murder poppy

Lyons has had many dreams.Vampires spy on human desires, whether it is good or evil, they can easily destroy a person after being magnified countless times and losing their rationality.

The crackling sound of the flames burning the wood rang in my ears, coming from afar and stagnating nearby.

Around him was the smell of mud, the wetness of rain and dew, and the noise of noise.The hunters stood vigil around the bonfire, telling nasty jokes, and missing their loved ones in their hometown.

Not a manor in flames, nor a battlefield in slaughter.The beginning of this dream seemed calm and serene.

"Hey, Lyons, you look so thin and tender, what kind of battle are you following out to fight, did you bring the goat milk cooked by the maid at home!"

The hollow of the leg was kicked lightly and heavily, and Lioness opened his eyes, glanced at the middle-aged man with a beard and a mocking face, and moved to the side.

The target of the joke was pretending to be cold, and the man who couldn't do anything about the brat rolled his eyes and threw a water bag over him.

Lyons caught the water sac that flew like a hidden weapon, his palms were numb from the strong force, and his wrists were sore for a few seconds.

Lyons held the water bag in his hand, bowed his head and was speechless.

The palm holding the water bag has broad bones, but it is a flower shelf covered with skin, with protruding blood vessels and bones, and the skin is pale, looking like a refugee.

Lyons stared at these hands for a long while before he realized how weak his body was, and there was a tingling sensation in his left abdomen, arms and calf heels.

The hunters around him were the same, most of them were wounded, and there was plenty of water and food, but there was a trace of despair hidden in the happy atmosphere.Fire clouds billowed from the sky, like rising flames, restless.

The bearded one is the most active one here, standing by the material, distributing food and water, and singing a few words from time to time.The rhyme of the lyrics is correct and the meaning is profound. It talks about men's battlefields and women's femininity, which is not a song for rural folks.

Lions finally remembered something in the singing.

This was his former boss, whose name was engraved on the tombstone in the deep forest of the North District. A huge stone cross stood on a small mound, with an old harmonica and a blackened silver dagger buried underneath.

Lioness wasn't too impressed with Beard, because shortly after he entered Bloodhunt, the man with his lover's child died in the war, and Lioness fought him before the attack came.

The reason for the fight was that the beard asked him if he had brought the goat milk prepared at home.

Lyons touched the water bladder, regretting that he thought this was a wonderful dream.

Lyons never talked about family. He had a lot of money and land to his name, but he didn't have a real home.

His father, the vampire whose name has been forgotten, raised him as an immortal white rat.His father is as elegant and noble as all nobles, he likes to eat fresh human necks, likes white lisianthus, and kisses Lyons' mother who died in the sea of ​​fire every day in the bedroom.

Bloodlines have a natural desire to perform, and the more his father shows his love for his mother, the colder Lyons becomes.He woke up every night, dreaming that his father bit off his mother's neck, and the woman with soft long hair and beautiful eyes stared at him and told him to take revenge.

His mother engraved her will in his mind before she died, and he was born as a carrier of the curse, and learned hypocrisy and cruelty in day after day of nightmares.

There are countless books in his father's house, which are strange and strange. During his free time, Lioness went into the library to find information about his blood.When his father found him in the dark attic for the first time, those blood-red eyes with a smile fell on him, as happy as seeing a mutated experimental subject.

"Maybe I can become a wizard in the future," my father joked, and gave him one day a week to go into the attic.

Lyons experiences near-death feelings every once in a while.Hunger, excessive blood loss, and illness, if he didn't survive once, the smile on his father's face would lose even one point.

The dream wandered along with Lioness' thoughts, and the forgotten past broke through the dusty black box, rushing up.

He learned how to make weapons and draw formations in the attic, trapped the vampire in the formation on his tenth birthday, and stabbed the vampire's chest with a rough silver dagger.His father grinned at him as the cross-shaped stake pierced the heart and said, "Your mother's family curse, it works."

Lyons has no concept of family, and he can only recall two fires about his parents.One was written by his father, ruining the present he had not met, and the other was ignited by himself, and the flames engulfed his ferocious father.

Lyons' childhood consisted of vengeance and killing, and on the day the mission ended, great confusion was pressed down like a dome.It was the war between the vampires and humans that saved him.

The fiery clouds in the sky finally diffused, and Lioness did nothing while holding the water bag.

From time to time, a spark burst out from the middle of the bonfire, splashing down on the feet, urging the group of ignorant humans to flee.

"Ah—" A short and subtle exclamation sounded, and the keen hunters suddenly became agitated, but faster than them were the vampires, with ghostly figures and sharp claws, shuttling through the crowd, cutting off one jump after another. throat.

The killing was carried out almost silently. Beard was the only hunter who left a wound on the vampire. The tall, thin monster with sunken eyes stared at him in surprise. On the shoulders leisurely away.

Lyons was still holding the kettle, his body was spattered with blood.

There was anger in his chest, all he knew about vampires.

The curse on her father is the present dying wish, the end of her life and the beginning of Lyons' life.

