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"Thank you for the treat." The young nobleman of the dark night elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang San felt the pressure on him lessen, but he was already in a daze, and he wished it was all a nightmare.

The young nobleman in the dark felt pleased. He rarely enjoyed the feeling of being full, and being full gave him the energy and spirit to do his job properly.

"Although you are now a mongrel vampire, even more despicable than frog piss, you still have a trace of my bloodline and are my humble descendants. As the origin and king of all vampires, I have a responsibility to lead you."

Looking at Zhang San kneeling on the ground, the Dark Night Nobleman's blood-red eyes flashed with an eerie light. He was speaking not only to Zhang San, but also to all of them.

"Feel honored to offer your heart to me and to obey my will with all your might!"

Zhang San raised his head in a daze, his face haggard, his eyes bloodshot and lifeless, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

A seed-like object dripped from the slender fingers of the Dark Night Nobleman. The moment it touched Zhang San's forehead, the seed opened its fine fangs, biting and taking root in his brow.

Zhang San's pupils suddenly contracted, becoming as thin as needles.

"Uhhhhhh!"

It felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing every pore of his scalp. His brain was trembling, something was invading, something was peeling away, but he had no time to think.

The excruciating pain made him curl up into a ball.

The young nobleman of the dark night had already disappeared, leaving him alone in the room howling and rolling around in agony.

"Ahhhhhh!" The voice gradually became hoarse, turning into a deep roar like that of a wild beast.

A tiny bud sprouted between his eyebrows, its slender "roots" penetrating deep into his brain, attempting to control his mind.

"For the King..." Zhang San stood up, muttering to himself. The surroundings suddenly fell silent. His expression was completely different from before, appearing extremely strange.

Zhang San's body was stiff. He seemed to have forgotten something. His face was devout but lifeless, like a mask. He looked around.

Everything seemed to have settled down, and Zhang San's fate had been revealed...

But when he saw Li Yi's corpse on the ground, a thunderbolt struck his mind, splitting a crack in the wall that had been holding him captive.

Thoughts kept flashing through my mind.

"Third Brother..." Li Yi's face appeared before his eyes. His past happiness had brought about an unexpected disaster, as if the world harbored deep malice towards him.

The mask on her face shattered instantly, revealing her true self.

"Li Yi!"

Tears streamed down his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and all the sorrow on his face could no longer be concealed. His distorted face was both ugly and pitiful.

"Li Yi, Li Yi, Li Yi! Waaaaah..." He held the still-warm body tightly, his heart empty, and cried his heart out.

Intense emotions broke free from their constraints, and thoughts were liberated, constantly surging with sorrow.

But the granulation tissue writhed, trying to fight back, to regain control of Zhang San's mind, which was like a wild horse that had broken free.

"Uh!"

It felt as if an electric current was flowing through his entire body, his scalp tingling, and a sense of crisis arose. He released the corpse and subconsciously stabbed it in the head. The excruciating pain stimulated his brain, but it also allowed him to regain temporary clarity.

Li Yi!

Looking at the lifeless corpse lying on the ground, Zhang San's eyes flashed with determination. He pinched the fleshy bud with two fingers, gritted his teeth, and with a forceful pull, he ripped the fleshy bud out like a string being pulled.

"Ugh!"

The pain, which felt like it was connected to his nerves and every inch of his skin, was unbearable for most people. But in order to survive, his powerful desire for revenge only made him scream, without stopping what he was doing.

"Pfft—" The fleshy sprouts and seeds, pulled out by the roots and still attached to the threads, dripped strings of blood beads, pounding weakly as if wilted.

It felt as if he had cut off a piece of his own heart; the unbearable pain almost made him faint, but he endured it. His brain was buzzing, and the numbness made him feel weak all over. There was a small hole between his eyebrows, from which blood gushed out, staining his entire face red, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Fortunately, he was a vampire and possessed a stronger regenerative ability than ordinary people, which saved him from death.

"grumble!"

As soon as he came to his senses, Zhang San immediately threw away the fleshy sprout and stomped it to pieces. Only after eliminating all the threats did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Then his body went limp and he collapsed onto Li Yi's corpse. Exhausted, he barely managed to lift his head, looking at the twisted neck of the head, and the lifeless eyes that met Zhang San's gaze, as if trying to convey something.

“Li Yi…” Zhang San murmured, his eyes vacant.

My heart is numb with pain, and the whole world feels cold.

After regaining some strength, he shakily stood up.

Looking at Li Yi's corpse, the miserable man's eyes changed. Beneath the deep, cold gaze, a burning rage was hidden, directed at someone. His dark, empty eyes sent chills down one's spine.

Lifeless, with dead eyes, yet alive.

He picked up Li Yi, who was covered with a tattered gray cloth, and pushed open the wooden door.

Under the gloomy sky, many people stood outside the door, and more gradually gathered behind them. They were all vampires, and their expressions varied: fear, confusion, and helplessness...

Everyone remained silent.

Zhang San ignored them and carried Li Yi to the big tree in the yard.

Li Yi was buried; his grave was just a mound of earth under a tree, with blood-stained words carved on the wooden tombstone.

