Chapter 1 Is This a Threat?

"Is this a threat?"

"Oh no,"

"This isn't a threat,"

"At least, A Ming doesn't think so."

"This is a choice, a friendly mutual assistance from a fellow member of the clan."

"The Blood Clan has its own pride, and at the same time, it has a very high sense of clan identity. They believe that their level of life is higher than that of humans, and they regard humans as their nourishment, their blood banks, equivalent to... meals."

"And, at this moment, there's no need to analyze the pros and cons. First, there's no time, and second, there's no need."

"A Ming doesn't know who this swordsman is, but he thinks this old man should know something."

"But, either way, he's going to be captured."

"Maybe, the end result is being locked in a cage,"

"But while he's being locked in a cage by himself,"

"He'll also give him an exquisite cup, filled with delicious red wine, and they'll toast each other elegantly."

"So,"

"Is he going to choose this swordsman in front of him or choose red wine?"

"The old man gave the answer."

"Even if the two of them had been fighting to the death before, even if he almost melted this fellow clansman, but when the situation suddenly reversed to what it is now,"

"Everything seemed to be a matter of course."

"The old man laughed,"

"He used his fingernails to pierce the palm of his hand first, and then pierced the skin on A Ming's neck, which had just self-repaired a part, and pressed the two wounds together."

"A clansman with an unfamiliar Eastern face, I admit, I smelled a particularly exquisite scent from you, but I still have to remind you that this person in front of you is not an opponent you can deal with at this time."

"Of course,"

"With my blood replenishing you, you can withstand a few more slashes. This is perhaps the last warmth and greeting I can give you, between clansmen."

"Oh, this damned translated tone."

A Ming exclaimed and continued:

"But it's so nostalgic."

"The swordsman's face began to become very stern, so stern that it seemed to be covered with a layer of dead skin;"

"He raised his sword,"

"But he didn't take the initiative to charge over,"

"Instead, he began to gather energy,"

"A layer of *gang qi* (internal energy), began to brew and churn on his sword."

"The space in the cellar wasn't large, and he seemed to be aware of the vampire's fighting style. Close-range tearing often gave the opponent more advantages. Exchanging injuries for injuries was their most proficient and popular tactic."

"So, he planned to use the most stable method, forcibly using *gang* wind to slowly bombard and wear it down."

"The immortality of the Blood Clan is not true immortality, but their way of dying is somewhat different from ordinary people. Their nourishment comes from blood rather than important organs such as internal organs. Apart from the brain, which is a fatal point, other parts of the body can withstand it by regenerating, but it's just a matter of killing them a few more times."

"Eastern-faced clansman, there is another passage under the cellar bed."

The old man conveyed this message in an almost inaudible voice.

"A Ming's eyes didn't even look in that direction."

"At this time, he was carrying a blood bag on his back;"

"Well,"

"To use a description that Fan Li likes, it's like having an extra mana bar."

"He,"

"Could finally find some of the glory of the past."

"Escape?"

"There was no way he would escape."

"He was eager to have a sparring partner appear in front of him, not afraid of him being strong, but worried that he would be too weak."

"The opponent began to gather energy,"

"A Ming also put his hands in front of him,"

"In his throat,"

"A solemn voice came out;"

"At first, the old man who was lying on A Ming's back didn't have any hope for the situation, but when A Ming began to chant the incantation, the old man was amused:"

"You're actually chanting a forbidden spell? Hahahaha... Facing death... have you become so不堪 (unbearable)?"

"A Ming ignored him,"

"And continued the incantation and magic;"

"The next moment,"

"A black hexagonal star appeared under A Ming's feet."

"The old man was stunned, because he felt the blood in his body was crazily rushing into A Ming's body!"

"Damn... damn... damn... the forbidden spell was actually activated by you... how is this possible... how is this possible..."

"The swordsman on the opposite side, who was gathering *dao gang* (saber energy) on his long sword, also showed a look of surprise in his eyes at this time."

"Because the feeling that this person in front of him was brewing made him feel a great threat."

"No... stop... stop... what is going on... why are there clansmen in the East who know how to use the Blood Clan's forbidden magic..."

"The old man felt that his world view had collapsed."

