Serri took the elevator to the hospital's basement level. The doors opened, revealing a lobby several times larger than a basketball court. The walls were covered in exquisite wallpaper and decorated with ancient Roman sculptures. The dome was adorned with a massive oil painting depicting the Fall of the Rebel Angels. A dozen massive crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall, illuminating it as bright as day and adding to its splendor.

The Golden Hall was filled with handsome young men and women, all scantily clad, sipping from glasses filled with a thick, red liquid. Handsome men and beautiful women played and flirted in groups of three or four, with a few even rolling on the floor. The hall was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and extravagance.

When some young people saw Serri coming out of the elevator, they made way for him and saluted respectfully:

"Lord White!"

Serri waved his hand, signaling them to ignore him, and walked towards the center of the hall. Serri wore a gentle smile, but his eyes revealed contempt and disdain. He held his breath as he passed the naked bodies embracing each other, moving quickly, as if afraid of being contaminated by the foul aura emanating from them.

In the center of the hall stood four red curved sofas, one each in the east, south, west, and north, forming a circle. Those seated on these sofas were considered distinguished, so the handsome men and beautiful women confined themselves to the front and rear of the golden hall, daring not to approach within a twenty-meter radius of the sofas.

Serri walked over to the only empty sofa and sat down, letting out a breath of air. A blonde girl in a maid's outfit walked over to Serri with an expressionless face and respectfully handed her a silver tray with a towel and a pair of delicate silk gloves on it.

Serri picked up a towel and carefully wiped his fingers one by one, then put on silk gloves. The blonde maid knelt at Serri's feet, pulled out a pair of sterile gloves, put them on her own, and picked up the grapes from the fruit bowl and peeled them. Serri folded his hands on his lower abdomen and ate the fruit flesh the blonde maid fed him, his face full of enjoyment.

"Haha, Seliek, your mysophobia is really getting worse."

The person who was talking was sitting opposite Serri. She was a heavily made-up white woman with short curly brown hair, big eyes, a hooked nose, smooth skin, and a pair of breasts that were about to burst out from her low-cut dress, making people's blood boil.

The woman hugged a red-haired foreign girl who was dressed even more revealingly than her, and put her hands into her clothes to knead and play with her. The red-haired girl's cheeks were flushed with lust, her body was tightly pressed against the short curly-haired woman, and she let out a moan of unbearable desire.

Serri raised his eyelids to take a look at the erotic scene opposite him, and sneered in disdain:

"My dear Mux, the world is becoming increasingly filthy. Unfortunately, my mysophobia will only get worse and worse, and it will never be cured."

Mux snorted softly, having had enough. She pulled her hand away from the red-haired girl, gently stroking her smooth, young face. Then, she moved slowly downwards, suddenly grabbing the girl's slender neck and pulling her closer. Mux opened her mouth, stabbing her long, sharp fangs into the girl's throbbing carotid artery, and began to drink blood in large gulps.

The red-haired girl cried out in pain, but didn't struggle. Instead, she tilted her head obediently, her eyes blurred, and let Mux drink her blood. The people around her seemed accustomed to such things and were not moved at all. After a few minutes, Mux loosened his grip on the girl's neck, uttered a satisfied moan, and slowly retracted his two huge fangs into his mouth.

The red-haired girl who was lively and cheerful just now has now become a pale and cold corpse, being dragged away by the expressionless servants.

A huge black Rottweiler as big as a calf was napping on the ground. When it smelled blood, it suddenly opened its scarlet eyes, raised its head and stared in the direction of Mux, making a threatening "woooo" growl in its throat.

Mux took the handkerchief handed to her by the servant, wiped the blood from her mouth, looked at Rowena with disgust, and said bitterly:

"Mograine, keep your pet under control, or I'll gut it, mummify it, and place it by your bed!"