Suddenly there was a soft sound of footsteps behind her, but the girl seemed not to notice it and continued walking forward.
The night is silent and frightening.
The sound of two slight footsteps was infinitely amplified in the silent night.
When the girl was about to walk out of the alley, she seemed to finally notice the sound of footsteps behind her, and slowly looked back with confusion.
In the night, a pale but handsome face appeared in the girl's eyes. This face was a typical Western white face.
His long golden hair was spread loosely, and he was also wearing a black cloak, which was constantly swaying as he walked around, like a bloodthirsty bat in the dark night.
The girl trembled, obviously frightened.
The image of the man in front of her was exactly the same as the Western vampire she had seen in some movies and TV series.
After being frightened, there was only one thought left in the girl's mind: run, run!
The girl immediately turned around, walked quickly, and ran away into the distance.
The blood monk behind him saw this scene and licked his bright red lips. In the dark night, his pale, paper-like face looked like a devil, making people shudder and fearful in their hearts.
"Run, can you run? My prey." The corner of the man's mouth cracked into a smile, revealing a pair of dark-white fangs, giving off a cautious coldness in the night.
Whoosh!
The man's figure disappeared directly from the place, and his whole person seemed to blend into the dark night, making no sound.
The next moment, the man appeared dozens of meters away, behind the girl.
Like a chicken, the blood monk grabbed the girl's back collar and lifted her up.
Just as the girl was about to scream for help, the blood monk knocked the girl unconscious with a knife. The sound was stuck in her throat and did not come out.
The blood monk lowered his head and sniffed the girl's neck, his pale face full of intoxication.
"Seductive blood tastes great!"
"The young girls of Daxia, their blood is countless times more delicious than the dirty blood in the country. I like this country more and more." The blood monk murmured to himself with an intoxicated look on his face.
The blood monk was about to bite the girl's neck, but in the middle of the action, he suddenly stopped.
"It's better to take it back and enjoy it slowly. Julie said that I have been acting too unscrupulously these days and some people in Daxia have noticed it."
"I will take this girl back and keep her in captivity, making her my blood slave and enjoying her slowly."
"If you raise a few more blood slaves, you will have a steady stream of blood to enjoy. It is better than enjoying their blood and killing them directly."
After making up his mind, the blood monk carried the girl, and his figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared before.
The blood monk didn't notice it.
At the same time, two figures followed him from a distance, silently.
...
In the night, a black shadow kept flashing.
Finally we stopped at a villa in the suburbs.
This is a white Western man, exactly the blood monk from before.
At this moment, he was still carrying the girl he knocked unconscious on his shoulders.
Scarlet blood flashed in the man's eyes. With a wave of his right hand, the cloak disappeared and he changed into ordinary casual clothes.
The blood monk smiled softly, opened the door, and slowly entered the villa.