The civilian housing district of the resettlement community.
Inside a sealed room on the fourth floor, the doors and windows were covered with blood seals.
At that moment, the sound of surging blood continuously came from the bathroom, while fresh blood kept seeping through the gap beneath the door.
A large number of recently deceased corpses were piled up inside the bathroom. Men Qian, his face deathly pale, ran a scalpel across their throats, collecting the blood in the bathtub.
When the bathtub was completely filled with blood, Men Qian crawled into it with great difficulty, even submerging his head entirely.
Ten minutes passed!
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
Amid a string of bubbles rising to the surface, Men Qian slowly lifted his head from the water. His previously pale lips had finally regained a trace of color.
"Cough, cough... I finally survived! I never expected that even after activating my bloodline ability, I would still be hunted down. This bizarre and unfathomable ghost is simply too difficult to deal with. If I had Blood Crow's assistance, I could definitely kill it."
After his initial struggles, Men Qian had already killed the ghost at the wastewater treatment plant, obtained a chest, and awakened the Blood Clan bloodline, gaining tremendous vitality. He had thought his subsequent development would proceed smoothly.
However, while Men Qian was driving past a children's playground lit up beside the road, he had provoked a mysterious and unfathomable ghost, leaving him in a constant state of pursuit.
Especially half an hour ago, Men Qian's attack had failed, and the other party had directly torn out his heart. This caused him to lose a massive amount of blood energy. He had only managed to temporarily replace it with the heart of a zombie he found by the roadside, transforming his body