"A leave of absence... Isn't it said that every vampire has to stay here for two years?" Seeing the unprecedented panic in her mother's expression, Feng Guang couldn't help but feel afraid as well. "What exactly happened?"
"You don't need to know so much. I'm going to find Ming'an. I'm taking you back today. Before I come back, you stay in the room and don't go anywhere." Wang Ci raised her hand again, and the vines that had disappeared quickly spread throughout the room. She turned around, opened the door, and walked out. Soon, the door was also entangled by vines.
The windows and doors were sealed off by living vines. Looking around, Feng Guang was suddenly filled with fear in the empty room. She slowly sat down on the ground, hugging her knees. Wang Ci's behavior made her feel... a helpless panic.
On the other side of the door, Xia Chao saw Wang Ci, who looked unwell, come out. He glanced worriedly at the closed door and hurriedly asked, "Did something happen to Feng Guang?"
“I told you…” Wang Ci gripped Xia Chao’s outstretched hand tightly, her eyes filled with extreme fear, “More than three hundred years ago… on the night the purebloods were massacred, I was there too…”
"I know." Xia Chao hugged her tightly. "It's all in the past. You survived. There's nothing better than that."
Wang Ci was still a young vampire. She was only six years old when the massacre occurred more than three hundred years ago. It was a major festival for vampires. All children who were six years old or older... were children with pure bloodlines, and they had to go to the Senate to be baptized. At that time, although there were not many pure bloodlines, they were not as rare as they are now. At the end of the ceremony, a man suddenly appeared.
The blood blurred Wang Ci's memory. She only remembered that the man used the Grim Reaper's scythe to kill all the children. She hid behind a tree, using vines to cover herself, but he still found her.
She thought she was going to die.
The man sheathed his sickle and slowly knelt down in front of her. He plucked a flower from a vine. "Manipulating life? What a beautiful talent..."
Wang Ci still remembers that the man's eyes were red, redder than any vampire's eyes, more like blood. In his eyes, she saw two lifelines for herself: one was dying at his hands, and the other... was her life after she survived.
It was at that time that six-year-old Wang Ci learned that if she survived, she would have a husband named Xia Chao and a daughter named Feng Guang... However, life is too long, and her young mind could not handle such a large amount of information. Before she lost consciousness, she heard the man who had seen her entire life sigh, "So... I would fall for such a little girl."
Unbeknownst to her, when the man was looking at her life, he saw a picture of himself with her daughter.
That memory was too blurry; besides the blood everywhere, Wang Ci couldn't remember many things clearly... The only two things she remembered were...
The bloody massacre, and the black roses carved on his scythe.
Every vampire has a family crest, which is directly reflected on their magical artifacts. Rose crests are not uncommon in vampire families, because the rose is the representative flower of vampires.
Maybe it's red, maybe it's white...
However, Wang Ci had only seen the black rose once, and that was on the weapon of the killer.
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