The two walked along the street.
Because of their clothing, they were, unsurprisingly, looked down upon by passing nobles.
From time to time, Liu Di saw wooden signs erected by the roadside, their surfaces branded with red-hot iron to depict an image.
It was a rather abstract, hideous monster with bat wings and vicious fangs, tearing into a fat pig.
Written beneath it were the words: "Warning—A dark creature cursed by God. It has no soul and will be accepted by neither Heaven nor Hell. Kill it immediately if seen."
Passersby also pointed at the signs and said, "This monster has been appearing in the city lately, harming countless livestock, male and female alike."
Liu Di looked at Dra, who walked beside him with his face covered. "You've been tearing into poultry all this time. You haven't drunk human blood?"
Dra nodded solemnly. "I'm only controlled by the virus. I'm not truly a demon."
Liu Di nodded slightly.
Young Dra's nature was not bad.
But according to the legends, he could only gain great power by drinking human blood.
Then.
Liu Di looked up at the sun again.
Before transforming, young Dra was also completely unaffected by sunlight.
So it was hard to tell whether those so-called legends were true. Only seeing was believing.
Strange as it was, he was rather fortunate now, having the chance to witness historical truths one after another.
When they reached the outskirts of the city.
Liu Di saw Dracula's Castle in the distance, towering amid countless impaled corpses. Even in 2021, the castle remained a famous tourist attraction.
But time had flown by, and by then, it was no longer what it had originally been.
Only now did it reveal its true appearance.
Liu Di could not help feeling a little expectant.
Suddenly.
Liu