murder poppy

There is no clear dividing line between the dense forest and the forbidden area, but all creatures can rely on instinct to smell the danger in this area.

The giant trees in the deep forest cover the sky and the sun, and the overgrown plants are enveloped in the cloudy air.Andre has not returned to this land where he was supposed to live for a long time.After moving to the old castle, only when needed would he stand behind an unclear boundary and meet Vijorel occasionally.

The blood clan was more active than before, and the hermit families rushed to this grand funeral one after another because they smelled "food" after the king's death.

"Prince." The blood servant who was in charge of welcoming guests saluted Andre, "His Majesty Vitjorel has kept the prince's residence for you, but he neglected to clean it. You..."

The blood servant's Adam's apple floated up and down, restraining the tension below the throat.

Andre glanced at him and walked forward: "Just live there."

The blood servant breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried forward to lead the way for Andre.

There are familiar smells all around, old friends, enemies, and villains who once flattered him.The mixed and deserted smell of the forbidden land is less warm than the dense forest, but Andre feels the comfort transmitted from the bones to the brain.

Here is where he should live.

Even though I have lived in the castle for so long and have had so much contact with human beings, once I return to my real hometown, the sense of belonging hidden in my blood will start to wreak havoc.

Andre pushed open the dust-covered door, the old residence remained unchanged from when he left, and every dust fell where it should fall.As the Blood Slave said, no creature in Vijorel has ever set foot here.

"Wait." Andre called to the blood servant who wanted to escape, "I want to ask you something, who announced the news of His Majesty's death?"

The blood servant trembled and heaved a sigh of relief, as if he was glad that he was only asked a question.He looked around and whispered, "It's Elder Gavin."

"What about the remains?"

"Your Majesty's status is noble, how can we lower blood race see it." The blood servant thought for a while and said, "Because of hiding from the world, all major families are active in their own manors or residences, and only the elders often accompany the blood emperor." Your Excellency. It was after Elder Gavin sent out the invitation letter that the Patriarchs gathered together."

Andre stared into the blood servant's eyes to make sure he wasn't lying: "Have you heard anyone mention the name Waldron?"

The blood servant shook his head in confusion.

The sun sets in the evening, and the forbidden land without sunlight ushers in a cold and humid "night", and the blood races also gather at this time.

Elder Gavin refused to show up for a long time, and Andre secretly looked at every Patriarch attending the meeting, recalling their names.

The red wine and piano music gradually became boring. At the critical point where the chatter turned into complaints, the dull and melodious footsteps passed through the noisy voices and fell on the ears of every blood race.

The vampires, whose noses are better than ears, clenched the wine glasses in their hands and looked at the gate of the synagogue together.

What came into their nostrils earlier than the sound of footsteps was a smell of dust from the cemetery and mixed with ashes.This smell belongs to a vampire that is colder than rain and darker than a cellar.It is engraved in the memory of the blood race, making people fearful and trembling.

Andre closed his eyes, and instinctively hid himself in the crowd, letting the scents of other blood races cover him.He is more familiar with this smell than anyone present, the monster that has accompanied him for hundreds of years, pierced his neck, and brought him eternal life.

"I didn't expect to reunite after a long absence, but to attend my child's funeral first." High boots stepped on the moonlight and invaded the auditorium. The man's voice resounded like a cello in the hall, and the blood clans retreated one after another, leaving room for the real blood clan nobles. got the position.

This is oppression from blood and strength. Compared with reverence, what fills the air is fear and tension.

"Wal... Deren."

A vampire in the crowd murmured his name, like a signal, a pair of red candles lit up in the dark hall, and all vampires gave up hiding, showing the most essential and dangerous form.

This is the fear of the first-generation blood race.

Elder Gavin arrived late, Gavin did not show any surprise at Waldron's appearance.Avoiding Waldron's gaze, he announced Vecjorel's death with caution and embarrassment, politely but obstinately refusing all requests to see the body.

"This is Your Majesty's token." Gavin took out a well-maintained men's ring. There were splashes of blood scattered around the men's ring, like a curse coagulating on it. "Maintain the enchantment and blood supply of the forbidden area." , His Majesty Vijorel's body has been exhausted, and it is His Majesty's long-cherished wish to leave quietly."

"After the funeral, the new blood emperor will be voted by the parliament. May my king rest forever." Gavin put the ring on the gorgeous shelf, cut open his palm, blood dripped on the carpet, and then bent down heavily bow.

The Patriarchs present followed suit and saw off the king of the blood clan.

The blood shed seemed to know who they were born to mourn, and the blood of the masters melted into the men's ring, and then disappeared.

Andre hid in the corner of the hall, neither saluting nor offering blood to his dead old friend.He just stared at Waldron who was standing in the front without moving.

Waldron stared at the men's ring, gray half-length hair covering his eyes.Andre didn't know what he was thinking, but he could be sure that Waldron, who came to attend his "children", did not send any blessings to the dead.

The mourning meeting among the nobles ended quickly, and the blood clan left quickly after gathering for a short time.They are not herd creatures, territoriality only invites war.Andre left the venue among the departing nobles.In the room used to mourn the dead king, there is only one loyal elder and an uninvited "guest".

The decoration of the old residence is roughly similar to that of the old castle. Andre lit the candle and opened the round window.Quickly caught the "mouse" that had entered the house.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, Dai Zhu."

