The gray sky covered the barren land.
The group walked on the barren land, passed through the ominous gray fog filled with the smell of rust, and came to a castle.
The sky and the earth were all dark, except for this castle, which was shining with gold and magnificent, which seemed very incongruous.
Walking in front, a tall man named Ming threw the bloody head in his hand into the castle through the iron gate.
The head spun half a circle in the air, its smelly, clumping hair blown away by the wind, revealing a bluish-gray face covered in scales and fangs. This was another tasker who had voluntarily become a ghost in pursuit of power.
The head landed with a thud on the lawn in front of the castle.
This green lawn is the only life in this barren land.
Suddenly, a large dog with two heads rushed out of the castle, grabbed the head and bit it madly, its sharp teeth crushing the skull with a terrifying crunching sound. It had already smelled the head and knew it was its master, but it still chewed it with big mouthfuls.
There is only one fate for those who die in this desolate land, and that is to become someone else's food.
Ming, who threw the heads in, jumped over the iron gate and landed on the lawn. Without waiting for the big dog to react, he pulled out a jade dagger from his palm and cut off the two dog heads.
A three-foot column of blood spurted out from the dog's neck, dyeing the emerald green grass red. The strong smell of blood wafted everywhere, making the smell of the gray fog even more pungent.
Ming gripped his dagger tightly and looked around cautiously. He waited for a moment, and when he saw no monsters appeared around, he unscrewed the lock on the iron door and said calmly, "We will live here from now on."
"Ah?" The team members looked at him in amazement.
Huang Mao said in disbelief: "Captain, have you finally figured it out? Are you going to find a place for us to stay?"
No wonder they reacted so violently. Ming seemed eager to complete the trial and meet the Lord God, so he slaughtered and killed as he went, never stopping. He killed many powerful bosses, but only paused briefly before moving on to the next target.
He never had any intention of managing the land properly, so after many years of trials in this desolate land, he was still a poor vagrant.
If it weren't for everyone's common goal, this team would have disbanded long ago due to poverty.
"When my wife comes here, we'll have no place to live." Ming explained simply.
Huangmao immediately rolled his eyes. He knew the captain must be doing this for his sister-in-law. But never mind, having a place to stay was a good thing.
Everyone cheered and ran into the castle, rolled on the grass, spun in circles in the living room, ran up the stairs and slid down the handrails like a group of carefree children.
Ming gently wiped the blood off the jade dagger with a piece of fine velvet, then inserted it into his palm, continuing to nurture it with divine power. As the hilt completely sank into his body, an anchor symbol engraved on the bottom flickered with a faint golden light.
As if he had sensed something, Ming walked to the window, turned sideways, and saw a bloody wound on the back of his neck healing in the reflection of the glass.
After tens of seconds, the wound completely disappeared. Ming touched his smooth skin, frowning slightly, as if dissatisfied. He closed his eyes and silently recited his partner's name. Suddenly, the character "Li" appeared on the skin. The strokes were vigorous and powerful, as if the most experienced tattoo artist had carved it in ink bit by bit.
Ming touched the back of his neck again, with indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
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Zhuang Li opened his eyes and found himself attending a funeral.
A coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall, and male and female guests in suits and black dresses were walking step by step to the coffin and bowing to express their condolences.
Zhuang Li stood on the left side of the coffin, side by side with a middle-aged man.
When the guest bowed, the middle-aged man immediately bent down to return the greeting, which shows that he is a relative of the deceased.
Zhuang Li, who was standing next to him, immediately returned the greeting and quickly looked around as he stood up.
The mourning hall was spacious, filled with white chrysanthemums. The guests entering and leaving the funeral were all dressed in understated, luxurious attire, suggesting they were of distinguished status. A car engine roared from outside, and then a man dressed in elite attire walked into the hall, holding a tablet computer, and asked the middle-aged man about a work issue.
The two men walked aside to talk, occasionally mentioning things like "The company's financial situation is in trouble, you have to find a solution quickly."
These details all indicate that this is a modern society. The development of technology is far inferior to that of the interstellar era, but we also have smart devices.
Zhuang Lixiang wanted to check his identity online, but he couldn't find a cell phone after searching all his pockets. So he gave up.
At this moment, a woman in her early twenties walked into the mourning hall with her waist and hips swaying gracefully.
All the other guests were wearing black dresses and had sad expressions, but she was the only one wearing a bright red dress and a pair of eight-centimeter high heels. She walked across the venue with a contemptuous smile on her face and without any scruples.
Her skirt fluttered in the wind, bringing with it a strong, pungent scent of perfume.
Seeing the woman and smelling the fragrance, all the guests showed disgust, but could only grit their teeth and endure. When the woman reached the front of the mourning hall, several guests could no longer tolerate it and turned away without even saying hello to Zhuang Li or the middle-aged man.
The woman walked past Zhuang Li and went straight to the coffin. She casually opened the lid of the coffin and pinched the jaw of the girl lying inside with her hands painted with bright red nail polish. The sneer on her face became even more profound.
"He's really dead." She sighed lightly.
Zhuang Li stepped forward, ready to pull the woman away. After all, he was the deceased's family member, and at a time like this, he should uphold the deceased's dignity.
But his shoulder was grabbed by the middle-aged man who strode towards him.
The man shook his head gently, telling him not to stop the woman. Her red eyes were filled with tears and deep hatred, but also concealed endless repression and fear.
Even though his relative's body was humiliated in this way, he did not dare to speak out.
The guests who came to pay their respects just sighed silently when they saw this scene, then cast sympathetic glances at Zhuang Li and the middle-aged man and left quietly.
