Later, from Serin's intermittent description, Kou Dong got more information.
Sellin is a hawker merchant. Although the merchant's status is not high, he sailed between several continents, sold porcelain, silk and spices with his clever business acumen, and turned a lot of money, bought a small piece of his own land in the south, and 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 for the goods he usually sells, but for a group of living people.
It's not that Sellin has never trafficked people. Most of the blacks trafficked across the sea from the far south are rare and bright. The skin is dark and shiny, and the price is cheap. Rich people will use it as slaves.
However, the messenger said that the big customer did not want those black slaves.
He wants someone more special.
"The skin is pure and white, and there must be no scars from head to toe; the appearance must be delicate, and the eyes of the adults must not be dirty; the age must not be too old, and it is just right between the ages of ten and twenty-five; before the official transaction, they must be guaranteed. Eat a light diet, don’t eat greasy meat…”
The more expensive the identity, the higher the reward the other party will pay.
This rare request was unheard of before, and Serin was also stunned. Although he is a trafficker, what he sells is only slaves. Where did he sell these people.
"But they are too generous," Serin whispered, "it's all gold..."
The person who conveyed the request to him arrogantly took off a ring and threw it at him. The clear sapphire on the gold setting, which was the size of a thumb cap, dazzled Serin's eyes, and also shook his heart.
Sellin was obsessed with money for a while, so he agreed. He didn't say in detail what method he used to find the man and how he brought him to the castle—but, after he brought the man to the castle, he couldn't get out again.
At first it was just a trade of money and goods, but the owner of the castle changed his mind after seeing him. Serin was also treated as a blood slave, and was imprisoned here, wandering in the nightmare of the blood being divided, eaten and drained by this group of blood.
"You shouldn't be here," Serin said hoarsely, "there are all demons here! They don't see a Lord in their eyes, they are demons who came out of hell..."
His pupils were dilated, he wondered if he remembered his experience of being sucked blood, he couldn't help but shuddered, and muttered something in a low voice. The shape of the mouth seems to be saying "devil", "devil".
Kou Dong patted him, didn't say much, just watched him convulsively. Serin's cheeks were full of tears, and he said in a low voice, "I only have pity on my daughter..."
She was still so young, and even in her infancy, she would never see her father again.
Kou Dong comforted him: "I will definitely rescue you."
Serin didn't answer, and this time he didn't mention the words to tell Kou Dong not to come or to leave quickly. The brown eyes hidden behind his fingers flickered slightly, and then the eyelashes were lowered.
"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 more than a pile of cold green vegetable leaves and whole stewed potatoes, dripping wet from the soup pot. It was the first time for Kou Dong to experience the dark cuisine of the West, and he almost spat it out after taking a sip.
It was salty and astringent, and could even taste a little earthy. Compared with this, he can even somewhat understand why so many nobles have chosen to become vampires—it is true that human blood tastes better than this.
The expression on his face was too obvious, Serin smiled wryly.
"That's all, my friend. Get used to it."
He was silent for a while, then asked again: "Is it almost midnight?"
The sky couldn't be seen clearly in the basement, but luckily Ye Yanzhi still had a pocket watch in his pocket, which he took out and opened with a snap.
"immediately."
Serin hummed, looking a little uneasy, and suddenly opened his mouth to persuade Kou Dong: "You should eat something, except for these, there is no food for people in this castle—after so many days, you can't eat it." Are you hungry all the time?"
Kou Dong sized him up, wondering what he was thinking about, and turned his gaze to Ye Yanzhi after a while.
"Let's go up first?"
Ye Yanzhi said calmly, "Okay."
He didn't even ask why, and led Kou Dong upstairs. Serin's voice became a little anxious, and he said behind them: "Let's go like this?"
He paused and added: "My friend, don't you take me away?"
"Not for the time being," Kou Dong turned his head and said sincerely, speaking in the same translation accent as the other party, assuring him, "Oh, my friend, please bear with me a little longer.——I will deal with them as soon as possible. Come back and save you."
He left without looking back. Serin stared behind him, his gaze changed from the previous friendliness, and became hot and lustful a little bit. He stared at the young man's back almost greedily, at the slender neck from top to bottom, at the straight and slender back, at the waist outlined by the loose court-style shirt, which could be held with one hand... until he saw Then he disappeared in front of the kitchen door little by little.
When he turned his head, Serin's throat rolled slightly. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "God is above..."
It was more of an exclamation than a prayer.
Suddenly a few rough crows rang out in the kitchen, and a black bird flew out from the shadow of the flesh and blood. It stood in front of Serin, barking hoarsely twice, staring at him with beady black eyes, as if staring at a pile of carrion that could be eaten.
For some reason, Serin's trembling range suddenly increased. He said in a trembling voice, "I have followed my lord's orders—"
The crow was merciless, standing on his arm, pecking at his skin vigorously with its sharp beak, pecking the already wounded hand even more bloody. The bright red new flesh turned out, Serin let out a low cry of pain, and his body swayed involuntarily. Because of the pain of being torn and gnawed, his eyes were pitch black, and if it wasn't for the ropes that bound him, he would almost have fallen headlong.
