The man died before he could even wail. The first successful kill amazed me at how fast and powerful I was.

The man's blood flowed down my arm, and for some reason, I liked the smell of blood so much that I couldn't even control my desire to lick the blood that remained on my hand.

If I had before, I would have been scared to see bloodshed. And now, as if I had fallen into an evil spirit, I was frantically licking the blood from my hands. When I finished licking the blood from my hands, I couldn't help but crawl on the ground and suck the blood of the dead man. I don't know how long I sucked it, and finally, until I couldn't suck a single speck of blood out of that person.

Later, my consciousness slowly cleared up a bit. I looked at the corpse on the ground and saw that it had become a dried corpse, dead like the four men I had seen in the woods. I don't know what I'm up to, I feel like I've become a blood-sucking monster.

Just then, the gang of robbers found me and the bodies of their accomplices lying on the ground. They were also frightened by the sight and looked at me with some fear. I knew I had to kill this group quickly, and I couldn't leave a single one alive. Otherwise, the devil knows if they have other accomplices.

Thinking of this, I flashed into them one by one, without the slightest mercy, killing them. Although this was the first time I had killed someone, I had no mercy on them, because it was their deserved retribution.

In the dark, I walked among them like a ghost, and enjoyed the killing. The blood of the robbers splashed on my face, and the smell made me deeply obsessed.

I couldn't hold back my desire and kept sucking their blood. By sucking their blood, I could feel my body's strength growing. Later, I found that I could no longer absorb the aura of the outside world, and could only increase my strength by sucking blood.

Due to the constraints of moral consciousness, I tried to suppress this bloodthirsty hobby of myself and stopped sucking blood.

However, as time went on, I felt that the blood in my body was warming up little by little. The burning sensation was very painful and could only be relieved by devouring blood.

By my own strength, I killed all the bandits and drained them of all their blood. Seeing a withered corpse on the ground, I was afraid that everyone would think of me as a blood-sucking monster. So, before I let them out, I burned the robbers to ashes with a fire.

Later, I rescued the remaining villagers. When everyone asked me about the whereabouts of those robbers, I didn't dare to tell the truth, but just told them that they were all killed by a master of cultivation, and the master left without saying anything.

The villagers still believed what I said, because my original cultivation was very low, and those bandits could kill me by any person. In the end, the village elders also bowed several times in the direction where the master had left.

Next, everyone's task is to rebuild their homes and bury their compatriots who have been killed. Some of them wanted to move out of here again, but they were afraid of encountering such robbers again, and they repeatedly asked me if the master had really killed the bandits. After receiving my affirmative answer, everyone decided not to do the migration for the time being. After all, there is no guarantee of absolute safety anywhere, and there is that everyone already has feelings here and is reluctant to leave.

Eventually, the elders decided to dig an underground space in a hidden part of the village so that they could have a place to hide in case of danger in the future.

In this way, we secretly dug underground space underneath the village while repairing the village. I thought that was the end of the matter, and that I would be able to return to my old peace.

However, slowly I realized that something seemed to be wrong with my body.

At first, I felt like I had no strength in my body, and I thought I was sick. However, I didn't notice any signs of illness. I think it may be that I eat less.

After a while, I noticed that my sense of taste seemed to be gone. Every time I eat, I don't have the slightest appetite.

In this way, my body became weaker and weaker. Finally, one day, I fainted. The elders in the village who knew how to treat me came to see me, but they couldn't check what I was sick with, so they could only tell me to eat more good food to replenish my body.

In the evening, my mother carefully stewed a pot of chicken soup for me. However, looking at the fragrant chicken soup, I didn't have a bit of an appetite. In order not to worry my mother, I barely ate a little, but I didn't taste the taste of the chicken soup at all.

After barely drinking a bowl, I told my mother that I was much better, don't worry about me, and get some sleep and be fine.

By the middle of the night, I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep. So, I quietly got up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I tiptoed to the kitchen, and I didn't know what I was eating right now to give me the strength to eat.

At this time, I smelled a smell that was particularly attractive to me. Following the source of the smell, I sniffed it and looked it up, and found that it was a bowl of raw chicken blood.

This bowl of chicken blood should have been the blood that the mother put when she killed the chicken, and it didn't have time to drop it yet. I picked up the bowl of chicken blood that made me salivate, smelled the aroma of chicken blood, and couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation of chicken blood. So, I gulped down the bowl of chicken blood into my mouth.

Chicken blood tastes much worse than the human blood I drank before. But, at least I felt some strength regain after I finished drinking. Just as I was drinking chicken blood, I don't know when my sister appeared at the kitchen door and called me. She asked me what I was doing, if I was hungry.

At that time, I was so focused on drinking chicken blood that I didn't even notice my sister's arrival. I didn't dare to turn around and reply to her, for fear that she would see me like this, with a mouth full of chicken blood. So, I could only stammer and reply that I was a little hungry, so I came to the kitchen to find something to eat and told her not to worry about it.

At the time, I was afraid that she would come in and see me like that, but luckily she didn't come into the kitchen. The next day I was like a good person, and I was able to help the village again.

The underground space we dug actually happened to use an underground cave, and later we found a blue water spirit snake there, and only then did we understand why there was such a strong aura in that ancient well.

The blue water spirit snake itself has the function of gathering aura, and the blue water spirit snake has a gentle personality and generally does not take the initiative to attack humans. Everyone thought that this was a gift from God, so we carefully placed the blue water spirit snake.