In the end, Heiserana still failed to get a taste of what a Demon Hunter's blood was like. Even though she later suggested all sorts of seemingly refined ideas, such as using a straw, wearing a napkin, lighting candles by the roadside, playing soft music, using a small spoon, or making blood tofu, Vivian clearly didn't think having her alter ego crouch beside a roadside blood pit to eat could be considered refined—and Hao Ren and the other people with at least somewhat normal values clearly couldn't accept such a scene either. So Heiserana could only give up.
The group returned to the Heiserana Family's base. The moment they stepped into the district, they found it had become practically identical to Stalingrad in 1943. The entire street in front of the family base had been bombed until not a single tile remained intact. Most of the houses had been reduced to two or three crumbling walls, while shell craters were scattered all over the road, still shrouded in smoke. The air was filled with various pungent, strange odors from incendiaries, acid weapons, and poisonous gas that had yet to fully dissipate. Hao Ren felt that merely walking around here would shave ten years off his life. The other districts were also in a state of postwar ruin, but none were nearly as horrifying as this one. The Heiserana's Mad Demon Troops had learned the foolish, crude explosive berserker tactics from humans, and using them on an alien battlefield was truly bizarre.
The moment they started walking in, a Vampire suddenly leaped out from behind a concrete emplacement by the roadside. Wearing a steel helmet and a priestly robe, he shouted, "Halt, intru—oh! The mistress is back! The mistress is back!"
"Duncan, are you sober now?" Heiserana shot him a sideways