Bearded Drunk faced this nightmarish scene without screaming, but his entire face turned pale and bloodless. Cold sweat and alcohol seeped from his dilated pores, making him look as if he’d just been doused with a bucket of cold water!

Bearded Drunk shuddered all over. As a chilling wind blew across his sweat-soaked head, that terrifying face suddenly flashed into his mind, and all around him were those fierce, green-glowing faces!

The next moment, Bearded Drunk, overwhelmed by extreme terror, could no longer stand. His legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground, the back of his head striking a smooth cobblestone, knocking him completely unconscious!

Luke Turner had no time to care about his companion now. He scrambled up from the ground in a panic, screaming hoarsely like a madman, stumbling and staggering as he rushed toward Blackwood Town...

But it wasn’t long before the sound of someone falling into water came from the distance, and the screams that echoed through the silent night gradually faded away in the cold wind.

“Ahhh!!” The terrifying man didn’t chase after Luke Turner. He gently laid the blood-drained Mrs. Clark flat on the ground, then slowly walked over to the unconscious Bearded Drunk.

The man grabbed Bearded Drunk by the ankle with his large black hand and dragged him over to the fainted, bloodless Mrs. Clark. He first wiped away the blood that had spilled onto Mrs. Clark’s chest, then tore open Bearded Drunk’s pants and placed him on top of Mrs. Clark.

“Bang!!” The man’s large hand struck the back of the skinny drunkard’s head again, making him even more thoroughly unconscious.

“Forget me. I will only exist in your dreams. Tonight, it was this man who tied you up here and assaulted you...” The man’s crimson lips moved close to Mrs. Clark’s ear, whispering like a nightmare.

The whisper carried an irresistible magic. Mrs. Clark opened her eyes at that moment, but her pupils were unfocused, as if her soul had been drained.

Mechanically, she opened her pale mouth and repeated that nightmare whisper: “Tonight, it was this man who tied me up here and assaulted me...”

After saying this, Mrs. Clark closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

The handsome man’s crimson lips curled into a strange smile. He straightened up, glanced at the position of the night moon, then adjusted his black trench coat like a gentleman and walked into the misty depths of the Blackwood Forest...

Chapter 014: Physical Transformation

Twenty kilometers outside Blackwood Town lies a range of hills, and within these hills is an abandoned graveyard. The graveyard isn’t very large, with a diameter of about a hundred meters.

The cemetery forms an irregular depression, with weathered tombstones scattered haphazardly across the weed-choked ground. Filth is everywhere, making the place both messy and desolate.

A few years ago, if someone in the nearby towns died, people would still carry the body here for burial. But after many disturbing rumors began to circulate, no one dared to bury their loved ones here anymore.

At the western entrance of the graveyard stands an abandoned house, once the residence of the gravekeeper. However, the gravekeeper mysteriously disappeared a few years ago, and without maintenance, the house is now riddled with holes, overgrown with plants, and completely uninhabitable.

It is now noon. The scorching sun bakes the graveyard like fire. In the sunlight, strange wisps of mist can be seen swirling around the cemetery. Instead of dispersing under the sun, the mist gathers above the haunted house, hovering low...

“Argh... damn sunlight!!” Suddenly, an angry male voice rang out from the supposedly deserted house, followed by the sounds of things being knocked over and ceramics shattering.

This man was, of course, Ethan Clark, who had crawled out of the ice coffin on a certain dark and windy night—the same one who drank Mrs. Clark’s blood.

Vampires must also live in darkness, especially newborn vampires like him, known as “young lords.” If he drew too much attention, it would be easy for priests or vampire hunters to track him down.

Ethan Clark used to have a habit of climbing onto the roof to sunbathe, which made his skin look healthier.

Just imagine: on a sunny afternoon, with a gentle breeze caressing your face, breathing in fresh, clean air, then closing your eyes and taking a lovely nap until sunset, waking to see the beautiful glow of the setting sun—how pleasant that would be.

But now, Ethan Clark had to give up this habit. If he lay on the roof to sunbathe as before, in about a minute, he’d turn into a pile of black ash, and wherever the wind blew, he’d go with it.

“Why isn’t that female vampire afraid of sunlight?” Ethan Clark muttered to himself. Although he’d been knocked down by her at the time, he still saw her flying away in the sunlight.

“Not strong enough yet?” Ethan Clark said. Vampires have different ranks; generally, the longer they live, the stronger they become.