"Humans have developed so quickly, and there's more and more sugar in their blood. I used to have to drain two or three people to get full. Now half a person is enough, and it's far too rich."
The vampire who had introduced himself as Luxi said helplessly, "But one thing hasn't changed. Rich people's blood still tastes best. Poor people used to eat nothing but vegetables. Now they can't afford vegetables. They're like chickens raised on feed-high yields, but soft, flabby meat."
"If only there were more rich people with balanced diets. Then I could enjoy a proper feast in one sitting."
The Peachwood Sword was still embedded in Luxi, and his hands were bound behind his back. Perhaps hoping to strike up a conversation with Xie De, he shifted his blood-red eyes uneasily.
"I lay down in my coffin to sleep in 1834, then woke up to find I'd become an instance NPC. I have no idea how long I slept. I don't even know what year it is. The system explained that it was protecting rare species. Funny, isn't it?"
They walked toward the edge of the Cemetery, thick fog parting around them. Xie De finally glanced back at him, his brows drawing together slightly as he asked in an icy voice.
"You've never been to Hell?"
"I'm not dead, so of course I haven't," Luxi said in surprise. Then he looked at Xie De in horror. "Y-you still want to kill me? Please don't, Lord Scheid. We're both part of the instances. Spare me..."
"You know who I am?" A flicker of surprise crossed Xie De's eyes.
Luxi nodded, looking puzzled. "Is there any NPC in the instances who doesn't know you, my lord? The system issued an announcement a while ago. You were promoted from