Summer 1503, Kingdom of Hungary, Transylvania, on the outskirts of Alba Iulia. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With green fields, hills, and endless wheat fields, this is the quintessential Eastern European countryside, isolated and far from the hustle and bustle. The green fields meet the sky, and three or two families sit on the fields, and the smoke rises, and everything is silent, just like a painting.

On the edge of the wheat field stands a grand mansion in the Gothic style, with a high spire, straight facades, slender pillars, and beautiful windows, more like a castle than a mansion. This big house must have been the bureau of the local squire. The life of the owner of this big house must be a jade plate and gold bottles, BMW carved cars, and it is extremely luxurious.

However, things are not always as rosy as they seem. Passing mallards would not eat the grain in the wheat field, and wild dogs would bark at the mansion because the smell of blood had overflowed.

Beneath the marble floor of the house lies a dark dungeon, which houses the "collections" and "toys" that the owner has collected from all over the world, as well as the "death row prisoners" who dare to resist him.

On the floor of one of the cells lay a young girl, ragged and bruised - it was clear that she was one of the "toys" too.

Remilia was running out of steam. After being sold here, she became a tool for those so-called "nobles" to vent, and she was tortured all the time. The tears had dried up, and her throat had burst out, but it was all meaningless, as a human being, she couldn't fight those "monsters" no matter what.

So she had to wait for death, and death was the only way to escape from here. Only death can bring her true liberation.

But Remilia didn't want to die yet, and she couldn't just die until she found her sister.

"Fran...... Where are you......" She gasped laboriously, a hoarse voice in her dry throat.

Her sister, Flandrew, was still out there, alive and waiting for her. Even if she had one breath left, Remilia had to hold on until the time she was reunited with her sister. Although the chances were slim, she had no reason to give up.

"Hah, little girl!" came the same hoarse voice from the cell next door, "I thought you would worship gods and Buddhas or something!"

Remilia struggled to her feet, leaned on the iron railing, and took a few closer glances at the man next to her.

It was a mummy-like "man" with nothing but skin and bones left in his body, but he was still tied into a rice dumpling by a thumb-thick chain, as if he was afraid that he would break free from the shackles with his bony hands. His hair was messy, his skin was shriveled, and he looked like a zombie, except for a pair of sunken eyes that were still bright and exuding the breath of the living.

In the past, such a sight would have given Remilia nightmares, but now, she had no strength to be frightened. There was only one question on her mind:

"Why is this man still alive?"

"Hey, girl, don't look at me like that!" the man seemed a little unhappy with Remilia's gaze, "I was very handsome before I came here!". ”

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Hearing this, Remilia quickly looked away.

"Forget it, tell me, what's your name?"

"Remilia. ”

"What's the last name?"

"There is no surname. ”

"Where's your mom and dad?"

"No...... Mom and Dad......"

"Ha......" The man let out a long sigh and said, "Another war orphan? You are also quite unlucky, you have died of your father and mother, and you have fallen into this situation." ”

"So there is a saying in my hometown, 'I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world'. ”

Remilia bowed her head, speechless.

Since she was born, she has been trying to be a good child, sharing housework, taking care of her younger sister, and trying not to worry about her parents. However, how could she have predicted the sudden rise of beacon fires, the destruction of families, and all kinds of disasters?

All this is because of bad fate, because of bad luck, everything has been decided by "fate". In the face of fate, she didn't even have a chance to resist.

"What about you?" Remilia asked, recovering from her senses, "What's your name?"

"Huh?" the other party seemed to be very dissatisfied, "You don't even know Lao Tzu's name?

"Tell you, Lao Tzu's name is Nalan Twilight, he loves to kill people, and his specialty is to eliminate demons. In the Underworld, they all call me 'Crimson Demon' because I always splatter blood when I kill people. ”

"Crimson...... Demon...... Isn't it amazing?" asked Remilia, tilting her head.

She couldn't imagine that the skeleton in front of her could still be majestic.

"Of course it's amazing!" Nalan Twilight's voice was hoarse, but it was very powerful, "Before I came here, I killed twenty attendants and killed one lord by myself. That old boy in Tepez is probably going to be angry, haha!"

He chuckled dryly, then continued, "Unfortunately, two fists are no match for four hands, so you see, I'm locked up here now." ”

"Remilia," he said with a smile suddenly, "Now I'll ask you a few questions, and you'll answer them truthfully." ”

"Just ask. ”

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid. Remilia shook her head and replied.

"So, do you want to die?"

"I don't want to. ”

"No, yes, who wants to die?" Nalan Twilight looked into Remilia's eyes and said, "To tell you the truth, I don't want to die either." I have an enemy, and if I die before I kill her, won't I be a joke?"

"But, there is no way, you and I will be reduced to prisoners, and then we will be cut off by someone, this is fate. ”

Fate, fate, fate, everything is fate! In this era, if anyone dares to say that they can control their own fate, it will definitely make others laugh and lose their big teeth. From the emperors and generals to the common people, no one's fate is in his own hands, everyone is just mud and sand on the riverbed, and they can only go with the flow.

Remilia gritted her teeth. Before it bloomed, it withered, and she hated this unreasonable fate.

"Girl, if I tell you......" Nalan Hao's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, and he poured out this sentence with all his might: "What if I say that I have a way to change my fate?"

"What's that method?" asked Remilia.

For some reason, she chose to believe the person in front of her, as if he could conjure a pair of wings and take her out. However, apart from this dried corpse of unknown origin, she doesn't seem to have anyone else to rely on.

"Before coming here, they were afraid that I would run away and drain my blood, but they made a small mistake. ”

"There's still a little bit of blood left in my bones. ”

"What's the use?" Remilia wondered.

It's amazing that the blood has been drained and not yet dead, but what's the point? What's the use of even a little bit of blood left?

"You don't understand this, blood is the source of our strength, although this little blood can't give me much strength, but what if it is put on you......"

"Tell me, girl," Nalan asked, "Do you want revenge on those who killed your parents, those who abducted and sold you, and those who abused you upstairs?"

"Yes!" replied Remilia without thinking.

"So, what price are you willing to pay to gain the power to take revenge?"

"Everything. With that, Remilia added, "Everything except my sister." ”

"Everything about you as a human?"

"Hmm!"

"Good. Nalan Xuan squeezed a twisted smile into his shriveled face, "I can help you." ”

Tiny beads of blood began to ooze from his pale skin. At first, Remilia thought she was dazzled. But when the blood beads gradually converged into a sphere, she could no longer take her eyes off.

The orb, made of blood, slowly floated up and floated in front of Remilia. The orb emitted a shimmer of light that shimmered and dimmed, as if it were alive.

"That's it. Nalan Twilight's voice was much quieter than just now, and it sounded like she was about to die, "That's all I have left, I'll give it to you." ”

"Drink it, and you will gain power, the power that you have in exchange for everything. ”

Remilia carefully took the orb and held it in both hands, lest it shatter. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked the crimson juice until the last drop flowed into her.

"Uh...... Woo......"

She clutched her chest and fell to her knees, in pain. Her face was red and white, and beads of sweat the size of beans ran down her cheeks and dripped to the ground.

"Good...... Hot...... It's so hot......"

It's hot, that's how she feels at this time. At this moment, the blood in her whole body turned into hot oil, boiling in her veins.

"Bear with me, when you are just 'born', no one feels good. ”

"Uh-uh...... Ahh

Unable to stand it any longer, Remilia craned her neck and let out a heart-rending howl.

It's like the first cry of a newborn.