Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The new wind blows, the sky is dim, and the snowflakes are falling profusely, paving the square in front of the dilapidated palace into a snow-white place. It seems that there has been a war here. There are ruins everywhere, and the surrounding is silent, only black and white. There is no breath of life.

Lan Yan looked at her palm suspiciously, in the pale palm, the snowflakes melted into crystal water droplets.

There was a blood-red drag mark on the snow. The blood had solidified and merged with the ice and snow, like a paintbrush dragging red paint across the canvas.

He looked down at his feet, and walked toward the palace following the bloodstains in a daze and doubt.

The ferocious stone beast fell at the entrance of the main hall. He entered the empty and cold hall and walked into the dark depths. There is an underground palace here. The lamps on the wall have long been extinguished. Can see things.

He passed through the high stone arch and walked down the winding stone steps. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. There were traces of blood on the walls around him. There were still some completely decomposed corpses piled up in the corners. Rats scurried around. , The stench is incomparable.

He wanted to go back, back to the ground, but for some reason, his feet seemed to be disobedient, and he continued to walk into the depths of the underground palace. Those tall sculptured stone pillars seemed to come alive, indifferent and She looked at him contemptuously, as if he was something dirty and lowly.

"No." Lan Yan yelled, her voice was shrill because of fear, and there was the sound of chewing and gnawing not far away.

A person was lying on the ground, crazy like a eating beast, the corpse in front of him had been torn into shape, the blood dyed his thin hands and clothes red, and his messy silver hair was also stained It was disgusting with blood and minced meat.

"No, I don't want to go there, I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him!" Lan Yan screamed and struggled. "Winster! Winster! Winster! Help me!"

His voice echoed among the stone pillars, and was swallowed by the darkness in the distance. A huge sense of loneliness and helplessness enveloped his heart.

The person in front of the corpse froze and sobbed softly, his voice full of remorse and sadness.Lan Yan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Immediately afterwards, the man twitched, covered his neck, and rolled on the ground, making a painful and hoarse sound from his throat, like a beast struggling to die, with silver hair covering his face.

Lan Yan saw him scratching his neck vigorously, his body was full of unhealed wounds...

Who is it? Lan Yan walked over in horror, that person suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of fierce blood-red eyes and sharp fangs protruding from his lips.As if being strangled by the throat, his eyes widened in horror.

Lan Yan woke up panting heavily, and opened her eyes.The temperature in the room was very high, like a steamer, and the wood was burning with a slight crackling sound. There were three layers of feather quilts on his body, which was airtight and so hot that he couldn't breathe.

Sally came up with a candlestick, "Wake up, how do you feel? Do you want some water?" He asked with concern.

Lan Yan opened her mouth, her throat felt as if it was about to burst into flames, so she could only nod her head with difficulty.

Sally quickly poured a glass of water from the thermos, carefully helped him up, and fed him to drink.

The dry throat finally felt better, Lan Yan glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "When did you come back, didn't you say you're going to sleep over there tonight?"

"You're sick and confused," Sally said. "It's the second night."

"is it?"

"The servant found out that you were sick this morning. It should be because you have been too tired recently and caught a cold."

"Really? I actually slept for so long."

"Did you have a nightmare just now? I heard you cry." Sally said.

Lan Yan frowned, he had a dream, and the feeling of shock in the dream still made him feel cold in retrospect, but he couldn't remember the specific content.But crying or something is a bit embarrassing, not to mention he doesn't remember crying. "No? Did you hear wrong?" He said seriously.

Sally scratched her hair suspiciously. "No? But I did hear it."

"Of course not, by the way, can you move the quilt away, I feel like I'm going to get angry."

"No, Brother Bulwery said you'd have to get three quilts until you're all right."

It has been drizzling outside for several days, and the housekeeper John Scott is very worried that Lan Yan's condition will worsen like this weather, but fortunately, Lan Yan will be fine within a few days after waking up Get up, but the body is still a little weak.

The stewards and persons in charge of the racecourse have all visited him and told him to rest well, and Sally also advised him not to rush to the racecourse every day.

After the weather cleared, he received an invitation from the Pope, saying that he wanted to discuss something with him.

Although Lan Yan didn't understand, he went happily. On the way, Noelle told him that some monks who went to support the epidemic area on the border had returned. According to their description, most of the people in Mudovala City were infected with the plague. Corpses littered the streets, stinking from being eaten by crows and rats.

And there is not much the monks can do, just say a few more prayers, because they have never seen this disease before, and there is no cure for it. They can only organize people to move the corpses outside the city and burn them. Infected and then died, the corpses could not be moved at all.

Listening to what he said, Lan Yan suddenly remembered the scene she saw in the border town of Lesumbra, Vujagil. Under the pale sun, the man who was reporting to the day manager in the courtyard covered his mouth with an old handkerchief Coughing, spewing blood trickling down his wheat-colored wrist.

"Since the plague has not been cured, why rush back?" Lan Yan asked suspiciously.

"I don't know about that, but Brother Swiddy fell ill as soon as he came back from listening to the book, and they were all worried whether he was also infected with the plague." Noelle Sen said.

People on the street are all wearing thick cotton padded clothes. Although the sun is hot, it can't provide them with much heat, and the cold is still with us.

"He came back from the epidemic area and fell ill again." Lan Yan murmured, looking at the bustling street, an ominous premonition emerged in her heart. "When did he come back?"

"A few days ago, I just fell ill yesterday, and it may be caused by overwork." Noelle said.

"Where do the returning monks live? Have they all returned to their churches?"

"No, they are all still waiting in the Gaoia Cathedral, because the Pope has said that they will be commended."

"Has the Pope seen them?" Lan Yan asked seriously.

"Should have seen it." Noelle said.

Lan Yan suddenly had cold hands and feet, and he asked again: "Do you know the symptoms of people infected with the plague?"

"Hmm." Noelle was stumped. "I really don't know, but I can go to the church to find out for you."