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The precious bloodline that he had dreamed of all these years! he could finally have it!

I can't remember how many years ago, he once killed the woman he loved in order to get that key bloodline. But when he defeated his weak best friend with those bloods, he could conduct blood research recklessly, although everything went well at first, and he became stronger and stronger, but in the end, it was difficult to break through again because the blood resources of Mo Village were too scarce.

Although there is a lot of blood in the whole village, most of them are inferior blood, and there is no bloodline, and even the blood in the blood of his former leader and best friend is not so pure.

After all, this has become a point that has not been able to break through, but before the power of blood is re-excavated, what is even more damning is that he did not expect that the legacy left by his ancestors will be fulfilled: using too many reluctant people to conduct blood research will lead to disaster. A temporarily invincible force trapped him in the mansion, making it impossible to leave the village in search of good blood.

He even thought that he was going to hold his life's pursuit like this, and finally die in this prison-like mansion with a group of monsters. One night, a man suddenly broke into the house and found him.

At first, the intruder didn't interest him much, perhaps because he hadn't seen a living person in a long time. As soon as he came up, he did not directly use force to kill him, but entertained this guest from afar with hypocritical lies. Anyway, there is no shortage of blood on hand.

The guest asked a lot of questions, but each time he seemed convinced of his answers, and the deceitful sense of superiority led him to postpone the killing plan again. Moreover, the guest's conversation was humorous, which was one of the reasons why he was reluctant to do it too early.

Of course, the guests were also trapped in the house, so he had to stay. Originally, everything was relatively uneventful, until the next evening, when he took his guests on a tour of the studio. The guest was stunned by the fact that his hand was accidentally pricked by the wooden thorns on the old picture frame, and blood was pouring out.

After a long period of contact with blood, he could smell the blood from a distance! It was blood with blood!

Oh my God! Get it, there's going to be a big breakthrough in blood research! By then, he'll probably be able to get rid of this goddamn house!

So, he couldn't wait to sneak attack this stupid guest, but what he didn't expect was that his sneak attack was in exchange for his own eyes being destroyed. Only then did he realize that he was the one who had been deceived! Even the finger pierced by the wooden thorn was premeditated!

But fortunately, the other party still underestimated his strength. The absolute advantage of strength made him still put the guest into his flesh and blood coffin.

It's just that he has to solve a big problem again, without eyes, the delicate operations in the research cannot be carried out, and he must obtain a new pair of eyes.

Fortunately, it's not impossible. One of the secret techniques of blood is the "resurrection" technique, and he has also conducted a very thorough study in order to resurrect the woman he loves. And it ran successfully on the dog, but unfortunately after being used on her, it did not get the desired effect. But the reason for the failure is still one: there is not enough good blood.

But what he needed was a new pair of eyes, one that could function again as soon as they were fit, whether it was a human eye or something else.

At first, he was blind and wanted to get those eyes himself, but damn it, after he was blind, no matter how he went, he always walked into his own piano room where he killed his best friend. For a moment, he was in trouble again.

It wasn't until a short time later that a new couple of guests were welcomed to the house. Now, he could finally begin to continue his exploration of the great Blood Secrets. The first thing to do is to make some changes to the two people in front of you.

He gently sliced the dark-haired boy's skin with a sharp knife, and the special smell of blood made him fascinated. Taste it again, oh! Thank you to the dead gods, this is really raven's blood!

On the second floor, Aemon plucked a blood-soaked painting, revealing the wall behind it, with a small speck of paint that appeared to have been accidentally stained. He pressed the small piece of stain, and there was a noise behind the wall, and finally, a sword hilt slowly moved out of the wall.

Compared to this trick hidden in the wall, what made Fanny feel a little depressed was Ammon's flat appearance at this time. Now in this studio, it is full of blood, and even she herself feels a little scary, but the man in front of her, who is most afraid of blood, seems to be completely unmoved, it seems that he has really figured it out.

"Maybe it's just that, as you say, it's all due to my weakness. The man's voice was rough and hoarse, and he said to himself as he pulled the hilt of his sword outward, "I am indeed afraid of blood, but I am not born with it. When I was younger, I had a father. He's a qualified leader,"

He drew a slender silver sword, the glow of the blade matching the blood in the room. He continued: "Unfortunately, he is not a good father. I don't remember how old he was, but he contracted a disease that was prevalent in the village at the time, but the village doctors were helpless. And so my nightmare began. ”

Fanny listened as she followed the other party, although she was in a bit of a hurry to save Saza, but it would be very cruel to choose to interrupt the other party.

"My father locked me in the basement, and for the first two days I thought I was in trouble and was going to be locked up for a few days, but in fact it was much more than that. For several days in a row, someone delivered food on time, but I never saw my father. I remember it very well, it was the fourth day, and he appeared and brought me a bed, but I would rather sleep on the cold ground than lie on it.

The bed, which looked like it was made of meat, and even the veins of agitation on it, I swear, would never lie down! The bed, which was unusually soft and naked, was lying on it, and I felt that it was indeed made of meat......!

Speaking of this, his emotions seemed to be a little unstable, and he stopped holding his head, but did not stop his memory: "I can feel that countless things have penetrated into my skin, but my body just can't exert its strength, only my eyes can see." Eventually, I saw those things, the same meridians I had seen in the flesh bed before......

The next thing I could hear was nothing but the sound of blood and my heartbeat, but fortunately I could see my beloved father, who had picked up a small sharp knife. The pain is unavoidable until you have experienced it, and the whole body seems to be torn open and then exposed to the air, just like the people in the painting.

The difference is that even though I fainted, I survived, I never died, but I had to endure that painful torture all the time. I fainted, and when the pain was extreme, I would wake up, open my eyes, and all I could see was the blood red of the demon. Fear, but unable to cry out, despair, but unable to die......"

After a short while, Aemon recovered, stood up and continued to lead the way, continuing in a sanded voice, "I don't know how long it has been, but in any case it feels like an epoch has passed, and the pain has gradually been replaced by numbness. I don't faint anymore, so I can only look at the blood in my heartbeat. Until all of a sudden, I felt as if I could move,"

Hearing this, even Fanny secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I struggled to get up from the disgusting bed and tried to run out, but I collapsed by the locked door. Yes, it was the first sound I heard when I got out of it, so I was so impressed that I will never forget it, it was my father's crying. He cried all night. The next day, the door was opened, and I was free, and my father died at the door. So I inherited him. ”

By the time he said this, the two had already walked to a wall on the left side of the first floor. Aemon suddenly stopped and looked at Fanny with his only eyes: "You can use these words as my excuse, but I just want to explain to you first, where we are going next." (To be continued.) )