causing him to tense his body unconsciously.

"Don't hurry...don't hurry."

Carrying his things slowly, his voice was sticky and cold, like the sound of breath drilling out from the depths of the water.

"It's almost there—it's almost there."

"Will be happy."

He repeated mechanically and monotonously, looking from the front, the pale ghost was smiling

"You'll be here and feel happy."

The author has something to say:

Revenant: Let's go, take you to be sucked blood!

Kou Dong:  …

No, why is it a tempting drug-addicting posture...