The young man in the huge castle is, of course, Zhuge Yun.

As he left the bar and flew out of town, he noticed something unusual on the way.

As in other towns with human settlements, there are some simple shacks for the homeless people, known as "pig cages".

It means that the people inside are like animals, and after today, there will be no tomorrow, and they don't know when, maybe they will disappear into the world.

There is also such a place in the town, which is crowded with homeless people.

It was a farm in the suburbs, and he was somewhat surprised to find several nobles.

On the way there, he saw a man lying on the side of the road, scrawny and trembling.

The frail homeless man, with great difficulty, stretched out an arm and begged for help on the side of the road.

However, passers-by and other scavengers in the vicinity turned a blind eye to it.

Because he was pale-skinned and his arms were covered with pinholes, he looked like a "poisonous bug".

Zhuge Yun's divine sense probed out, and the expression on his face was stunned, and he immediately realized what the livelihood on the farm was.

The farm's tin hut is stacked with feed for livestock and other miscellaneous farm tools, which from the outside looks unusual, but inside it is even more terrifying than hell.

Inside, there is a hidden passage under the floor that leads to the cellar.

In the depths of the cellar, there were also a dozen homeless men with infusion tubes in their arms.

At the moment, he was lying on the wooden bed, skinny, his eyes were glazed, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

The homeless man who fell on the side of the road apparently crawled out of this "hell".

I don't know how many years he has been in it, but Zhuge Yun knows that he is being held here and his blood is constantly being drawn.

Blood draws at least twice a week have left them weak, with healthy adults having 14 to 18 grams of heme per 100 millilitres of blood, compared to an average of 4 grams.

These people were forced to become "blood slaves" for their livelihood, and were deceived by the aristocratic slave owners who ran blood farms, just to make a few hungry money.

Pale skin wrinkled from dehydration retains its shape like clay when pinched.

Many people have been imprisoned in this underground "blood farm" for two or three years, and it is almost impossible to survive and get out of here.

When they are no longer useful, they are thrown out of town by the slave-owning aristocracy and left to fend for themselves.

These slave owners and aristocrats obviously have a huge demand for blood, and often get human "blood bags" from different channels, so what do they want to do with this blood?

Zhuge Yun was silent, but obviously wanted to know the answer.

He saw that the carts used by the nobles to transport the displaced people were guarded by thugs, and those people were clearly not ordinary people—they were deviant humans.

He continued to track the nobles' vehicles and saw them drive into a mansion in the area.

"Bang dang...... Bang Dang"

The huge iron gate slowly closed as the blood-carrying vehicle entered.

The guards at the door were also deviants, with knotted muscles under their pitch-black helmets, and they were all armed with guns and other weapons.

The heavily guarded mansion shows all the time that this place is not an ordinary place

A few noblewomen dressed in fine costumes chatted in the courtyard, and torches were lit around the lawn, but in the cold temperature, they were dressed only in light single clothes.

Zhuge Yun floated quietly above the roof, and his divine sense had already seen the situation inside the house.

An old man, blindfolded with a black cloth in the hall behind, was fixed in a "container" made of black metal, as if he were tied to an altar.

The floor of the hall was covered with a bright red carpet, and several seductive women gathered here to look at the old nobleman.

At the opening of the container, sharp iron spikes that look like vines are tightly bitten, and the tips of the iron thorns are finely carved with patterns, which looks quite special.

Two young women dressed in black and red, holding discs in their hands, stood aside with sealed blood bags.

From the luxurious sofa at the back of the hall stood a charming woman dressed in a red tulle off-the-shoulder dress with gold patterns on the corners of her dress, like a noblewoman in the Middle Ages.

Her face was round and sewitching, her long pale blonde hair hung down from her chest, and she wore a large snake-like hair ornament pinned to her head.

In the bewitching and cold black eyes, there was a touch of arrogance, blurry and seductive. The clothes on the body, the design of the front and back veil, so that the contours of the beautiful legs are fully displayed.

Under the dark shadow, the eyes instantly revealed a strange blood red.

She glanced at the black "container", in which the old nobleman was blinded and naked.

The face of the woman in red showed a look of disdain, as if she was very dissatisfied with this assignment and the nobles in the "container".

But this emotion was fleeting on her face, and she took a light step on her jade legs, and with a light touch of the scepter with the red gem in her hand, she touched the edge of the "container" to open the "container" entwined with vines.