When he was about to faint, the crow finally flew away from him, stood on the table, and straightened the slightly messy feathers on its wings.
It opened its mouth, but this time it was no longer a hoarse cry.
— but human speech.
"This is a lesson," it vibrated its wings, its eyes seemed to be squinting, extremely proud, "I said it more than once, you should remember it."
Selin groaned intermittently, looking at it in awe and loathing. Unmoved, the crow opened its mouth, still conveying its own instructions. Its tone is extremely strange, the tail is drawn out, the speed is extremely slow, and the voice is majestic and indifferent.
"Your Excellency told me to tell you."
"forever and ever-"
"Don't even get up and try to monopolize his thoughts."
Serin didn't answer, but only clenched his hands tightly into a clenched fist.
After going out, Ye Yanzhi said concisely: "He has a problem."
From the eyes of the other party, he saw the possessive desire that he was familiar with.
This obviously does not fit the description in Serling's mouth.
Kou Dong also nodded, and said in a low voice, "His words are not smooth, and there are many mistakes and omissions."
For example, the owner of the castle originally only 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 so delicious."
This is not to say that Serin is ugly, in fact, he is handsome and pretty, but the problem is that Serin is a businessman, and he has been used to suffering since he was a child. He has been wandering at sea all year round, and his skin is far less delicate than those nobles , does not meet the appetite of these picky vampires. At least compared to the food that was put on the table tonight, Serin was at best inferior.
In this case, the Earl can change his mind just by looking at him...
To be honest, Kou Dong didn't believe it at all.
Usually, when you go to the market to buy pork, you have to pick a good one, and the other party doesn't have a buff with full favorability like him.
"He's not me!"
He is the kind of blue-faced disaster that can make NPC possessive at a glance, and the others can only be regarded as cannon fodder without a name at best!
Ye Yanzhi: "..."
He seemed quite proud.
"Come up," said the young man, bending down again in front of Kou Dong, "I'll carry you on my back."
Kou Dong pressed on him, and continued: "This is very strange. If he came in, he would be taken into the kitchen as food... Where did the letter come from?"
The other party's hands were bound, apparently unable to write or send.
Also, he didn't respond right to blood sucking. Judging from the situation at the dinner party, sucking blood was an extremely enjoyable and even addictive thing for both parties, but Selin showed more fear. This also meant that it wasn't the blood sucking or bloodletting itself that made Serin panic. What he panicked should be something else.
— Or, another blood clan that 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 the pocket watch with one free hand, and lifted the gold cover.
He replied, "It's been two minutes."
"Mm," the person on the back responded, holding his head tightly again. After a while, the voice repeated quietly again: "It's twelve o'clock."
"It's twelve o'clock..." Kou Dong said, "I'm a bit cold."
Ye Yanzhi's neck was pressed against the small part of his arm protruding from the cuff of his shirt. It was really cold, without any warmth, even colder than the skin of Ye Yanzhi, a vampire.
It's like touching a piece 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 behind him—
Where is Kou Dong there
A bright red tongue sticks out of its mouth, and its neck is covered with bite marks, as if it has been eaten by a group of wild beasts that have run off their harness. The man's skin was so stiff, and the tattered white cloth wrapped around his body hung down to the ground—
It was a face that had already been bruised and purple. He could only vaguely distinguish the appearance of the other party from the outline of his eyebrows and eyes.
It was the boy who was presented at the dinner tonight.
In fact, he could no longer be called a human being. The temperature of the skin and the already stiff limbs all showed that the other party had died of excessive blood loss after tonight's feast. Now lying on his back is nothing but a heavy dead soul.
There was a malicious smile on the corner of Revenant's lips, and Ben was thinking of saying something to scare him. But the young man in front of him just glanced at him, and immediately lifted him off his back without hesitation, and firmly stepped on his neck with his feet.
"Too dirty."
The soul of the dead was firmly trapped on the ground, and suddenly a terrible intuition surged up——
This man will directly step on his throat.
Of course he will not die, he has already died once. But dying at the hands of this person seemed to be different from dying at the hands of others—if he died at his hands, it would be a real death.
He trembled involuntarily, and his voice was soft and soft, choking in a low voice. Ye Yanzhi stared at him, not the slightest bit moved by the way he was crying, but calmly asked, "Where is he?"
The Revenant knew who he was asking.
It was the nobleman who was originally on his back.
He trembled, out of a strange selfishness, he didn't want to reveal the whereabouts of that person, he only turned his head to one side. But the movement of the person in front of him was faster than him, blocking his movement and forcing him to face it squarely. The slender hand moved slightly, and directly tore off one of his arms.
"Speak or not?"
