After closing the door, the Undead Club fell into silence again. After a while, a figure staggered out of the stairwell. He was naked, wearing only underpants, as if he had just woken up.

Have some water to drink.

Serre skillfully got into the bar and poured himself a full glass of wine. Since the troublesome incident of the rise of the night clan began, the alcohol in his blood has been in a state of exceeding the standard almost every moment.

He tried hard to numb his spirit and avoid his own problems, and in fact he was very successful in doing so.

After drinking more alcohol, Sere scratched his head and prepared to return to his room, take a nap, and continue his dream. He finally dreamed of the beautiful things in the past, but it couldn't end like this.

But when he got out of the bar and was about to walk towards the stairwell, a faint scent of blood in the air attracted Sere's attention. As a night tribe, he is extremely sensitive to blood.

If it were ordinary blood, Sere wouldn't pay much attention at all, but this time, he smelled a familiar smell in the blood.

A sweet, beautiful smell.

As if recalling some good memories, Sere froze on the spot, his eyes a little divergent, as if looking into the distance, but soon he recovered from this trance state and was not sleepy at all.

"what happened?"

Sere frowned and looked around, wondering where this abnormality came from. You must know that the Undead Club is isolated from the world in terms of power, and it is difficult for any outside influence to really affect it.

Just when Serei was confused, the sole of his foot suddenly slipped and his whole body fell hard to the ground, causing him to groan in pain.

When he got up, he saw the long, scar-like blood stain.

A familiar and sweet blood flow came from it.
Chapter completed!