Mushrooms are fungi... aren't they?
"Did I... lose?"
Hearing Fang Mo's booming shout, Alucard was stunned as well. He stared blankly at the white-haired little girl before him. "How exactly... did you do that?"
"So what exactly are you referring to?"
Fang Mo asked.
"Those who willingly fall into the abyss cannot be saved."
Alucard looked somewhat lost. His hair was disheveled, his gaze unfocused, as though he were a man on his deathbed. "Such terrible nightmares... the dreams of a monster like me have no end. I can only wander forever in the darkness until I am swallowed by that pitiful death."
Yet he had barely finished speaking.
Without warning, Fang Mo swung a fist straight into his face.
"...Crack!?"
Alucard had now been reduced to an ordinary human. Struck by that punch, the bridge of his nose instantly caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Though he was in pain.
Alucard's mind instead became clearer.
A strange sour numbness spread through his mouth, followed by the metallic, salty taste of blood flooding in. Several of his teeth had even been knocked loose, yet this familiar yet unfamiliar sensation... for some reason, moved Alucard so deeply that his eyes began to moisten.
How many years had it been?
How many years had passed?
Blood was finally no longer rich and sweet... It had become like rust, like some foul, salty sludge... enough to make one retch.
Yet it was precisely this revolting taste.
That made him so emotional, filling Alucard with incomparable calm and peace.
And at that moment, Fang Mo grabbed him by the hair with one hand and forcibly hauled him up from the ground. "You little trash... what kind of nonsense are you spouting now?"
"Those who willingly fall into the abyss cannot