The bat kicked its claws, and its wings rattled.Although it is a habit of bats to sleep upside down, it is inevitable that they will feel uncomfortable after being a human for too long.

"Don't get excited, Andre, why are the blood races so irritable once?" Dai Zhu broke free from his palm and changed back to his original form before landing.

"what happened."

"The invitation was indeed sent by Waldron. As you can see, death did not cause any damage to him. Neither the head of the family nor the elders, nor even Vijorel, are his opponents. For him, the blood race, Easy to get."

Andre turned his head and closed the round window again: "Waldron has never needed a race. If his goal was a blood race, he would not be in the tomb."

Dai Zhu was noncommittal about this. If Waldron didn't want to die wholeheartedly, it wouldn't be Vijorel's turn to be the blood emperor.

"I don't know most of the family heads who participated in the mourning. Is the life of the blood race so fragile?" Andre sighed lightly, then looked at Dai Zhu, "Are you Waldron's new dog, or are you a Tibetan dog?" A wolf with a dagger ready to kill."

"Don't describe me as such a vicious animal." Dai Zhu spread his hands and replied dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you notice that there are too many new faces here."

Dai Zhu and Andre are heterogeneous in the blood clan.Although they are not herd animals, the blood clans still live in the forbidden area, each has its own territory, and there are also close and distant relationships between families.Andre was familiar with several big families who assisted Vijorel to ascend the throne, but he did not accept even a word of greeting or ridicule in today's condolences.

"It is reasonable to say that something happened to the Blood Emperor, and it is impossible for Adrian and Cole to remain silent." Dai Zhu sighed, "For a sincere monarch, dying with the king is the right thing to do."

"If they die so easily, the blood emperor of Vijorel won't be able to sit for so long." Andre looked away from the window, his nose and nerves were stimulated intuition, and he walked towards the door, "Dai Zhu, Who did you bring?"

"Boom-thump-"

There was a soft knock on the door.Even through the walls, the familiar smell will penetrate into the house along any gap, driving away all the breath of freedom and relaxation.

Dai Zhu pushed open the round window and flew out in the form of a bat. The little bat was like a hamster fleeing for its life. After finally squeezing its body out, it turned around and desperately locked the "escape" passage.

The room smelled of another blood clan, and it was strangely compatible with the owner's smell.Tuosheng and other people's aura actively avoided, guarding against things that gave it "life".

Andre's hand pushing the door trembled uncontrollably, even though his emotions were as calm as stagnant water, the resonance of the source still affected his body.

"Come to catch up with my 'kids'. It seems that I am not very popular."

Nothing changed in Waldron's appearance.Ruoyou's smiling face was exactly the same as when the silver dagger pierced his heart.

This man is a complete lunatic.

Unlike the poor imitators, Derek is crazy because of obsession, Waldron is crazy because of boredom.

A vampire who likes nothing but destroys everything and calls it entertainment.

"Long time no see. It smells like you're a vegetarian now, Andre." Waldron stepped into someone else's territory leisurely, speaking casually as if reminiscing about old friends.But Andre clearly felt the scrutiny locked on him.

Like a craftsman inspects a work of art, a hunter inspects a shotgun.

Andre restrained his breath, and the silent blood instinct continued to resist, telling him that only in this way could he resist the hungry wolf in front of him.

"Avoiding desire is something a fool would do. I remember that you would not have made such a mistake a long time ago, Andre." Waldron looked at Andre and told him,

——You did it wrong.

- You need to correct.

Just like an instruction, it is implanted into the bone marrow from newborn, and spreads every blood vessel as it grows.

Andre clearly felt the desire to be excited.Fathers are to bloodlines what diamonds are to crows.

Waldron is close to Andre, just like human parents take care of their children.The same cold body temperature made Andre feel happy.

This is his kind.

Waldron stroked Andre's hair and pressed him between his necks: "We have failed, Andre. Death is also a boring thing. After the body dies, the spirit is alive. What is left for the vampires?" Liberation and the end, only endless curses remain."

There was no sound of blood flowing in Waldron's neck.His body was a still corpse, but he was still walking.

The seductive breath penetrated into the nasal cavity and spread to every organ thirsty for blood.

Waldron knew Andre so well that his body remained unchanged and his eyes were still like a pool of death. Waldron still sensed the nature of the vampire who was easily provoked.

Feeling the fangs piercing the skin, Waldron muttered like a judge: "Eternal life is a sin, eating is a sin, violating instinct is a sin, and refusing to kill is also a sin. The blood race is a cursed race that will never be forgiven." .”

"Is this the answer that death gave you?"

The faint smell of blood stopped at the tip of his nose.Andre drew out his dagger and slashed at Waldron. Before the tip of the knife touched the opponent's clothes, the people around him had already avoided it.

Waldron touched his neck, where there were only two small blood holes.

"It seems that my 'child' does not welcome me."

"What is the purpose of crawling back from hell?"

Waldron's eyes lingered on the dagger in Andre's hand for a moment, then turned and opened the door, "I don't know."

The author says:

Adrian and Cole, you can look back at the two vampires who stayed with Vijorel in Chapter 101.

Hint, one voice is deep and the other voice is frivolous.

Guess whose name they are?