Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

Murphy didn't wake up until the afternoon.

The back seat of the car was not comfortable at all, and his cervical spine felt like it was about to break. Fortunately, the pain was meaningless to him.

The vehicle has driven through a city and they are stopping at the last refueling point.

Murphy looked at the billboard next to him and suddenly announced: "Let's go, let's play bungee jumping and farmhouse fun today."

Enuo couldn't understand why bungee jumping could be called "extreme sports" and "entertainment".

"It's exciting for humans, right?" Murphy said.

Enoch glanced at the full protective equipment of the bungee jumper, and said, "It's not fatal, there's no danger."

"But it feels dangerous! It feels important!" Murphy said.

Enoch pursed his lips and did not speak.

The people around had already paid attention to the two of them. Enoch's aura made everyone feel as if they were chilling, and they had probably realized that he was a vampire.

Murphy dragged Enoch to line up and said, "Feel the atmosphere well, Mr. Enoch. If you exclude today, you probably will never have a chance to get into the crowd."

However, Enoch did not get caught in the crowd in the end.

Before the bungee jumping, there was a rule that everyone else had to put their shoulders on the shoulders of the next person and say words of encouragement—but obviously no one dared to touch the shoulder of His Excellency the Duke, even if he did not reveal his identity.These humans didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

Murphy sighed, patted Enoch on the shoulder hard, and said, "Seek good luck, friend."

He pushed Enoch down.

Enoch had a rope hanging from him—it was just stupid, and it would only affect the balance of His Excellency the Duke in midair.Not long after falling, Enoch was already standing in the wind, looking up expressionlessly.

As a result, he saw Murphy jumping down.

—Murphy wasn't wearing a rope!

On the cliff, there were screams one after another, and people's terrified cries even echoed.

Murphy fell straight down in midair.

Enoch, who went down a step first, suddenly shrank his pupils, and then jumped up into the air, caught Murphy, and stayed firmly in the air.

Fortunately, Enoch reacted quickly enough, otherwise if Murphy landed freely for a while, just catching his impact might be enough for Murphy to break a few ribs.

Even at this moment, Murphy's breathing was interrupted for a few seconds.

Enoch continued to fly, pushed him against the cliff, and ordered: "Breathe! Human!"

Murphy took a deep breath and said weakly, "Hello...my name is Murphy."

Enoch's expression turned ugly, and he said, "You're looking for death. As I said, I'll give you three days."

Murphy coughed twice more, hung his hands on Enoch's body, pressed his face against his cold neck, and said in a low voice, "I didn't...I knew you would come."

Enoch hugged Murphy and flew back to the cliff.

People craned their necks to look at them in surprise, and after a while, someone suddenly applauded.

Then someone whistled, and someone said: "Heroes save the beauty!"

At this moment, it seemed that they had forgotten their fear of the blood race - they thought that Murphy and Enoch were a pair of alien lovers who could not live in the world, and at this moment, only pure blessings remained.

Enoch was quite uncomfortable with this kind of situation that could only be described as "lively", so he picked up Murphy and left.

There happened to be a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, and Murphy lay there until dinner time, feeling relieved.

The dinner was a local specialty, which was quite salty. Murphy drank two large bottles of water, and then said to Enoch, "It's over, you have nothing to eat today. My blood probably smells salty now..."

Enoch: "..."

Of course, His Excellency the Duke doesn't mind not eating blood for a day or two.In fact, he can go on an empty stomach for a year or two, which is not a problem for the high-level blood race. The strength in their bodies is enough to support simple survival loss for 1000 years.

But he didn't refute Murphy's words.

Thus passed the second day of three days.

On the third day, Murphy's idleness became even more serious. He stood on the square of a certain human city for a whole morning.

He borrowed the drawing board of a certain painter there, stroke by stroke, and began to paint the scenery on the square seriously.He also painted fountains and grounds, children running around, rustling leaves, and migratory birds passing by in the sky.

He didn't draw Enoch, and said, "You are so beautiful, I'm afraid I can't draw them, so forget it."

When he was eating at noon, Enoch took over the brush and painted a human figure on the canvas.The Duke is obviously proficient in this art, probably because many blood races have been extremely bored for a long time, and they can also play some arts.

Murphy said: "Wow, I know you blood races are narcissistic, but you don't have to draw yourself in this?"

