The white mist was like frost and snow blew, and the ground was covered with blood-colored roses.

A golden coffin is placed in the center of the rose, and the coffin is open, and a living person is lying.

His cheeks were white and as bright as jade, with a pearl-like luster. He was covered with a quilt woven from silk, and white roses were embroidered on it.

He blinked, as if he was a little impatient: "Didn't it be agreed that vampires will come on the full moon night? Don't these ancient guys know the importance of punctuality?"

Then, the vampire came.

The vampire who came from the mist was wearing a black costume and wrapped around her beautiful waist, and calmly came to receive his offerings.

There was a living person lying in the coffin, and there was a dead person standing outside the coffin.

This scene is really interesting.

The dead asked the living: "What are you thinking?"

The living person said: "I'm thinking about the problem of np."

The dead man said: "This is not a problem."

In an instant, the shadow of the bat rotated in the fog reflected by the moonlight.

The dead man transformed into several identical figures.

The living person found that the "np" he thought seemed different from what the other person thought.

But it seems to be late.

Now I need to explain,

I'm afraid it's too late.

The moonlight slowly shone on the earth and gradually sinks. When the sun rises again, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, and the refreshing morning breeze blows away the wet mist. The vision in the woods suddenly becomes broad and clear. The man in the coffin wakes up in the warm sunshine, opens his sleepy eyes, and fails to wake up for a moment.

He sat up slowly, lowered his head to see the silk quilt sliding down his body.

The roses embroidered on the quilt turned out to be red.

"I remember it was white..."

I can't care so much.

He dragged his bizarrely tired body back to the village.

People in the village were panicked when they saw him coming back-

"The sacrifice we gave was returned?"

"It's obviously the most beautiful person in a hundred miles!"

"What's the use of being beautiful? Just a man!"

"I said I should give it to a girl!"

He was known as "the most beautiful person in a radius of hundreds of miles", and he had no thoughts, so he went back to his house to continue studying the problem of NP.

He was still quite calm when he escaped from death.

However, the troubles of others made him feel a little worried.

"Why were returned?"

"Yes, why don't the vampire look down on him?"

"Maybe he isn't beautiful enough!"

While he held his chin and thought about the NP problem, he even asked in his mind: "Did he fall in love with me?"

He even asked the woman who often came to him: "Am I not beautiful enough?"

The woman was stunned and said, "No, you are the most beautiful man in the world!" After that, the woman gave her a bouquet of white roses.

The flower girl often gave him roses, saying that it was left over every day, so she gave it to him for free.

He took the white rose and put it into the vase that he usually used to grow flowers. At night, he finished a question on the table and looked up again, but saw the bouquet of roses growing in the vase on the windowsill becoming beautiful and beautiful.

He opened the window in confusion, and a gust of wind blew, carrying a special fragrance.

He frowned: "What's the smell..."

There was fog outside the window, and there seemed to be someone in the fog. He vaguely saw something.

When the sun was rising, he woke up in his bedroom.

Red rose petals scattered around his pillow.

On weekdays, the first thing he does every morning must be to do the questions. But today, he forgot to do the questions and counted the petals beside the bed.

He was kissed as many times as the petals had.

That's all.

He wants to do a statistic.

The sun rises and the moon sets, day after day.

The roses turn red every night and the petals scatter every morning.

——Until the next full moon night.

The villagers chose another beauty to go to sacrifice, this time it was a girl.

They thought that the vampire's soul may be relatively old and is still very traditional in that regard. Although the girl is not as good as this guy, she can still give it a try.

When the girl lay alone in the coffin, she couldn't help sobbing in fear.

He came to the girl and said, "I can replace you."

The girl cried: "But you have been returned once!"

He said, "Then I will say goodbye first."

"Oh, don't..." The girl jumped up quickly and grabbed him, "Thank you!"

He didn't care about his reply, and the girl rolled and crawled away, leaving him in place.

He lay down in the golden coffin again and fell into a silent waiting.

When the moon rose to its highest point, the bat's voice sounded again, and the vampire came from the fog holding a bouquet of roses. He sat up from the coffin and asked the vampire: "Why did you return me?"

The vampire laughed: "Do you know what the end of the sacrifice that was not 'returned'?"

He recalled the past village history in confusion and replied: "They did not come back."

The vampire took his hand.

The vampire's hands were as cold as ice. When they were touched, he couldn't help but tremble.

"They lost their lives." The vampire seemed to sigh and led him into the depths of the jungle. "Would you like to lose your lives?"

He said: "The meaning of life does not lie in life itself."

The vampire nodded slightly, putting the rose in his arms while taking him into a stone tomb deep in the twilight.

There is no word on the stone tomb, and the trunk stands in a deserted place, looking desolate and pitiful.

"I'm very lonely," said the vampire.

He shared his experience: "Then you can find more questions to solve them."

The vampire laughed: "You ask me why I returned you? Have you solved this question?"

"No." He was confused.

"Because I don't want to take your life." The vampire spoke gently, like the evening breeze blowing through a rose, "I want to take your soul."

At this moment, the vampire's eyes turned scarlet and white canine teeth were exposed, without the appearance of a gentle gentleman.

As a mortal, he couldn't help but feel fear and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The back of his head was already clasped by the cold ice palm, and he was forced to raise his neck and bear the pain of his first embrace.

The vampire's voice floated in his ears: "You already know my burial place. Tomorrow morning, take the cross, open my coffin, and insert the cross into my heart, you can untie this blood curse. The blood marks on your neck will disappear, and you can continue to be a mortal."

"What if not?" he asked in a trance.

"You know."

When the fog is gone and when the sun shines.

President Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and was a little dazed for a while.

vampire……

President Xuan got up from the bed and shook his head hard: "I'm dreaming."

He actually dreamed that he became a teenager who was sacrificed in a village and met a vampire - that's all, he dreamed of solving problems, and he admired his professionalism very much.

"It's really strange, why do you have such a dream?" President Xuan sat up from the bed in confusion and suddenly discovered an embarrassing fact.

He seemed to have dreamed like a boy in his dream.

President Xuan glanced at the G-film DVD sent by Du Manhuai on the table. President Xuan thought: It seems that he really can't watch movies before going to bed.

He put the DVD back into the cabinet and saw that the cover was a male actor dressed as a vampire, with a very attractive figure. The first thought that flashed through his mind was: This is good, but it is not as good as Master Qi-
To be continued...