Zhuang Li was not an impulsive person, so he retracted his toes after taking a step forward.
The woman glanced back at them, her red lips parted, revealing two sharp canine teeth. She was laughing, laughing at Zhuang Li and the middle-aged man's cowardice and meanness.
She let go of the girl's jaw, sighed twice, broke off a chrysanthemum from the flower basket beside the coffin, put it into the girl's mouth, and then walked away gracefully in high heels.
However, when she was about to step out of the door, a middle-aged woman suddenly rushed out from the lounge next to her, holding a silver dagger in her hand, and stabbed the woman in the back.
The woman had very sensitive ears and immediately dodged when she heard the wind, but because her heels were too high, they caught on the threshold and she fell.
The middle-aged woman raised the dagger again and stabbed it towards the heart of the woman in the red dress, but she didn't expect a man in a black suit to appear out of nowhere and twisted the middle-aged woman's wrist.
The silver dagger fell from her palm.
The woman in the red dress dodged in fear, fearing that the dagger would stick to her.
It all happened so fast that Zhuang Li could only watch.
When the middle-aged woman let out a miserable howl, the middle-aged man finally realized what was happening and rushed over. He held her in his arms and gently supported her hand with his trembling hands. Her bones were completely broken and only a piece of flesh remained.
The man in black helped the woman in the red dress up, picked up the dagger and took a look at it, then comforted her: "Don't be afraid, miss, this is not a silver dagger, it just looks like one."
As soon as the woman in the red dress stood firm, she grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, lifted him up with one hand, and said viciously: "How dare you hurt me, you lowly human! I want you dead!"
Being able to lift a man weighing over 100 pounds with one hand, the woman's strength was no less than that of the man in black. Furthermore, her bright red nails had grown significantly longer and curved, resembling eagle claws more than human hands.
Zhuang Li was filled with doubt, but he still ran over quickly and said calmly, "Please let them go. I can give you whatever you want."
The woman in the red dress screamed, "I want you to die! You lowly humans all deserve to die!"
"Miss, without humans, what would you eat and drink?" the man in black advised. "The banker is very wealthy. Have them donate their wealth to the prince. Also, on the day of the bloody moon, have them send twenty virgins to the prince's palace to make amends. Twenty, not one less."
When the prince was mentioned, the ferocious face of the woman in the red dress slowly returned to its former beauty.
She casually threw the middle-aged man to the ground and said coldly: "Did you all hear that? If the prince is not satisfied, the banker will disappear forever."
She turned around, stepped out of the door, and burst into laughter again, not knowing what was on her mind: "I never thought that your family, a century-old wealthy family, would end up like this."
"Bah! Your mother was just a maid in our family, you--" The middle-aged woman's curse was blocked by the middle-aged man's palm.
Seeing the woman in the red dress suddenly turn around and look at him viciously, the middle-aged man actually knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the woman hard. In just a short while, his head was bleeding.
He humbled himself to the dust, and the woman was satisfied. She raised a sneer and strode out of the mourning hall.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the woman was shivering and hugging herself, as if she was a little cold.
The man in black immediately held up a large black umbrella for her and warned, "Miss, you just completed your First Embrace and cannot be exposed to direct sunlight yet. Go back and drink some blood to replenish your strength. The prince's bloodline is very noble, and soon you won't have to be afraid of the sun anymore."
"Well, let's go. I just came out for a while and I miss the prince. I want to go back to be with him." The woman changed her previous vicious and cruel tone and her tone became gentle.
The two of them sat in a stretched luxury car and slowly drove away from the mourning hall.
The middle-aged man then stopped kowtowing and rushed to his wife.
Zhuang Li had already untied his tie and tied up the middle-aged woman's severed hand to prevent her from bleeding too much and endangering her life. He couldn't find his cell phone, so he said to the middle-aged man, "Call an ambulance."
The man quickly called. The person on the other end was initially very friendly, but after asking for the address, he refused, saying, "The higher-ups just told us not to meddle in other people's business. You guys figure it out on your own. Sorry."
The man was about to beg, but the other end hung up the phone in a hurry. The busy tone was more despairing than the funeral music.
The man sat down dejectedly and shook his head helplessly: "It's useless. Our family has offended Olka Yang. No one will come to help us."
Zhuang Li was only slightly stunned before quickly saying, "Go to the pharmacy and buy some medical supplies. I'll help her with her wounds. I'll write you a list, and you can buy what's on it."
The middle-aged man had already lost his mind and could only obey his son's orders.
The middle-aged woman was almost fainting from the pain, but she still spoke intermittently: "Give, give Xiaomi revenge! Give Xiaomi revenge!" This cry did not come from her mouth, but was a plea to God and even the devil that burned her soul.
"Okay, I will avenge Xiaomi!" Zhuang Li agreed without hesitation.
7480, who had finally finished reading the script, said in horror: "Master, we are finished! This world is——"
Zhuang Li took over the conversation: "It's the world of vampires."
Sharp teeth and nails, feeds on humans, cannot bask in the sun, first embrace, prince, these keywords are enough for Zhuang Li to judge the current situation.
7480 shook his head, his voice filled with fear. "Master, we're really finished this time. You guessed right, this is the world of vampires, but the most terrifying thing is that the story of the Lord God has ended. The Child of Destiny killed the gods and gained all the luck! That Olka Yang is a character who appeared in the extra story. He is the son of the Child of Destiny and the Vampire Emperor!"
Zhuang Li, who helped the middle-aged woman up, staggered and felt dizzy.
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