Blood Slave of Biochemical Apocalypse

Ada clutched his head and got up from the bed. Because of the problem of the living dead, he didn't sleep well all night, and fell asleep after midnight for some unknown reason.He opened his eyes, his brown pupils were bloodshot, he patted his head a few times, his originally confused eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked around his room. The orange sunlight proved that it was already evening.

Ada stared at the sunlight cast on the head of the bed for a long time, then turned around and got out of bed, cleaned herself up neatly, put on his white study uniform that had not changed for many years, opened the door and walked out.

Even though he saw that the living dead man was silent yesterday, he still didn't want to give up and wanted to take a look.After so many years of hard work and effort, he would not be reconciled if he gave up without checking it out!

It’s clear that after so many years of research, it’s okay to deal with the living dead. Why this time, the virus in its body was only reorganized in a unique way to reorganize the genetic structure, and the activity was obviously enhanced. How could it fail? !

Ada strode towards the elevator with a tense face, not in the mood to respond to the respectful greetings from the people she met on the road.Now, he just wants to confirm for himself whether the living dead is really useless.

The fiery red sunset seemed to be burning the clouds on the horizon as bright red, and the orange fire reflected half of the sky red.

The stars in the corner of the sky can't wait to flash a little bit of faint light. In the sky that is gradually becoming dark blue, it is like dots of broken diamonds dotted on the gradually dyed dark blue silk, and it is like a girl's bright light. The eyes, under half-covered eyes, look very charming.

The fiery red sunset reluctantly sank to the horizon, and entrusted the scepter in charge of the world to the quiet and elegant goddess of the night.

In the slowly rising night, a black figure flew quickly across the slowly darkening sky, and the huge black bat wings behind him moved up and down, leading him to fly to the castle hidden in the woods.

After seeing the castle with twinkling lights, the black shadow slowly lowered his flying height, and then with bat wings, he landed in front of the gate of the castle.

"Duke Ellen, I've been waiting for a long time, please come with me." The maid who had been waiting by the door respectfully saluted the approaching shadow.

Ellen withdrew his bat wings, "No need, I'll go in by myself." After he finished speaking, he strode in.

"Ellen...Duke Ellen!" The maid shouted anxiously, trying to catch up with him.

"Don't follow." Ellen glanced back at the maid, and immediately made her stop in place trembling, not daring to move again.

The garden, which was messy and looked like it hadn’t been used for hundreds of years, is now very beautiful, and the aisles buried in the weeds have long been cleared out.The roses planted on both sides look extraordinarily coquettish under the moonlight, white, crimson, pink, and bright red, all of which are blooming delicately towards the moon, like walking in a sea of ​​flowers along the way. .

A warm orange glow shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the quaint castle hall.

From here, you can see the inside, a bustling scene full of toasts and cups.