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After returning to the room, Si Yu turned around to confirm that the little bat was gone, and then heaved a sigh of relief, turned off the light and went to bed.

He was lying on his back on the bed, his mind was in a mess, his eyes were rolling around uncontrollably under his eyelids, and he just couldn't settle down.

Si Yu was tired all day, his body had already fallen into extreme fatigue, but his consciousness became extremely active instead.

His subconscious mind was shouting "sleep quickly", but the brain cells were protesting "can't sleep". Two voices started racing in his mind, and one of them collided unnoticed, causing his temples to feel dull Pain, as if a blunt hammer was hitting the sky cap.

"hiss!"

Si Yu kicked his feet irritably, and refused to sleep at all. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and took out the mahogany sword and the "Treasure Book of Ghosts" from under the pillow.

A one-inch black-and-white photo was glued to the body of the sword, and it was pasted by Si Yu mischievously when he was six years old.

He was idle and bored that day, rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home, and accidentally found a set of black and white photos in his father's drawer.He just thought it was fun, so he chose a small size and stuck it on his toy.

It wasn't until he grew up that he realized that black-and-white photos can't be taken casually, and the old guy Si Zheng had already secretly taken a posthumous photo of himself.

In the photo, Si Zheng changed his usual slovenly appearance, wearing a neatly pressed shirt, buttoned up to the top of his neck, smiling, with a relaxed expression, his eyes seemed to pass through the void, quietly staring at Si Yu.

Si Yu caressed the photo with his thumb, and there was a cold touch on his fingertips, reminding others that death is death, and when the body is cold and hard, there is nothing but a black and white photo.

After a while, he silently put down the wooden sword, picked up the booklet and looked through it.

Most of them are weird and weird pictures, monsters with human faces and sphinxes, fat-headed fish with long feet, legless old women bleeding from all seven orifices...the paintings are accompanied by disorganized annotations, and the handwriting is scribbled, and he can barely make out a few sparse words , What are "enemies of others", "cunning", "bloodthirsty", "preferring to eat children's flesh" and so on.

It is not difficult to see from the handwriting that this purely handwritten booklet has been in the hands of at least three people, and Si is the third and last owner.

His father is a super fanatic of ghosts and ghosts. Si Yu doesn't find it strange at all that he has such a booklet.What really caught his attention were the two shocking bloodstains on the last page.

"You said you died so early," Si Yu patted on the picture of the wooden sword, "just leave me such a little broken thing, and I haven't explained what it is, I have never seen anything worse than you." Irresponsible dad."

In the black and white photo, Si Zheng smiled gently, as if he was infinitely tolerant of his son's offensive words and deeds.

In fact, after careful study, Si Zheng's death did not have a bad impact on Si Yu.

In all fairness, Si Zheng is not a good father.He is too indulged in his own world, and often neglects his young son; they live in poverty, relying on Si Zheng to occasionally go out to do rough work and do odd jobs to barely eat; When I saw my father, I cried on the window sill and asked the passers-by who came home from the night shift if they had seen my father...

Si Yu's rebellious period came earlier than ordinary children. When he first entered junior high school, he often quarreled with Si Zheng, and said everything when he got angry, "It's better not to have a father like you." I got angry with him, but apologized to him instead, saying Xiaoyu was sorry over and over again.

It wasn't until Si Zheng really died that Si Yu understood what his father meant to him.

It is the only one, the only one in the world, the relative who is connected by his blood and loves him.

"Good night, Dad."

Si Yu stuffed the mahogany sword and the booklet back under the pillow, and temporarily put away all his doubts, and leaned over to turn off the light. With a "pop", the room fell into silence again.

The lights in Room 44 were turned off, and the moonlight poured into the room through the cracks in the curtains, casting a bright shadow on the deep mahogany floor.

Room 43 next door sank into pure darkness, the specially thickened curtains were tightly fastened, and there was a dead silence in the room, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Qi Lu was wearing a dark black nightgown, lying flat on his back, with one hand on his stomach and the other on his side—his sleeping posture was excellent, as if he maintained extreme self-discipline and self-denial in his dreams.

But at this moment, he was not sleeping soundly, his brows were deeply furrowed, his lips were tightly pursed, the contours of his face looked extremely cold and hard due to excessive tension, his hands trembled a little, clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded——

"Ah Lu, you are a blood clan, this is the responsibility you were born to bear."

"You remember, you have no other choice, you have to be brave and strong."

Chaos, cries, fire, knives cutting flesh, iron bars smashing bones.

The child hid in a tree and watched helplessly as the elder of the mermaid clan was stabbed into the body with a knife, and the sharp blood blade was pulled out, with minced meat hanging on the tip of the knife.

A cold light flashed past, reflecting the child's pale cheeks and out-of-focus eyes. He seemed to have forgotten to cry, and opened his eyes in vain, with bright red eyes.

The elder was disemboweled and his heart was taken out. He lay on his back on the ground, covering his open stomach with one hand to prevent the internal organs from flowing out along with the blood. With the other hand, he stretched out his index finger and tapped it on his lips, pointing at the tree on the tree. The child made a "shh" gesture.

The elder of the mermaid tribe turned into a cold corpse. After the massacre, the corpses were scattered all over the field, and the eyes were full of blood...

After the massacre, the child fell from the tree to the ground due to loss of strength.His legs were trembling, and he couldn't stand still. Among the dead bodies on the floor were many he knew, such as the cat demon whose limbs had been cut off, the gecko whose head had been beheaded, the snake demon who had been chopped into many pieces...he knew all of them. of.

The child opened his mouth to shout, but found that he lost his voice. His throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and that hand was still tightening and tightening. With his mouth closed, he breathed heavily like a dying fish after landing.

The smell of blood is everywhere, no matter where he stumbles, it is always the smell of blood...

"You have to live, you are a blood race, you have to... protect..."

— Stop bleeding, too much blood, father and mother please stop bleeding, too much.

The child knelt down on the blood-soaked ground. He couldn't cry or speak. He wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth and only let out a weak neigh like a young animal.

"Don't be afraid, come on, Lu, come here."

——Mother, don't talk anymore, please don't talk, the vampires won't die, Mr. said, unless the exorcist's mahogany sword pierces the heart, the vampires won't die!

"Come on, come on, suck the last of my blood, it's okay, be good."

——No, no, absolutely not!

"Qi Lu, this is my last request to you. If you can't do it, you don't deserve to be a blood descendant."

—I can't do it!

The child frantically reached out to cover the wound on the woman's body, but he only had two hands. However, there were too many wounds, and there were blood holes the size of fists everywhere. Burnt smell.

"Ah Lu, be obedient."

The child bit his lower lip tightly, and his sharp teeth made his lips bloody. Suddenly, a hand clasped the back of his head, pressing him to his neck, and his fangs pierced into the fragile skin.

The child's pupils constricted suddenly, his eyes almost opened, and his mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He wanted to struggle, but the strength of that hand was surprisingly strong, the blood flowed into his body along the throat, his whole body trembled violently, and his face was covered with tears.

Finally, the hand dropped limply, and the child heard a weak "I love you", and he fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and let out a bloody howl.

The child stood by his parents' corpses for a long time. Three days later, he dug a pit and buried his parents. His palms were bloody, but he didn't seem to know the pain. With the surge of new energy in his body, he went to complete a more important task by himself. thing.

——That was his innate responsibility as a vampire.

……

Qi Lu woke up from the dream, he opened his eyes with a low gasp, raised his hand and overturned the heavy wooden board.

He sleeps in a coffin.

With a loud bang, Si Yu was shocked and sat up suddenly from the bed.

It was the sound from next door.