The blood race is cunning and despicable, arrogant and complacent, and the blood feud accumulated between the races makes Lyons feel happy every time he wields the dagger.

Lyons wiped the blood flowing from his face with his loose clothes, threw the water bag down, and clean drinking water flowed out from the spout, diluting a small piece of thick blood.

This raid on the blood clan was a complete victory, and only him and one other member of the hunter team survived.Because after a fight with the bearded man, he went into the deep forest alone, the bearded beard scolded him in the dark, and finally found his most gentle and experienced partner to follow him.

That partner, the name is Nord.

Lyons pressed his chest, this turbulent emotion was far away from him for too long.Any emotion will be used by the vampire as a brick to break through the psychological defense line, so a qualified hunter must learn to control and channel it.

In this regard, Lions is the best, Nord once seriously asked him "Is Lions dead".Lyons thought about it carefully, and replied "half dead".

Maybe they are all dead.

But since he can speak, it is better than lying in a coffin, and his lifespan is an unknown length.

Lyons waited on the spot for a long time, until the coffin rustled in the distance, and the rough and weak panting nails were wedged into his ears.

The human body rubbed against the grass blades and soil, and the wet and muddy sound was entangled like a sticky net. Reins felt the anger and fear rising in his chest. It was an unforgivable dragon.

"I don't really want to see you," Lyons said softly, his fingers on the dagger hanging on his waist, "but I will kill you."

The rustling sound paused for a moment, then approached urgently.

Lyons clenched the dagger tightly, the skin was stained with blood, the bones were poked between the skin and flesh, and the blue-gray blood vessels protruded and tightened.He was nervous, nervous about what he would see.

The sound stopped, the warm blood was stained with mud, and the ragged throat was panting and wandering against the ears.

"Kill me...Lines."

Lyons turned around with a gloomy expression on his face.

On the "carpet" paved with blood, a strange "thing" spread out, looking at him expectantly.His body was naked, wounds of various shapes were distributed on every part of his skin, his arms and calves were distorted, half of his eyes were closed, and there was nothing in the eye sockets.

The plain silver dagger in his hand was almost crushed, and the emotions that Lioness had calmed down for a long time burst out, his weakened cheeks were strangely red, and his pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Hatred will never let go, even if you are willing to escape as a coward, you will be questioned and condemned at midnight.

"I don't blame you..." "His" throat was burnt, with ugly scars. No one thought that this ugly and deformed throat could sing the most artistic tunes of nobles.

Lyons couldn't find a beard on "his" face, only one desperate but gentle eyeball stared at him, looking at him, silently lingering at him like a knife.

"Sir." Lioness raised the dagger and put it close to "his" neck, "God bless you."

Hot blood poured onto the palm of his hand, and Lioness held the dagger in a daze. He underestimated the power of memory. When the bearded man closed his eyes and said "survive" to him with his lips, he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.

After he escaped the killing, he lived with Nord in the deep forest for half a month. On the night they were about to leave the forest, they slept outside a secret wooden house. In order not to cause trouble to ordinary people, they did not knock on the door.

The moon was big and round that night, illuminating the leaves so brightly that he and Nord could clearly see the bearded man crawling out of the cabin with his twisted limbs and blood.

In half a month, that resolute, kind and somewhat awkward hunter disappeared, leaving behind a pool of "rotten meat" that yearns for death.

It was Lyons who killed the beard that night. Nord sat in the bushes facing the wooden house all night, and finally walked out of the deep forest with his partner's body on his back, and buried him with a fire before entering the city.

As far as the vampire is concerned, he just encountered an interesting toy, a consumable to pass the time.But in a villa in the northern district, the cries of women and children lasted for two days and two nights.

Lyons walked towards the deep forest with a beard on his back. He overlapped with his thin body. He just wanted to send the man on his back out of here and light a fire to let him rest in peace.

The bushes grew thicker and thicker, rising from the ankles to the calf, covering the hunter who was struggling to walk.Dense vines and weeds covered the field of vision, and the leaves revealing light in the gaps became broad and thick, and the gloomy and damp enveloped every trace of air.

Lyons frowned, the weight on his back became lighter and lighter, and the sticky feeling gradually disappeared. When he looked back, there was only a dark green leaf floating down from behind, and a towering old castle appeared in front of his eyes.

"Meow!"

A shrill cat cry pierced the sky, arousing swarms of bats, who walked towards him with elegant and disdainful steps, their pupils erected to look warily at the uninvited guest.

Reins's mind was in chaos, and finally he caught the figure of Juan Er in the vast sea of ​​consciousness, and the curse mark on the back of his hand became a little clearer.

"mass?"

There is a black and red knot around the neck with curled ears, and the dignified sitting posture with the black and red cloak and the stand collar stretched out on both sides, has the posture of a blood noble.

Juan Er was indifferent to Liones' call, but "Noble"'s tail swayed slightly behind him, as if he was quite satisfied.

Instinct brought killing intent and hatred, Lions froze in place, having a premonition worse than seeing the beard.