People under 975 years old

ong symbolizes light. However, Zhu Rong was also an official title held by many people. Which one was the true "shaman"There are very few records about witches. They all practiced mysticism and there...A person facing a dire situation won't be picky about food. Is he planning to suck my blood to replenish his fluids

The moment the thought crossed my mind, I instinctively raised my other hand and hit him.

I dared not pull my bitten hand away, fearing I would tear off a piece of flesh.

But even if I tried to fight him, he wouldn't be afraid. He just retracted his teeth and used his lips to suck, and the instant my wrist was bitten, it started to throb with pain and itching.

The ventilation shaft in the wall behind me was open, letting in a gust of wind with a faint metallic scent. Then, footsteps echoed at the doorway.

The monster suddenly loosened its grip on my wrist and rasped, “…Trying to escape”

I was in so much pain, my head felt dizzy, and then I heard this sentence—He's conscious!

"Think," I rubbed my wrist against my clothes, smearing blood.

" ... Play dead." His throat rasped out the command.

He hadn't had water in days, his voice was hoarse like an old man.

I'm not very good at acting, but I didn't have time to think much. I could only take a few steps back and fall onto the carpet, hiding my injured hand behind me.

A jumble of keys rattled, and the door creaked open a crack.

The cold light of the flashlight shone in.

Two guards at the door wore simple gas masks, and a cat peered inside from beside the doorway.

The lights were shining directly on my head, making my eyes ache. I kept my head down and silent, while the strange man continued to let out his ominous "whooshing" warning sound.

“Is that little girl fainted from fright” the masked guard asked his comrade in a gruff voice.

" ... I guess so... Let's toss some food in there We really scared her, how are we going to hand her over"

"Food definitely won't work, would she have the energy to cause trouble if she was well-fed"

"Water"

"Okay, don't actually get scared."

"Do you go in"

"Fuck you, I'm not going in, you go!"

Neither of them was willing to step into the room, so they finally chose to throw water in.

A small bottle of mineral water hit me, and I had to remain still. The two people immediately shut the door, then closed the air vent and everything else.

Are they afraid of poisoning These weirdos, are they even breathing poison! How come I don't feel anything strange

Darkness and silence returned to the room. Two curses from the guards outside drifted in, muttering about how they'd been cursed with this kind of job for eight lifetimes.

I've lived eight lifetimes, and I feel like a duckweed adrift in the current, with nowhere to turn.

“…Let me have a little first, then I’ll give you some.” I sat up and twisted the cap off the small bottle of mineral water. A little bit of water was like a lifesaver at this point. They had gone to so much trouble to transport me; they shouldn't poison me, should they”

A few gulps of ice-cold water went down my throat, and my brain was also cooled down. I touched the part of my wrist that had been bitten by the strange man - the flesh was still there, but it left tooth marks and wounds.

"...There's water now, should I feed you Don't bite me anymore, I don't have much meat." I said exasperatedly.

The freak's mind was much clearer now. He pondered for a moment, then replied in a voice like a busted bellows: "…No, give me your blood."

What!

I was stunned: "Are you a vampire You love drinking human blood so much"

"...Your blood is different, cough cough..." He was trying desperately to keep his voice down. I could tell his throat was burning, and it hurt him to speak.

"What's different Even with water, you still drink blood. What kind of demon are you..." I couldn't help but take a step back.

His forehead was long, with strands of hair falling in fragments, his eyebrows and eyes hidden behind it. Only a pair of dark black pupils stared straight at me.

"I also want to know what's different about your blood... it seems to be able to counteract the poison in me... If you want to escape, why not try cooperating with me..." he said in a broken voice.

I shook my head vigorously: "No, no, I'm afraid, I can't let you suck my blood—"

"Bottle," he whispered.

I glanced at the half-empty bottle of water in my hand. This guy was really thick-skinned! Was he expecting me to squeeze my blood into the bottle and feed it to him

“ ... You, what are you How am I supposed to know if you're not a terrible villain” I ran out of insults and couldn’t think of how to describe my fear of him.

"Are you afraid of me Don't you... also possess otherworldly abilities..." He whispered, "Hurry... your blood... is very useful..."

Should I trust him... Just squeeze out a little more blood, it probably won't be a big deal. This guy really seems like a "monster." If he's conscious, maybe I could escape with his help.

"What's your name What's your background Tell me first!" I asked, my voice trembling as I squeezed blood from the wound.

“ ... Can't say it, you wouldn't understand even if I did.”

There's always a reason, isn't there Why were you caught here!

"Hmph..." He managed a strained laugh. "Aren't you prey too..."

“The guard said you breathe poison, that if you bite me, you'll kill me with it—”

"I was poisoned," he frowned, "and they wanted to transport me out and raise venomous insects on me, to create a special kind of poison puppet... You've been in this room for so long and nothing happened to you, which means you're not afraid of these toxins."

"How do you know I'm not afraid! I'm terrified! But do I have a choice Seeing you locked up too, I thought about running away together. Who knew you were thinking about my blood!"

He was taken aback for a moment: “……you’re bold.”

"If you don't explain your situation, I won't give it to you." Ten drops of blood melted into the remaining half bottle of water. I held up the bottle and stood in front of him, shaking it.

He hesitated for a moment, his voice hoarse as he spoke: "I am the chieftain of a village. That old fellow from Longwang's clan has stretched his reach too far, encroaching upon our territory. I pursued him, but he colluded with certain individuals who had me arrested and then poisoned me, intending to transport me back to his land. I overheard his thoughts; it seems he wants me to reveal the secrets of my tribe, to be used in crafting special puppet people."

"Eh" He was the village headman

I was stunned and blurted out, "Are you also a village from the secret river valley's sect"

He narrowed his eyes, looking at me with a sinister expression: "...Do you know this place"

"Of course I know! I was just there before—"

I quickly covered my mouth, not daring to utter the words "marriage." It was unclear whether the other person was friend or foe. They might not even know about my relationship with Mu Wanchen, so it's best to say less for now.

"What are you doing" he asked, staring at me.

"I met two people from the two different schools of thought, so I know this place."

"Liar," he stated bluntly, "Your blood can dispel poison. How is it possible you only met two people Well... sooner or later your identity will be revealed. Come here!"

His voice was already hoarse, almost unable to form words. I had a hard time hearing him.

I walked closer to him and brought the water mixed with blood drops to his lips. He tilted his head slightly and drank it down.

Getting this close, I could really see his profile and the lines of his neck and throat. I realized he was actually a very young man!ll be strained to blindness.It's a bit creepy to light lanterns in the graveyard. The range of light is too small, and if you walk a little further away, it feels like the lantern's light is being swa...