But the strange thing is that none of these branches have any healthy color that naturally grows.

They are all yellow and strange, like the hands of an old man.

The entire castle looks black from a distance, but up close it has a hint of red.

It seemed like blood was solidified on the castle walls.

Under the light, the door was shaking.

It makes a squeaking sound.

It seems to be welcoming everyone.

Mu Fan's face was as dark as water as he stepped onto the first step.

"You are indeed here."

Sounds came from all directions again.

But this time Mu Fan immediately locked onto the true source of the sound.

Behind this crumbling door, you can see a pair of black and purple medieval riding boots underneath.

Mu Fan held the shaky door and it exploded.

Two door panels rushed around.

Only then did Mu Fan look at the owner of the pair of riding boots standing at the door of the car.

This is a face that is very characteristic of Westerners.

The bridge of the nose is tall, like an aquiline, and the entire nose is white except for a hint of reddish color at the tip of the nose.

This guy's deep-set eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in hundreds of years, and were very dark.

The whole face is a standard Western face, and it is very pale.

"You are finally here. My Duke has invited you."

Instead, this vampire gracefully made a gesture of invitation.

Mu Fan sneered.

"You said you were going to invite me, so I would be so embarrassed."

"And the smell of blood on your body is really disgusting."

Mu Fan turned sideways and lowered his head and said next to him, followed by a flash of lightning.
Chapter completed!