Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Murphy's consciousness touched the person who summoned him, a weak mortal.

The mortal soul has left the body, suspended in the vast starry sky, saying: "You... are you a god?"

Murphy said: "I am not. Mortal, you still have 3 minutes to sign a contract with me. Tell me, before you die, what wish do you want to exchange with me?"

One side of the contract had already been written, and what Murphy wanted was simple: this mortal body.

The mortal then said: "I... I was raised by the blood race since I was a child, and I have never returned to the human world. I want to see my parents again..."

Murphy said, "They're dead. Do you want to see the shape of their souls, their present physical bodies, or phantoms from the past?"

The mortal was stunned for a while, and said: "Since this is the case, forget it... No, wait, I... I want to eat Yangchun noodles again. When I was very young, I could see it every day before I went to school. Sometimes The bowl of noodles that Dad would eat with me...can you let me eat it again?"

Murphy said: "Very well, the contract is established."

It only took about half an hour for Murphy's consciousness to pass through the plane barrier and silently land on this mortal.

He made sure that it was all very well hidden and would never alarm the Astral Gods.Then he tried to move his current physical body - it was indeed very weak.

This is a world ruled by blood clans.

The blood race, claiming to be the descendants of Cain, is also called "vampire".Compared with weaker humans, they have stronger strength, smarter minds, and even better appearance.But their diet is different from other creatures. They are bloodthirsty-blood is the source of their strength.

For various reasons, as early as hundreds of years ago, human beings have been reduced to food raised by blood clans.

The internal hierarchy of the blood clan is strict, and the ranks are ranked downwards. The world has long been divided into the territories of different nobles.The humans on the territory naturally become the personal property of these nobles and can be disposed of at will.

For the vampires, human blood is the tastiest of all living things, and it can become even tastier—as long as humans are in a state of mental and physical pleasure, their blood can become even sweeter and more tempting.

Therefore, those upper-class nobles even let their servants carefully raise these slaves, let them dress up, play, fall in love, and even take them out to travel together, and have sex with them at night-then when these human slaves get their lives When the happiest experience among them, drink that incomparably sweet blood.

This is the way of entertainment of the blood clan, and sometimes a way to show status and wealth.

Murphy's physical body was also one of the slaves raised by the blood clan.It doesn't matter what his name is, anyway, no one will care about the name of a blood eater, and no one will find it strange that he will be called Murphy in the future.

What's more special is that the owner of this blood eater - the owner of this territory is the only grand duke of the blood race, and it is said that he is the only remaining pure blood.

His name is Enoch.

"Enoch." Murphy chewed the name slowly in his mouth, and then smiled slightly.

Yes, he quietly came to this world for this name - he peeped it in the thread of this mortal's fate.

Murphy sighed contentedly, and let himself lie down in the coffin.

The blood in this body has great potential, so it has been imprisoned for ten years—the way the vampire raises people in captivity is to imprison them in coffins and feed them with a nasal feeding tube to ensure that they will not die.

Such captive people, as long as they are finally released, will be ecstatic.The blood that was drained at that moment will become a certain breakfast for His Excellency the Duke.

Murphy removed the feeding tube.Blood and food stained his chest together, but the pain was better than nothing.

Soon, the Grand Duke's servant discovered the abnormality of the coffin, came over and took Murphy out, and sent it to a certain steward.

"This human being is about to fail." The steward said with contempt, "Take him out for bloodletting."

So the servants picked up Murphy's thin arm again, lifted him up, and threw him on the lawn outside the castle——

The sun, the lawn, the warm wind, the moist dew, the sound of leaves caressing.

Yes, many human slaves knelt down in front of such a simple picture, then wept bitterly, then worshiped as a miracle, and then died in incomparable satisfaction.

The servants had seen many such scenes, and it was no longer enough to attract their attention.

As the lowest blood race, they couldn't stay in the sun for even a second, so they stood in the shadow not far away and looked at Murphy.

At this moment, Murphy stood up, walked back, and stood in the shadows with them.

Servants: "..."

Murphy explained: "It's too hot."

The servants couldn't believe it. They had never seen a human being with such a big heart. He had been imprisoned for so long, and he didn't respond when he saw the light of day for the first time? !

They stared wide-eyed, like a little boy seeing Ultraman for the first time, and tentatively stretched out their hands to grab Murphy—crackling, the fragile bones of human beings were easily broken in front of the power of the vampires.

Then, Murphy bled.

The taste of the blood was indescribable, the servants' pale cheeks began to flush with desire one by one, followed by their gradually rapid breathing, and finally developed into the roar of wild beasts...

Finally, when the butler arrived, he saw only a few puddles of ashes under the corridor.

Those vampire servants killed each other and died, leaving only ashes after the death of this lowly creature.

