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Wrapped in a soaked white coat, wearing ill-fitting clothes, and stepping barefoot on the wet and cool concrete floor, her goal was clear, the guinea pig.

Tightening her clothes, ignoring the dirt on her face, she walked slowly.

She came to the place where she had been a few times in her memory, and looked up at the door number tiredly: Kudo, the room was dim, and there seemed to be no one.

She pulled the door, couldn't open it, no, the weather was too cold, and she was very weak by the weather, she only felt that it was dark in front of her, and it was dark.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a place she had never seen before, it looked like a desert, with a few houses, and when she couldn't figure out the situation, she saw a group of people not far away.

A group of people with different hair colors of white or silver, and exceptionally red eyes. That...... It's a bunch of vampires!

She looked intently, and a distinctly tall, well-embraced man was looking ahead with a lifeless gaze. She looked at it, and the image in front of her shook her legs a little.

It was a horrible picture, with plainly dressed people of all sizes lying on the ground, covered in blood, some even having their bellies torn and others beheaded. She didn't smell blood, but she felt like she was surrounded by blood, which was terrifying.

A boy who resembled a vampire standing on the sidelines knelt there, unable to see the expression on his face. It was a boy of eight or nine years old, and he was covered in blood, and blood was still dripping from his fingernails.

That...... Yes, she felt that she knew the boy, he was very familiar, and she already had the answer in her heart, but she was very unsure, but in the current situation, this tragic situation ...... It was the boy who caused it.

"Well done." The tall man's voice was also terrifying, and he said coldly to the boy who was kneeling on the ground.

The group of vampires standing next to the man had very different expressions, some sneered with disdain, some looked very unbearable, and some female vampires directly turned their heads away from looking, but none of them stepped forward to help the boy.

The boy who heard the voice didn't react, and she wanted to get closer.

So the picture suddenly zoomed in, and she saw the expression on the boy's face, those red eyes did not blink, looking at the tragic situation caused by herself around him, his expression was full of sadness and regret, and even a trace of madness.

Her heart suddenly ached, and she wanted to touch the boy's cheek.

"You killed them all, and their blood is yours." The man said another sentence coldly, and the boy who heard this sentence finally couldn't help it, stood up and rushed towards the man.

The man was indifferent, and the vampires around him were surprised, but no one intervened.

Just as the boy's hand was about to insert into the man's body, the man moved, and with a merciless wave of the same sharp nails, the powerful force pushed the boy directly ten meters away.

The man looked coldly at the boy who fell to the ground, the boy's disobedient behavior made him a little annoyed, walked up to the boy, looked at him for a long time, and the boy also stared at the man, probably knowing that his strength was not good, and did not riot again.

The man frowned, "Asamai, I'll give you a chance to drain their blood." Hearing the man's words, a disdainful smile appeared on Asamai's immature face.

"Father, kill me."

The man sighed softly, "It's your own decision. With a few words, he turned and walked away, and the vampires who followed him looked back at Assame, and some of them wanted to say something, but they didn't speak, and they shook their heads and left with the man.

In the small village in the desert, there is no life, there are corpses everywhere, and the only one who is alive is the boy Assame, who was abandoned by his father.

The pain in her heart did not decrease in the slightest, but increased dramatically, and she tried to go up and talk to the boy, but found that she could not do anything. Asami moved, clutching his father's badly wounded place, got up, and walked slowly towards the humans.

She just watched Assame, digging one pit after another with her own hands, and burying the humans she had killed. The hands, which had been murderous weapons, were bloodied and dirt sunk into her nails, and she watched intently.

At that moment, the boy glanced back at her.

Suddenly awake, she opened her eyes, and the harsh light forced her to half-squint and frown.

With a squeak, the door opened, and an old man in a white coat walked in with a basin of water, and the old man was very happy to see her awake.

"You're awake, you've fainted next to my house. How's that, is there anything uncomfortable? She shook her head, clutching her head and thinking.

Is this a dream? ’