I'm so hungry...... Can you eat it?

When Hodge decoded this emotion, he almost wanted to throw away the blood cup.

Because it's alive!

Is it a living creature with autonomous consciousness?

It also wants to devour the user?

Extremely dangerous! Extremely wicked!

Hodge had tried to communicate with the blood cup, but he never got a response, but the emotion was real, which made Hodge think that there might be some kind of seal on the blood cup, and the blood cup was gradually reviving and unlocking the seal that limited him by purifying his blood and plundering his mental power.

"But so far, the attitude given by the blood cup is still kind enough, which may come from the suppression of this mysterious space." Hodge pondered in his heart, hesitated slightly, and walked towards the door of the white bone wine glass pattern pouring red blood.

Hodge remembers that the last time he entered here, he had successfully returned to the real world through the Blood Cup Gate.

Therefore, Hodge plans to try again, after all, there is a high probability that some items are also sealed in the other gates here, and the blood cup is kind, which does not mean that the seals behind the other gates are also kind.

In all likelihood, when Hodge opened the door, he was immediately consumed by what was in it.

Therefore, Hodge plans to wait until the middle sequence to open other doors and explore the secrets.

The deepest secrets may not be revealed until they reach a high sequence.

But Hodge felt that at the level of the middle sequence, he should be able to master one or two more seals.

At that time, it would be most appropriate to open other doors.

Hodge put his hands on the mottled door, and with a gentle force, slowly pushed the ancient door open.

"...... Branches"

As the door was pushed open, Hodge saw what was happening.

The churning sea of blood has all disappeared, and on the empty and dry riverbed, there is a dark Gothic-style minaret, and at the top of the spire hangs an upside-down figure, and the dark red blood moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting on the black building, which looks mysterious, weird, and dark.

Hodge watched this scene, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned, and hesitated in front of the door.

But after some thought, Hodge decided to enter the door.

As Hodge walked through the gate, a hazy shadow appeared on his body, his face gradually blurred, his dark pupils were also dyed with a trace of blood red, and the clothes on his body were also hazy, an illusory blood-colored shadow floated on his body, as if possessed by a ghost.

Hodge also felt his strange state, frowned, and with trepidation, walked across the dry riverbed and pushed open the gate of the minaret.

As soon as the gate of the minaret was pushed open, all the lights were lit up, and as far as the eye could see, the red carpet was laid all the way, pointing to the only gate.

Hodge watched this scene and was about to walk in when a hoarse, stiff voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Hehe, it looks like there's a newcomer."

Hodge's face changed, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see a gargoylee statue erected on the left, strange and vivid, condensed into a figure.

The figure was blurry and distorted, vaguely exuding the color of bronze stone, about one meter seventy-two tall, with scarlet eyes like blood, like a hungry wolf, and white hair draped casually on both sides.

"Red-eyed and white-haired?"

"Wait?"

"Red-eyed!"

Hodge's face changed slightly, and something suddenly came to mind.

He had read a lot of ancient texts, which introduced the characteristics of many races in the Second Age, such as the palms of dwarves, the hair of werewolves, the height of giants, etc., and among them, the introduction of vampires was ...... Red eyes.

"Bloodline?"

Hodge became vigilant, the Bloods were widely active in the Tertiary and Quaternary Ages, and were the sworn enemies of werewolves, having made many first-time hugs and infected many humans, making them vassals of the Bloods.

The human classics that have been handed down today still record the black history of the blood clan.

"Newcomer, don't be nervous, it's the first time you'll attend a Blood Moon party, right?"

"Under the gaze of the Ancestors, no one dares to mess around here."

"Introduce yourself, my code name is Gargoyle."

The man who called himself a gargoyle seemed to see Hodge's nervousness, smiled and waved his hand, and said casually: "Looking at your appearance, it should be a young blood clan less than three hundred years old, right?" ”

"To be favored by the Ancestor and see the Blood Moon Gathering, your talent should be good, and you have the qualifications to continue to be promoted."

Primogenitor? Good graces? Blood Moon Party?

Why is there such a place behind the blood cup gate?

Is it because I took the blood cup and thus triggered some kind of peculiarity?

Hodge suppressed the panic in his heart and replied in Raymond, "Mr. Gargoyle, can you explain the current situation for me?" ”

Mr. Gargoyle looked Hodge up and down, nodded, and said, "Well, the heart is not bad, much calmer than my descendants, but your generation of new blood clans, don't you even know the language of your own blood clan?" What a sorrow! ”

Mr. Gargoyle speaks Raymond German, which is considered the lingua franca of the occult world, similar to Hodge's English in his previous life, while Ancient Raymond German, which has mystical powers, is used at will and is easy to cause danger, so the former is generally used now.

As for Mr. Gargoyle's Bloodline language, Hodge was really confused.

After all, with the background of today's times, it is too difficult to understand the language and writing of the blood clan.

The age is too old, there is no record of the corresponding literature, and it is difficult to even analyze, let alone master.

Listening to this blood clan who didn't know how long it had existed, talking to himself to teach his juniors, Hodge didn't respond, or rather, he didn't dare to respond, in this kind of mysterious gathering where he didn't know the specific situation, he said more and said more wrong, less and less wrong.

For now, though, Hodge has also gotten a lot of useful things.

First of all, it's a gathering of extraordinary beings, called the Blood Moon Gathering.

Secondly, from the mouth of the self-proclaimed gargoyle, Hodge knew that this was a special gathering from within the Bloodline, and only the Bloods favored by the Ancestors would have the opportunity to participate.

In other words, except for Hodge, the rest of the people who attended the party were all blood clans.

Knowing this, Hodge could only be more cautious, more careful, hiding his identity and preventing himself from being exposed.

Although the gargoyle said that there is the gaze of the ancestor of the blood clan here, no one will do it here, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, he is afraid that in case, once he is a human thing, he is discovered, then ...... What will these hungry bloods do?

Go without saying!

It's a party dancing on the tip of a knife...... Hodge's thoughts were constantly changing, and on the surface, he remained silent.

Mr. Gargoyle chattered for a long time, and when he saw that Hodge was silent, he also felt bored, so he stopped chattering: "You're a silent guy, okay, then I'll just order it." ”

"According to the rules here, equivalent exchange, if you want to get something, you need to pay for the corresponding value, I can explain it to you, but what can you give?"

"Something I don't know about the occult?"

"Some valuable potions?"

"Extraordinary material I'm interested in?"

"What can you give?"

"I'm curious?"

Equivalent exchange? It's kind of interesting...... Hodge squinted slightly, he suddenly liked the way the party was doing.

Hodge is the only heir to the Marquis of the Empire, and his resources are very extensive, after all, he has a powerful father, but he lacks a platform that can monetize resources and trade with each other.

Because the Extraordinary need to trade frequently, some special occult knowledge will also be obtained at special gatherings.

You must know that although the blood clan has declined, the resources possessed by such a powerful race with profound heritage must be unimaginable.

Even their history, their language, their writing, are priceless in the human world.

If you can exchange some extraordinary materials, occult knowledge, and even the language of ancient times from the hands of the Bloodline, you may be able to solve the secrets of the mottled gate and solve the mystery of its own peculiarities.

The Blood Moon Gathering may be his breakthrough.

Hearing this, Hodge looked at the self-proclaimed gargoyle Mr. Blood, and said quickly, "I can give you what you are interested in, but I don't think it's worth my high-value items just by explaining some common sense of the party." ”

Hodge's tone was rather calm, as if stating a fact.