Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 330 Death's Scythe: The Castle of the Blood Race
The black rotten mud under my feet gave off an unpleasant smell. I looked at the map in my hand, and this location happened to be the location of the castle.

So whether it is the fantasy world or the real world, there must be a castle nearby.

Thinking of this, I started to walk in the direction of the black sky, the dark clouds were very low, and there was only the breath of death here.

"Hmm..." Inexplicably, my heart twitched suddenly, and I couldn't help groaning, a strange blood rushed into my nostrils.

Ji Mingxuan's keen intuition played his powerless fatigue in his brain.

Here, run with the feeling.The scene in front of me completely calmed my nerves, my pupils dilated in amazement, and my thoughts were confused when I saw the ancient and splendid building in front of me.

A deserted old castle is leaning against the gray ruins, and the towering buildings are climbing up, and they have long lost their original appearance.

Is this the blood clan's castle in the fantasy world? I walked slowly to the gold-carved gate, feeling like a royal family.

"Zhi" pushed open the ancient golden door, and a rush of blood rushed straight from the dark corridor.There must be something inside, and with a glimmer of hope, I stepped into this ancient castle that has been sleeping quietly for thousands of years.

Inside the dilapidated exterior, the bright red carpet under the feet is still soft, and the blue flames on both sides of the golden inner corridor are strung on the copper utensils.

It's like walking into a royal and noble castle, and everything around me feels familiar.

After passing through the circular hall and various carved windows, the smell of blood made me worry.

"Go and kill him, I can help you live without any scruples." A strange voice made me pause at the arched gate of the castle garden.

When I realized it, I rushed out in a stride, and the pictures that kept appearing in my brain in half a second of vision were pieced together into a complete version here.

Before the voice had a chance to come out of my throat, I rushed forward to protect Ji Mingxuan's left arm, which was scratched by the death scythe swung down by Meng Chike, and blood flowed out from the crack in the skin.

"Ye Xing, Ye Xing!!" I fell face to face with Ji Mingxuan who was covered in blood. He was handcuffed by icy shackles. On the high cross road, a man in a long robe with long hair covering his face The aliens are evil and cold.

This is the dispatch of death... the god of death?I looked back, Meng Chike had a murderous look on his face, and the blood-dripping blade was pointed straight at me. His red eyes were completely demented, and he was just a vampire at this time.

Looking at me, his hands were shaking, instinctively struggling with evil thoughts.

(End of this chapter)