"You must know,"

"In the West,"

"Even a third-rank mage cannot use a forbidden spell alone without relying on external forces."

"Forbidden-level magic is basically a group-type method or a method of using ancient magic scrolls to activate it."

"Being able to use a forbidden spell with one's own strength,"

"Is equivalent to a Dongfang (Eastern) swordsman martial artist opening the second rank alone."

"It is definitely one in a million!"

"But the old man knew,"

"Is this a group-type magic?"

"Although, including himself, there were two people, but was he considered a person?"

"He was only responsible for the **** transfusion, and the old man could clearly see that this vampire clan member with a special exquisite aura on his body did not take out any scrolls or magic equipment."

"He simply clasped his fingers together,"

"Simply chanted the incantation,"

"And then,"

"Simply wanted to release this forbidden spell."

"This feeling was like a person who had read the Four Books and Five Classics once and then went to the Qian Kingdom's imperial examination to get the Grand Three Yuan."

"And next,"

"A Ming's voice,"

"Caused the old man's breathing to stagnate at this moment."

"In A Ming's eyes, a sense of indifference to life, to nature, and to all things was revealed,"

"He said softly:"

"Forbidden Spell - Death River."

"The hexagonal star under his feet began to enlarge, and a **** light and shadow appeared from under A Ming's feet, as if this area had been opened up to the underworld, and there was only a layer of glazed tiles separating them."

"Looking down, the old man could see that in the **** color, there were souls who couldn't help but stick their heads out, stretching out their arms, and screaming crazily, wanting to come to this mortal world!"

"This is... Blood Clan magic... combined with... necromancy... dual-system... dual-system forbidden spell!"

"Oh?" A Ming responded, "I always thought it was just a more enjoyable Blood Clan magic."

"Hehehehe..."

"A Ming bent down,"

"And squatted on the ground,"

"The old man was also lowered in height,"

"A Ming, squatting on the ground, seemed to be surrounded by **** and the undead, and the undead below were frantically calling for him to open the shackles so that they could descend to the world and feast!"

"It's just that this sea of blood is a bit small;"

"Perhaps, it can't be called a sea at all, nor can it be called a blood pond;"

"It can only be called,"

"A blood puddle?"

"There's no way,"

"A Ming didn't dare to use a real big move right away, and it was impossible to simply indulge in a map and create a big scene directly."

"Otherwise,"

"The old man's blood would not be enough, and he might be sucked dry and become the first demon king to "play himself to death"."

"But,"

"Perceiving the aura surrounding him,"

"It was as if a child who had turned off the lights and was facing the darkness around him had wrapped himself completely in a quilt to obtain absolute security."

"This feeling,"

"Had been gone for a long time;"

"A Ming was very moved,"

"So moved that he wanted to cry;"

"It's a pity that he wouldn't have such a thing as tears, just as he didn't have sweat."

"At this time,"

"What appeared in his mind was the scene when he was facing a pot of *mao xue wang* (a spicy Sichuan dish) in the Tiger Head City Inn."

"For a moment, he was filled with emotion."

"Now,"

"He had finally returned... a little bit."

"Who are you... who are you... impossible... impossible..."

"The old man was full of shock."

"Perhaps people who have been lying in bed for a long time are prone to dullness, or perhaps it's simply out of a kind of Blood Clan affectation;"

"Questions that shouldn't be asked at this time were being chattered about non-stop."

"Unfortunately,"

"A Ming couldn't be too indifferent to him, because he still had to rely on his blood to sustain the continuation of this small forbidden spell."

"Follow me, and I will give you true glory."

"A stiff big cake, learning from his Lord, was thrown up first."

"The old man frowned, then showed a miserable smile,"

"He said:"

"My blood is almost empty."

"Although it was a small forbidden spell,"

"But it was, after all, a forbidden spell,"

"At this time, the old man had changed from plump to thin at a speed visible to the naked eye."

"A Ming nodded,"

"He said:"

"His life is also coming to an end."

"*Buzz*!"

"The next moment,"

"The swordsman's *dao gang* (saber energy) slashed out!"