The hostility of the person in front of him was too strong, and the dead soul couldn't help crying. He finally couldn't resist, and confessed: "At that lord's place! They will take him to that lord's place..."
Ye Yanzhi let go of him and looked down from above.
"What floor?"
"The leftmost room on the fourth floor," the dead soul cried, "that lord likes him, I dare not compete with him, I just want—I just want him to stay—"
He also couldn't tell where this inexplicable obsession came from. But from the first moment he saw the guy at the dinner party, he'd fallen under this strange possessive spell.
"He will be bitten," said the dead soul, shivering. "The lord will bite him on the neck and slowly suck his blood..."
In this ancient castle, many ordinary people are treated like this. However, the young man who was taken away was special - he was the first one that the adult saw.
For the blood race, it is undoubtedly a waste to give up the process of sucking blood and only taste the ordinary animal blood in the glass. That lord wasted many years, and he never even appeared in person at the dinner party held in his manor, unlike other blood races at all.
This is what he is often guessed at. According to the rumors of the blood clan, this lord was lucky enough to taste the pale golden blood of an angel hundreds of years ago.
It was a unique and wonderful taste, and the vampires couldn't resist it at all, so that after this, other porridge and side dishes could no longer catch the eyes of adults.
However, this does not affect his strength. He is still the blood prince who holds the power of life and death aloft. There is no one in the blood clan who is older and more powerful than him. He has almost become a legend in the blood clan and is enshrined like a god by the remaining vampires.
For hundreds of years, this was the first time he had expressed interest in fresh human blood.
Ye Yanzhi said coldly, "How did he know?"
Undead couldn't answer this question, but just shook his head and buried his head in tears. Now that he was crying again, the man in front of him didn't show any expression, and just let him sit on the ground. Immediately, Ye Yanzhi stretched out his long legs, ignored him, and strode towards the direction pointed by the dead soul.
His steps got bigger and bigger, eventually turning into a run.
Kou Dong...
His heart was pounding, and every nerve was stretched to the tightest.
— Kou Dong.
I thought that I would be safe if I was by my side, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated the enemy.
Kou Dong was still on the man's back at that time. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, his vision was somewhat affected, and he could only see the blurred outline in front of him.
He swayed his legs on his back, bouncing his calves along with the opponent's pace, and was still thinking about Serin's strange voice just now.
It's more like... wanting him to stay out of the room until midnight.
Kou Dong thinks he is not Cinderella, and he will not show his original shape after twelve o'clock. Then, the condition of twelve o'clock was 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 moment in time
Could it trigger something
Thinking of this, Kou Dong clamped his leg around the lower man's waist.
"Cub, what time is it?"
Ye Yanzhi's voice sounded a little dull, like being stuffed in a jar.
"It's past twelve o'clock."
Something flapped its wings and flew over their heads, its feathers almost brushing the top of Kou Dong's head. Having gone through the previous dungeon, Kou Dong is now extremely sensitive to such voices, and immediately raised his eyes to look—but his eyes were pitch black, and he saw nothing.
The voice didn't fly very far, it stopped just a few steps away from them, and then there was a slight rustling sound, as if combing one's own feathers.
Kou Dong had the feeling of being watched. — it seemed to be watching him.
The gaze of unknown creatures in the darkness makes people feel hairy. 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, and 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 was blowing in through the corridor window. There is no moon in the sky, and the clouds are thick, leaving only a little light that can barely split the shadow.
Getting here is already a road that Kou Dong doesn't know. He even felt as if he had left the old castle where he was and walked towards a different house.
What path is this
Kou Dong was a little strange and wanted to ask.
At the same time, the moonlight finally got through the gaps in the dark clouds and let the clear light shine in. Kou Dong was the first to see a bird covered in pitch black, it was standing on the windowsill beside it, its dark red eyes were looking at him without blinking.
It's the crow.
Kou Dong's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he realized that the body temperature of Ye Yanzhi he was holding was also extremely low - even a vampire shouldn't have such a temperature.
His gaze moved down slowly and settled on the other party's neck.
He saw that the severed neck was covered with bruises, and the pits left after being sucked blood hadn't disappeared, and remained conspicuously on the skin. The veins are bulging, and the complexion is pale, without a trace of blood.
- That's not Ye Yanzhi.
Kou Dong's back suddenly felt cold, and he finally realized what kind of time midnight is. He pursed his lips tightly and did not make a sound, but the sense of terror that he was being carried by something was still lingering, making his body tense unconsciously.
"Don't worry... don't worry."
With his things on his back, he said slowly, his voice was sticky and cold, like a breath coming from the depths of the water.
"It's almost there—it's almost there."
"It will be happy."
He repeated it mechanically and monotonously. Seen from the front, this pale dead soul was smiling—
"You will be here and experience happiness."
The author has something to say:
Revenant: Let's go, I'll take you to be sucked blood!
Kou Dong: ...
No, why is there a posture that is tempting to take drugs...