The victorious servant is now bowing in front of Murphy, his injuries are slowly healing, and his abdomen and intestines are exposed|exposed.He greedily stuck out his tongue and desperately licked Murphy's wrist, his throat was throbbing with hunger and thirst, making a sound like a dog.

Murphy even held his hair with the other hand, casually and disgusted, and said like a reprimand to a slave: "Kneel down."

The servant knelt down without hesitation, feeling a little eager to get down directly, and looked at Murphy with eyes full of hope.

So the steward finally couldn't stand it any longer, reached out and inserted | into the servant's chest, crushing his heart -- and executed him neatly.

The smell of Murphy's blood was still spreading. The butler smelled it, his nose fluttered twice, and his eyes turned red - this is the mark of a true blood, he is not that lowly degenerate.

"High-quality goods..." the butler looked at Murphy and said, he thought about it, and finally took Murphy away and locked him in a separate room.

……

Murphy was taken out two days later.

He was washed very clean, put on a set of clean clothes, and was escorted by the housekeeper to the banquet venue.

Don't get me wrong, that's not a human banquet.

It was a blood clan banquet, and the waiters would prepare fresh food at any time and deliver it around the venue.The food is of course human beings. Anyway, this kind of weak creature has no ability to harm the vampires, so it is quite interesting to see them walking around alive and being sucked dry of their blood.

Of course, as a high-end product, Murphy was served on the "dining table", waiting for the real host of the banquet to enjoy.

Murphy counted the folds on his collar for a second time and yawned again when His Excellency the Duke finally arrived.

The person who called the roll had just reported once, and all the blood races in the audience lowered their heads together, and they didn't raise their heads until the Duke stood still and said the first sentence.

Different from the hypocritical and complicated human beings, the blood race with a strict hierarchy, even if it is only one title higher, still has the power and strength to kill.

Duke Enoch is the only descendant of the pure-blood family today, and it can be said that in the blood-blood society, he is equivalent to the status of a human emperor.He has short silver-gray hair and scarlet eyes with an inorganic coldness.As far as beauty is concerned, there may be many who will serve him too.

He was attending a banquet in his own territory today, so he was only wearing a v-neck shirt, and his fair skin was like fine porcelain—but everyone knew that the power contained in it was another extreme.

After he appeared on the stage, all the women in the banquet swarmed up like bees smelling the fragrance of flowers, exuding their charm with all their strength.They don't have the so-called reservedness of human women, and there are very good reasons for doing so: there is no second pure-blood in the world today, and no one is qualified to be the bride of the Grand Duke; Can compete for the position of his mistress.

Others were rumored to have gossip girlfriends, but no one dared to be Enuo's girlfriend, so he was rumored to have about twenty gossip mistresses.

But even his rumored mistress is afraid to get too close, as if worried about being burned by something too bright.

Countess Ruida is one of the rumored mistresses, and it can be seen from her title that she is a powerful woman in the blood clan.At this moment, she is also the first one who has the courage to invite the Grand Duke.

"Today's high-quality goods have a very special aroma... Is Your Highness interested in tasting it?" Rui Da said.

Her eyes pointed to Murphy.

Murphy's wrist was tied with a red ribbon, and the wound underneath hadn't healed, exuding a very seductive aura on purpose.

Many blood races have already been tempted by his smell and are eager to try, just waiting for the public to speak.Because this was a dish prepared for His Excellency the Grand Duke, he had to wait for the Grand Duke to shirk before eating it—anyway, Enoch would never eat at a banquet, he thought the food was too tainted.

"No need, you can use it yourself." Sure enough, Enoch said coldly.

Rita stepped forward.But the moment she took off the red ribbon, the scent on Murphy's body suddenly disappeared.

They were quite surprised, it was rare to see such a rapid change in the taste of human blood.

"What's the matter with this human being?" Rita was a little dissatisfied with the damage to her face, and slapped Murphy.

The blood count's slap lightly slapped half of the fragile mortal's life.

The smell of blood became worse, and Murphy was bound there motionless.

Just when Rita decided to kill him in disappointment, Enoch suddenly said, "Don't dirty my place."

So everyone suddenly remembered that this is the Duke's territory, and the food is also the Duke's personal property in captivity—suddenly no one dared to step forward.

Rita bowed down and apologized, but Enoch remained unmoved.

At this moment, Murphy suddenly laughed, and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood——

For some reason, the smell of blood became thick and sweet again, a bit like a mellow and intoxicating alcohol, and some vampires made disgraceful noises on the spot.

Enoch stood where he was, looking down at Murphy.

Then Murphy said, "Can't cooking food be dignified? The Duke looks so good-looking, so I just want to be eaten by him?"