Enoch didn't say a word, just daubed it casually, and the outline alone showed the charm.What he painted was obviously a certain figure, with clear figure, outline, and movements, who was sitting on the edge of the fountain shaking his legs—this sloppy appearance seemed familiar somehow.

Murphy looked at Enoch's profile, and suddenly said, "Is this your first love?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Enoch stopped and did not draw the face of this person.

Murphy said, "Why don't you draw anymore?"

Enoch said flatly, "The drawing is wrong."

After speaking, he dipped in black paint and painted the man, turning into a black statue standing on the spot.

This led to Murphy still obsessing over the human figure during lunch, and said, "It's a pretty good drawing, but it's a pity, tsk tsk."

Enoch said nothing.

Murphy said again: "Are you so harsh on yourself? If you make a mistake in a stroke, you will erase it. Is it because you are afraid that after seeing it, others will say that the blood prince is nothing more than that?"

Enoch still didn't speak.

Murphy wanted to speak again, but Enoch finally couldn't take it anymore: "No."

Murphy looked up at him naturally.

"It's not first love." Enoch paused and said, "I won't have a relationship, and I don't need such a thing."

Murphy finally put down the food in his hands and said, "Oh."

That night, after walking through the underwater sightseeing tunnel, they went to ride the Ferris wheel.

The river is full of blue waves, and the lights of thousands of families on both sides are dotted, and there is the smell of food in the night wind.The bell on the hour was echoing melodiously, and the pigeons started up and down for a while.

After a long silence in the Ferris wheel, Murphy said, "Thank you."

Enoch said nothing.

Murphy laughed again, and opened his collar: "Are you sure you don't want to have a taste? After tonight, I'm afraid I won't have another chance."

Enoch's gaze went away as soon as he touched it, and he looked at the scenery outside: "No need."

The time for the Ferris wheel to go around is really short, and it takes only three sentences.

The door opened, and Murphy went down first, then suddenly turned back and said, "The next world... I mean, if people go to the next world after death, I still want to see you very much."

"You're beautiful," Murphy added.

……

Still returned to the territory of the blood clan.

Murphy was sentenced to death.As he promised, he will dedicate the blood of pleasure in his body, and when the blood is almost gone, people will die anyway.

The executors of the blood race tied him firmly to the torture tool, not because he was afraid of him escaping, but mainly because he didn't want to waste his blood.

When Murphy's wrist was just cut, the scene was almost frozen in time.

The smell of blood is indescribably beautiful, neither the sweetness of kitsch nor the stench of death.It seemed that the dying person lying there was the happiest person in the world at the moment.Like a bride waiting for her husband, like a wanderer on a boat returning home, like a petal about to return to its roots.

The blood still flowed out slowly, filling the vessel next to it little by little.

All the observers knew that this belonged to His Excellency the Duke, no one dared to say anything, they could only watch silently.

Murphy was expected to die at seven o'clock sharp, and his blood could be shed for a while, and his body would be disposed of at nine o'clock sharp-to ensure that not a single drop of blood was wasted.

But there was a slight delay in the middle, because Murphy had a certain resistance to potions.The potion is for one-time use, it is specially designed to make humans feel happy, and it has an anesthetic effect.

As a result, Murphy completely resisted the effects of the anesthesia, and was extremely awake throughout the whole process. He even asked in the middle, "Can I have some water?"

Naturally, no one gave him water to drink, so he watched his blood flow out slowly, his head became dizzy, his body became cold, and everything around him became very far away.

Later he heard the voice of the executor announcing seven o'clock, and he was not dead yet.

Then he heard Enoch's voice.

Enoch's voice was like ice: "Go out."

Everyone immediately got up and left.

Only Murphy was left lying there, having lost all strength.

He seemed to hear Enoch's breathing, and then felt that it should be an illusion, because the blood race basically didn't need to breathe except when they were emotional.

There was a lot of noise around, Enoch must have knocked over the instrument clumsily, that is precious blood...

Something special was being fed in.

The power is quite strong enough to transform this fragile mortal body.

But Murphy didn't want this, he turned his head and let the precious liquid slide down the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, he found this scene very interesting, a bit like when a supporting character died, he insisted on lying in the arms of the protagonist, shaking his head and letting go of his hands——

Murphy thought about it and fell asleep.