She looked at the old nobleman's appearance, with his shriveled skin and disgusting veins, and gracefully bent down slightly to examine his carotid arteries.

The slender waist, which originally wanted to be lower, slowly straightened up, shook his head with some disdain, and pinched the old nobleman's withered hand with the sharp nail on his other hand.

She picked up a bag of blood from the plate held by another woman next to her, and quickly put it down again.

Then, with a sharp fingernail, a thin red mark immediately appeared on the old nobleman's arm, and she lowered her head, revealing two sharp canine teeth between her lips.

"Hmm-"

The old nobleman had a spasm all over his body, and when the bewitching woman bit him on the arm, his eyes opened sharply, but the knowledge he saw was pitch black, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

His body and face were pale, withered and shriveled from the drain of blood, and the heaving of his chest slowed down.

After a few moments, the woman looked up.

There were still two blood stains on his lips, looking at the fading pupils of the old nobleman, he turned to the two maids and said, "It's okay, let's transfuse blood, but not too fast." ”

She paused slightly, stared at the bag of blood, and said, "Next time I change the batch, this will be used first." ”

"Yes, Lady Avanna. The quality of the 'blood pack' here is really not good. ”

One of the maids carefully selected, picked up a thin needle from the tray, attached the catheter, and skillfully slammed it into the old nobleman's arm.

Under the effect of the energy of the "blood clan" containing special genes, the blood flowed rapidly along the ducts, and the dark face of the nobleman began to show signs of ruddyness.

Even the withered yellow hair began to slowly change and seemed to regain some shine.

As more and more plasma was pumped in, his chest began to rise and fall drastically, his shriveled skin gradually became rosy, and the breath of life was rekindled.

Zhuge Yun narrowed his eyes slightly from a high place, and he understood what these people were doing.

This is a story of a rich man who spends his life to survive, and a poor man who exchanges his life for money. In this day and age, on the fringes of the civilized world, blood farms are just a tiny microcosm of the many horrific deaths.

Human beings' hope and cherishment of life, and the escape and fear of death were originally normal, but now all this has become distorted and deformed.

The life of a rich man is extended at the expense of another poor man.

Is the so-called "endless life" actually operating in such a cycle, is this a blessing or a curse?

But no one knows whether this is the sorrow of life or the nature of human beings.

With the support of the two maids, the middle-aged man walked out of the open thick door with vigorous steps and came to the reception room.

"Alright, untie the black cloth from his face." A maid said in a cold voice.

After hearing the maid's order, the young servant immediately untied the black cloth on the middle-aged man's face, but his eyes could not leave his face for a moment.

"Oh God! It's amazing, host you, you look ......"

An old butler with gray hair walked up quickly, and the moment he saw his master, he couldn't help but marvel in amazement.

He had been waiting in the living room of the side room of the manor for a long time.

Although he knew that this time he was here, the elderly master would be rejuvenated through secret arts, but he still opened his mouth wide until he witnessed this shocking change with his own eyes.

He has been serving his master for a long time, and it can even be said that he has grown up with his master since he was a child. At this time, he was already dying, but the appearance of his master had returned to the prime of life in his memory.

"These people of the 'Secret Pattern Blood Blade' can indeed create miracles! It's a great feeling! ”

The middle-aged nobleman thumped his chest hard, and at the same time, his gaze fell on the clenched, powerful fist.

"Hehe—I just told you, right? Their secret skills are truly amazing! My dear. A noble lady in a long white dress came from outside the courtyard with a surprised face.

……

"Lord Shabastian, the Red Queen's messenger has arrived outside the town, and it is time for us to go." In the hall where the red carpet was laid just now, a black slender figure suddenly appeared in it, like a shadow that appeared out of thin air.

A bewitching woman in an off-the-shoulder gauze dress slowly stood up from the sofa, bowing down gracefully, and the snow-white skin on her chest shook so much that it was difficult to hold herself.

She slowly picked up a goblet filled with red liquid, tilted her neck and drank it dry.

"Hmm, they came so quickly? It looks like it's going to rain outside. ”

The woman, Avenna Shabastian, looked at the night sky outside the manor, dark clouds blocking most of the moonlight, shining on the snowy peaks in the distance.

Zhuge Yun floated in the air, motionless, witnessing everything that happened in the manor.

The moonlight occasionally shone through the clouds on his face, and he glanced at the white peaks.