Tomb of Li Yi, wife of Zhang San.

There was also a small mound of earth next to him; that was the grave he made for himself.

Tomb of Zhang San, husband of Li Yi.

Only after these steps were taken did the tense atmosphere begin to ease.

"San'er, we are deeply saddened by this. Please accept our condolences."

An old man spoke up, dressed in tattered clothes, with wrinkled eyes, a withered face and body, and dim vampire red eyes, all of which showed his old age, frailty, and decrepit mind.

They had all gathered here after hearing the message from the Dark Night Noble Prince to all the vampires. Not daring to disobey the fear and submission within their bloodlines, they gathered here anxiously, their eyes all fixed on the man who was the only one to have come into contact with the vampire king.

"That being...that sir, what should we do?" the old man said worriedly, hoping Zhang San could point them in the right direction.

"Uncle Tang, I don't know what to do. Should I run away or stay and ask myself?" Zhang San washed his blood-covered face, then turned and left.

"Wait, what are you going to do?!" Old Man Tang said in horror.

Because Zhang San was heading towards a battlefield, a place where the winds of war were gathering, dark clouds swirling and crimson, brewing a storm, and the terrifying presence they feared was there.

"Revenge is also to fulfill her ideals," came the indifferent voice.

"Aren't you afraid...?"

"I'm all alone, what do I have to fear?" Zhang San said, leaving behind his last words and walking away without looking back, his figure desolate.

"Silly child, the difference is like heaven and earth, what do you have to fight with..." the old man sighed.

The vampires, leaderless, began to stir and become restless, with much discussion erupting among them.

They quickly split into three factions: one advocated fleeing, another advocated staying and observing, and finally, the faction with the fewest members advocated fighting.

"A huge change is about to happen in Xuanyong! We'd better run away quickly!"

"Run? Where can you run to? Your home is right here, why are you running away?!"

"When the country is in trouble, every citizen has a responsibility. I want to go and fight!"

"What's the use of joining the war? You're a vampire, who would thank a vampire like you? They'd rather we all die."

"We are vampires, that's something we can't help, but it's not our fault either. We are innocent victims too. Who wants to become a vampire and live in the shadows every day? That's why we fight!"

"Moreover, this is a good time to change people's prejudices against vampires. Running away and watching will only deepen their prejudices and preconceived notions."

"This country is still in the early stages of development. His Majesty Ying Zheng's laws treat everyone equally, including vampires. Although there are still some flaws, I believe that all of this will change, and I will face it together with it."

"You are too young. Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that you can't move no matter how hard you try. I was once human, and I know what people's hearts are like better than anyone else! They will not accept vampires, even if we were once human!"

"Living is the most important thing!"

"Are we destined to live such a pathetic life, hiding and living under the scornful gaze of others, and for our descendants to live like this forever? I refuse to accept it!"

These dozen or so young vampires who supported the fight let out a cry from their hearts. Arguing was useless. The "adults" of the ancient city had long been worn down by life. They had a wealth of survival experience and lived in this world, but they were just existing.

The twelve vampire youths, full of passion, set off together, their faces filled with resolve. They were both martyrs and pioneers, even if the road ahead was uncertain.

The other vampires watched them leave in silence.

The young child, nestled in the arms of his mother or father, stares with bewildered, bloodshot eyes, not understanding their resolute, fearless backs, not understanding why they disobey everyone's opinions, what their parents call rebellion, not understanding what it all means.

But there was a warmth in my heart, a warmth that radiated light.

A seed was quietly planted in my heart.

……

"General, I've come to report for duty," Cain said to Meng Tian as he entered the tent.

"Oh, you're going to join the war too?" Meng Tian looked at him a few more times, somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

"Very well, you are indeed a hero. I will arrange things for you," Meng Tian said respectfully. He quickly began to make arrangements.

"General, someone outside is requesting to join the battle."

"Join the war? When the country is in danger, any adult citizen can join the war. Why do you need to report this to me?" Meng Tian frowned and said.

"General, this person's identity is somewhat unusual; he's a vampire. I'm afraid..."

"A vampire? Bring him in so I can see him." Meng Tian was surprised. He hadn't expected that a vampire would come to fight and serve the country. Apart from Bai Qi, this was the first time he had ever seen one.

After all, there was a bloody disaster in the past... He hadn't taken action before because he was afraid of causing conflicts within the military.

"Yes."

Soon, an ordinary-looking black-haired man walked in. He had a scar between his eyebrows, but his dark, lifeless eyes were truly memorable.

"Zhang San?" Cain was somewhat surprised, not expecting to see an acquaintance here, and sensed that he had been through a lot, his eyes changed drastically.

"Mm." Zhang San nodded in acknowledgment.

"You know him?" Meng Tian asked.

"We met once."

This might be an opportunity.

Meng Tian thought of it.

"I have officially approved your entry into the army. Go and report for duty." Meng Tian handed Zhang San a plaque.

"You too, Cain. I'll go and plan the strategy first." With that, Meng Tian hurriedly left; he had many things to do.

……