"A Ming lifted his left hand,"

"A dead soul was拘 (captured) from below to meet the *dao gang* (saber energy). The two collided and exploded directly;"

"Immediately afterwards,"

"A Ming挑 (flicked) his right hand,"

"Another dead soul was拘 (captured) and rushed directly towards the swordsman at a terrifying speed."

"After releasing the *dao gang* (saber energy), the swordsman took advantage of the situation to hold his long sword horizontally in front of him to block, but the dead soul ignored his sword, directly penetrated through it, and径直 (directly) penetrated his body."

"A black mist rose from the swordsman's body, and inside, there seemed to be a face with fear and shock."

"*Whoosh...*"

"There was no wind in the cellar, but it still dissipated."

"*Bang!*"

"The swordsman's body fell to the ground."

"Ah..."

"The old man's body completely fell on A Ming's back, and his hands subconsciously hugged A Ming's neck tightly."

"The **** light curtain under A Ming's feet disappeared, and his body was also dizzy for a while. Although he was borrowing the old man's blood, his own capital could not be used without cost."

"A feeling of fatigue began to come quickly."

"But in his heart, there was actually an extremely fulfilling satisfaction."

"It was very interesting and fun."

"It was like a once lavish and extravagant young master, after carrying bags at the dock for many years, was able to taste a glass of expensive wine again."

"You say he should have seen through it?"

"But I really didn't see through it."

"I still like the real me from back then."

"Dual-system forbidden spell... who are you... from the beginning... you gave me a strange sense of familiarity..."

"The old man asked weakly, he was actually the most exhausted one."

"Maybe people who have been lying in bed for a long time are prone to dullness, or it's simply out of a kind of Blood Clan affectation;"

"But now that the fight is over, you can get your claws away from me."

"A Ming stood up,"

"The old man fell from his back and dropped to the ground. This scene was very inhumane, like an unfilial son abandoning his father after squeezing out his savings."

"The old man laughed,"

"At this,"

"He didn't find it surprising at all,"

"This was the true taste of the Blood Clan, the unique hypocrisy belonging to the aristocracy."

"Do you know... who that swordsman... is?"

"I think we'll have a lot of time in the future to chat slowly. I can give you a coffin, and I can give you a constant supply of fresh blood. Your task is to好好地 (take good care of yourself), and fatten yourself up again."

"Anyway,"

"For others, the ice cellar of the Marquis of Pingxi's mansion was nothing more than a place to provide summer drinks, but for A Ming, it was his home."

"The furnishings, the things, what he ate and drank, all needed to be prepared. Now, it was just a matter of having one more companion, which was very convenient."

"But the old man coughed,"

"He said:"

"Should I... crawl... at your feet... and kiss... your boots..."

"If you still have the strength to do it now, I don't mind."

"The old man laughed,"

"At the same time as the old man's smile appeared,"

"The swordsman, who had already annihilated his soul and fallen to the ground without any signs of life, actually stood up again."

"A Ming heard the movement, turned his head, and looked over;"

"Then he said;"

"My dear clan friend, it's time for us to fight side by side and witness our friendship again."

"Hehehe..."

"The swordsman, who stood up again, didn't pick up his fallen sword, but maintained a balance of his body in an extremely awkward posture."

"A Ming stared at him,"

"He said;"

"His soul has already been annihilated."

"Even a small forbidden spell, when the opponent was completely unaware or didn't even know how to resist, was still capable of annihilating the opponent's soul, after all, the target was singular."

"But the old man said:"

"He is like a... a虫子 (bug) that can smell my scent... chasing me... for a long, long time..."

"A bug?"

"A Ming's eyes showed a thoughtful look,"

"He said:"

"Is it a puppet? Raising *gu* (poisonous insects), or is it that there is a *gu*-like existence in his body?"

"Immediately afterwards,"

"A Ming asked:"

"You didn't come from the desert to Yan State and then to Jin, did you? You've been to Qian State, the... southwest of Qian State."

"There are chieftains in the southwest of Qian State, and there are saintesses among the chieftains, and the saintesses are good at raising *gu* (poisonous insects)."

"It is said that the Tattooed Duke was once poisoned with *gu* (poisonous insects), but the saintess who successfully poisoned the Tattooed Duke was attracted to the Tattooed Duke and became his concubine."

