They were powerful and had long histories.
They had weathered countless years, enduring schemes and intrigues beyond ordinary people's imagination.
They regarded humans just as they regarded food.
Wanderers of the night, noble and elegant, languid and decadent, possessing ageless faces... Perhaps many people thought they were nearly perfect.
Yet they, too, had moments when they were toyed with—by the humans they looked down upon.
Without any coercion or threats, with nothing more than a small trick and a tragic performance, humans had turned them into tools for realizing their ambitions.
It was hard to say who was more pitiful.
Luo Qiu and the others had already withdrawn from Jin Wucheng's memories... Everything that came afterward was merely the preparations Jin Wucheng had made as a participant, planning with Karen Ichel how to find the real 'murderer.'
To make the real 'murderer' feel astonished, Karen Ichel had transformed herself into Tu Shenyi... For this, she had even delivered her 'Three Lives' into Xitasil's hands.
In truth, all of this had merely been Jin Wucheng's deliberate attempt to reclaim the entire 'Drunken Life, Dreamy Death' series. His goal was to create the thing recorded on the final few pages of that notebook.
Of course, to win Karen Ichel's trust, he had also continually begged this 'senior' of Tu Shenyi's for a chance to be turned into a vampire.
"Does every revenge story hide some disgusting desire behind it?" Zhong Luoyue sighed mournfully. She was the first to speak.
Karen Ichel said nothing. The instant her consciousness withdrew and returned, she seemed to be torn away from her own mind once again and sat down directly.
She lowered her head, gripping the blood-red Patterned Longsword for support. Her pale hair fell on either side, completely hiding her face... Jin Wucheng was dead.