The same sex attracts each other and the opposite sex repels each other. This is the principle of magnets. When this sentence is put on people, it is often necessary to talk about it. Only when the opposite sex attracts each other, and the same sex will always repel each other. The sex here is not gender, but characteristics. Especially for bad characteristics, bad people often only hurt good people because they know that good people will not hurt them. When evil people collide with evil people, the ending will always be very tragic. This principle is not only applicable to good and bad good and evil in a broad sense. If everyone on a ship has different responsibilities and skills, they can cooperate with each other. If there are two helmsmen on the ship, they have to throw one and feed the fish.

This city is a big ship, with all kinds of people on the ship, and their positions vary greatly. Some of these positions are very glorious, while others are not so popular. But does the positions that cannot be taken on the table have no meaning of existence? I am afraid not, just like the existence of a killer is also part of the economic cycle of the city, although the people here have no intention of working for the development of the city in terms of purpose, the result is their life and death struggle, nourishing the soil and allowing brighter flowers to bloom on it. Among them, there are cultists, these sad and hateful people who worship heretics, how could they let this ship go?

"Squeak!" The huge mouse walked unscrupulously on the wet pallet, making threatening screams to the humans approaching it. The gray robe gently swept the beard at the mouse's mouth. The gray creature, which was still manic and uneasy, immediately became quiet. A faint light flashed in its eyes, and then turned and ran to the darkness. No one saw this scene, and even if he saw it, he would only be scared away. The mouse should be afraid, because people who were moving in this area without the skylight were all vicious people. Those who were not cruel enough often had iron rings symbolizing slaves on their necks.

Youhe, an incompatible tavern, is located in this chaotic area where no one dares to drink. The open tavern gate is like the mouthpiece of some kind of monster, quietly waiting for the prey to fall into the trap. The man in gray robe is not a prey, he is a hunter, who comes to track it, so he stepped into the tavern without fear, walked through the narrow path, and arrived at its bar. The elves with silver-gray hair quietly wiped the wine glass, and he seemed to be repeating this action. Cheese would rather believe that it was a certain agency in this corridor that informed the other party that someone came to the door, and the tavern owner deliberately made this mysterious posture.

"As a repeat customer, you are coming a little faster." The elf raised his head and smiled kindly, "But I have to thank you too, otherwise I wouldn't know that the old man who sells fish could be so capable of fighting. This city can always bring me surprises, and your arrival has increased the frequency of surprises several times. So, Youhe still welcomes your arrival, Mr. Cheese."

"Welcome? I hope you can still say that when I leave." The mage shrugged and sat opposite Jung in a few steps. He stared at the vampire with an elf appearance and watched for quite some time.

"Uh, so can we talk about business? Or are you here just to ask me for a drink?" There are not many people who have been staring at Cheese for so long and are still calm. Once the gray robe's eyes stagnate, it is like a substantial blade. You have to take apart your skin, flesh and bones and see what's inside. This is a state that only people who have experienced a lot of anatomical training will have.

Cheese did not answer immediately, but took out a somewhat ragged iron box from his robe, "A fisherman caught this from the rushing waters, and I hope you can see it."

Jung blinked and carefully pulled the box in front of him with a bit of suspicious look. The corpse of the worm was naturally lying inside. He frowned, not seeming to notice why the mage brought this thing to him so seriously. However, out of caution, the boss of Youhe still looked at the mage's expression and whispered, "I hope you don't take it a fuss."

After saying that, the elegant face instantly became ferocious, and the calm eyes were filled with terrifying ripples. The blood vessels buried under the skin were like earthworms swimming under the skin, making people shudder. Most of the time, vampires give people the feeling that they are the same as those of living people, at most they have pale skin and stiffer movements. How can living zombies that can feed on blood be the same as those of their birth? Almost all blood tribes’ true appearance is closer to mummies. Their plump cheeks and bodies are only supported by adjusting the internal structure of the body, and they are transformed into wolves and bats. In essence, transformation into humans is a kind of deformation.

Deformation is for disguise. When disguising, they have to put away their claws and fangs. Therefore, the blood clan in disguise cannot fully utilize their abilities. When they want to use it, especially the abilities or spells derived from the blood of the true ancestor, they have to remove the disguise and reveal their true form. At this time, Jung's state is to better understand the secrets of the insect corpses in the iron box. Unlike Ata's view and cheese's analysis, the blood clan's insight tends to feel the vitality of the target. This is the ability they evolved to prey. For the blood clan, whether a person's vitality is strong is the most distinctive indicator.

"Click!" The door behind the bar was pushed open, and the female vampire, who was a waiter, rushed out immediately after feeling Jung's power. She thought an enemy had invaded the place. Jung stretched out his hand to signal her to retreat, then took a few deep breaths, and his figure gradually transformed from its true form to the appearance of being an elf. "This thing is enough for me to be unable to eat for a while. If I hadn't lost the function of vomiting, I would have vomited all over the floor. Put it away quickly and let me tell me what the hell is going on, and what do you want me to do. Wait, vomit..."

The impact of the insect corpse may be greater than Jung himself expected. Although the stomach and intestines in the abdominal cavity are no longer in their original work, he still held the counter and retching. It was not until a few minutes later that he wiped his lips without saliva and shook his head. "At least it reminded me of the time when I was alive. You know that most blood tribes don't like the stage when memories still breathe. It's like the period when babies were in amniotic fluid, vague and chaotic. It's so bad."
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