Legend has it that the Blood Clan is afraid of fire, and once they get close to the flames they will foam at the mouth, lose all their breath, and even go into shock.
Many years ago, humans, in order to transform into Bloods through vampire blood, used flames to deal with fallen vampires ...
Qi Yun held his breath.
He was so nervous that his hands were covered in cold sweat.
He took one step closer to the flames.
The blazing heat had the effect of sweeping towards him like a wave, drowning him.
He kept closing the distance between himself and the flames until he could touch the flames with a single reach before he stopped.
The sound of the flames crackling as they burned echoed in his ears.
Time passed by minute by minute.
But he never found any abnormalities in his body.
Instead, his strength increased greatly, his energy was high, and his mind was clear.
He came to the conclusion:
Although he had turned into a vampire, he wasn't afraid of fire.
Even ...
He was just about to turn around and leave when he suddenly felt the energy coming from the flames.
And it was soothing.
Couldn't help but want to sink into it.
It was like bathing under the warm winter sun.
Qi Yun, "!!!"
Greatly shocked.
Horrified.
This vampire of his was too otherworldly, wasn't it?
Not only that, the dazzling firelight transformed into energy and entered his body in a thousand strands, strengthening every inch of his body, his every blood vessel, every strand of qi and blood, and even every cell.
The changes in his body completely exceeded Qi Yun's knowledge of vampires.
He didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse for him.
He returned home in a muddle.
As soon as he arrived home, he fell onto the sofa.
At this time, he was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.
He soon fell into a deep sleep.
The deep red blood-like moonlight quietly fell on him.
What he didn't know was that every inch of moonlight was absorbed and devoured by his body.
As time passed, a faint layer of dense halo emerged on his body surface.
It was already nine in the evening when Qi Yun woke up.
Just as he was about to get up, he received a call from the nightclub owner:
"Sick boy, can you still come?"
"If you can't come, I'll change."
"Don't be such a shithead."
"If it wasn't for the fact that I knew your father when I was young, I would have told you to get lost!"
"Fuck!!!"
The nightclub owner, He Xiangdong, roared in a series of bead-blasts of exasperation, causing Qi Yun's eardrums to buzz.
He was born with a terminal illness and was physically weak.
Although he was a good student and ranked in the top of every subject, he didn't go to school for years, and the school authorities could only order him to drop out in accordance with the provisions of the Federal Education Law, so he didn't even have a high school diploma.
This world is the same volume as the Earth where he was in his previous life, looking for a job, also need to provide proof of education.
Usually, the higher the education, the better the job.
Nay, his education was really too low, bordering on illiteracy.
This caused him to have no chance with many high paying jobs.
He could only go to restaurants to serve dishes during the day and work as a waiter in nightclubs at night to earn money to cure his illness.
Especially after his parents died, it was even harder for him to live.
"Uncle Dong, I'll be right there."
Qi Yun accompanied with a smile and hurriedly answered.
"Sister Bai is already waiting for you in the VIP guest room, as usual times, this time around, she still asked for your services by name."
"If you serve her well tonight, hey, you kid will be developed, don't forget to pull your Uncle Dong at that time."
"I dream of making the nightclub bigger and stronger, creating another glory!"
He Xiangdong's tone was ambiguous and envious.
Qi Yun, however, shivered with excitement.
Almost subconsciously, he remembered the first time he met Sister Bai ...