"Later, the Tattooed Duke entered the Privy Council and was陷害 (framed) and died in prison;"

"The saintess concubine from the local people set herself on fire in her home, martyring herself for her husband."

"Yes... I have been to Qian State..."

"So, what did you do there?"

"The old man came out of the West to escape the pursuit;"

"As a result, he himself became沾染 (involved) with this trouble in Qian State."

"The old man replied:"

"Qian State... has fine wine..."

"A Ming opened his mouth and took a breath. He couldn't refute it, because yesterday, he also感慨 (lamented) about when he could go to Jiangnan in Qian State to enjoy fine wine."

"But A Ming was still very angry;"

"The swordsman was already dead, to be precise, the existence of the swordsman as a person was already dead."

"He didn't even have time to report his sect name and surname before he was gone;"

"But what died was only his soul."

"At this moment,"

"Seeming to have sensed the demise of its master, the *gu* (poisonous insect) that was originally寄宿 (parasitic) in his body began to gradually control this body, to be precise, this body was relatively well preserved because it had previously suffered a soul magic attack."

"The swordsman stood up,"

"Two tentacles probed out from his ears, nostrils, and mouth."

"A Ming checked his body and found that it was already very difficult for him to stand up and maintain this decency."

"As for continuing to fight,"

"He could barely raise his arms and throw a few punches, but it was meaningless."

"Of course, the swordsman was definitely not the swordsman from before. The current him was nothing more than a puppet being鹊巢鸠占 (cuckoo takes over the nest), and it was doubtful whether the combat power he could use was even at the eighth rank."

"It's a pity,"

"This is what it means to兑子 (exchange pieces), all the cards on his side have been played out, but the opponent still has a small four left."

"The old man said:"

"You... it's a pity... I can feel... your greatness..."

"People are about to die, and their words are also good."

"But the old man then weakly laughed again:"

"So... it is my honor to消亡 (perish) with the great clan..."

"Yes,"

"Perish."

"When that bug occupied the swordsman's body, it wouldn't bind or capture alive, it would only instinctively kill the target with malicious intent."

"A Ming was a little helpless,"

"He tried to step forward, subconsciously trying to increase his speed, but the emptiness of his body muscles, to be precise, the emptiness in his blood, caused his figure to shake directly, almost kneeling."

"At this time, he was a blank sheet of paper, not referring to simplicity, but to thinness."

"Do you believe in God?" A Ming suddenly asked.

"The old man seemed to have heard a big joke:"

"Those... cardinals... probably don't believe it themselves... do you... believe it?"

"A Ming nodded,"

"If he can bless me, then I will believe."

"What a... realistic Dongfang (Eastern) person... a great clan member without faith..."

"*Squeak*!"

"Just then,"

"The lid above the cellar was opened."

"What followed,"

"Was a low shout:"

"I'm here!"

"Fan Li, the number one charging fierce general under the Marquis of Pingxi's mansion in Yan State, the guarding general of Fengxin City, the number one warrior under the Demon King, and part-time God,"

"Poked his big head out from above."

"Yes,"

"A Ming's previous guess was correct. When the厮杀 (fighting) above subsided and the swordsman came down, A Ming was not sad for Fan Li, because he didn't think Fan Li would fight to the death to cover him."

"For the Lord, that's fine, because if the Lord died, everyone might die together. If you don't die for the Lord, you have to die anyway, so you might as well die in battle."

"So, Fan Li ran away as A Ming had guessed."

"And the swordsman didn't have time to chase, he came to the cellar."

"The reason why Fan Li, who ran out, ran back again was because he felt the terrifying magical aura that had previously emanated from the Leopard Gate Inn."

"So,"

"Did that事儿逼 (troublesome) vampire colleague succeed?"

"So,"

"Fan Li, in the name of God, came back."

"But,"

"When Fan Li poked his head down,"

"The *gu* (poisonous insect) swordsman, who was standing just below, also raised his head,"

"The two,"

"Made eye contact."

"He's not dead!"

"That vampire actually missed!"

"Fan Li let out an angry roar,"

"*Bang*!"

"He put the lid back on,"

"Across the lid,"

"A voice came:"

"Sorry to disturb you."