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A black, vintage wrought iron gate.

It slowly closed amidst the heavy creaking of the mechanisms.

It completely shut out the noise from outside and the original owner's amazement.

Night fell like a torrent of ink, quickly covering the bay of Naples, Italy.

This medieval castle has a history of 600 years.

The romance and magnificence of the daytime were replaced by a lingering sense of gloom after the moonlight disappeared.

The castle's interior retains a large number of Gothic spires.

The portrait paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor.

Under the dim, swaying light of the wall lamp, it seemed as if the eyeballs were following the person's footsteps.

The sea breeze blows through the arrow crenellations high above the ancient castle.

It emits a whistling sound similar to a flute playing a different key.

On the second floor, in the master bedroom, which is a full 300 square meters.

The oak in the fireplace was burning brightly.

The orange-red firelight cast leaping shadows on the carved ceiling.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a thick, pure white cashmere pajama set.

He curled up on the large, four-poster retro bed.

She pulled the thick down comforter up to her chin.

Only a pair of shimmering, watery eyes were visible, now filled with terror.

Two three-and-a-half-year-olds, Chen Nianshen and Chen Muzhou.

They nestled together in her arms, one on each side.

Chen Nianshen, who usually has a stern, icy expression, was now clutching her mother's clothes tightly with her little hands.

The little head burrowed straight into Shen Wanzhou's arms.

The younger sister, Chen Muzhou, didn't even dare to open her eyes.

Her little hands tightly covered her ears, and she made intermittent, soft sobs.

During the day, while buying a castle locally.

The old Italian man who took the money did so to showcase the "cultural heritage" of the castle.

He casually mentioned a local legend that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

It is said that the basement of this ancient castle was once the sleeping place of a vampire count.

Every time the moon is full, strange noises are heard coming from the basement.

Normally, Shen Wanzhou would have just taken this as a marketing gimmick and ignored it.

But rather.

It was midnight.

From deep within the ancient castle, strange noises indeed came.

"Flap-flap-flap-"

A dull, scraping sound, like the flapping of giant wings, filled the air.

The sound clearly traveled into the master bedroom through the complex stone ventilation system inside the castle.

The sound was amplified infinitely in the silent night.

Each slap felt like a test of the psychological defenses of the mother and her two children.

Not only that.

Accompanied by that eerie flapping sound.

There is also a sharp, short one.

It sounds like a baby crying in suppressed pain.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The sound came from near and far, carrying a chilling echo.

Shen Wanzhou's breathing stopped instantly.

She was naturally timid; she used to cling to Chen Yuan in fear even in the fake haunted house at the amusement park.

Now, in this ancient castle in the middle of nowhere.

The immersive atmosphere of terror shattered all her reason.

"Chen...Chen Yuan..."

Her voice trembled, thick with nasal tone and a sob.

My legs were trembling involuntarily in bed.

"Did you hear that... in the basement...? There's a sound..."

Chen Yuan just came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a black silk bathrobe, with the belt loosely tied around her waist.

Water droplets slid down the lines of his strong chest muscles from his short hair.

It disappeared deep into the bathrobe.

There was not a trace of fear in his deep black eyes towards those eerie sounds.

The only unpleasant feeling was that his wife and children's sleep had been disturbed.

He strode quickly to the bedside.

They ignored the vampire legends.

His tall frame sat directly on the edge of the bed.

The slight sinking of the mattress instantly gave the mother and her two children a great sense of security.

Shen Wanzhou scrambled over to her.

She buried herself, blanket and all, in Chen Yuan's broad, warm embrace.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his strong waist.

The knuckles were pale and bloodless from excessive force.

The two little ones followed their mother's example and hugged Chen Yuan's legs on either side.

"Wow—Daddy, there's a monster!"

Chen Muzhou finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Tears and snot smeared all over Chen Yuan's bathrobe.

Although Chen Nianshen didn't cry out loud, her small chest was heaving violently.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

Looking at the big cat trembling in my arms and the two kittens hanging on my lap.

The chill in his eyes instantly melted into a pool of warm spring water.

He stretched out his large, well-defined hands.

One hand encircled Shen Wanzhou's slender back, patting it gently and rhythmically.

With her other hand, she ruffled the hair of both children.

"Don't be afraid, there are no monsters."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and mellow, exuding a steady power that could bring down the heavens.

"Those foreign legends are just for fooling cowards."

He lowered his head and placed a soothing kiss on Shen Wanzhou's smooth forehead with his cool, thin lips.

"Sweetie, cover your ears and close your eyes."

"I'll go down and take a look."

Hearing that he was leaving, Shen Wanzhou tightened her grip on his arm.

She looked up at her pale, tear-streaked face.

He shook his head frantically.

"No...don't go."

"What if... what if it really is..."

She bit her lower lip, not daring to utter the word.

They were afraid that if they spoke out, they would attract the things in the basement.

Chen Yuan looked at her, seeing how worried she was about him.

The most tender string in my heart was plucked hard.

He cupped her face, which had turned cold from fright.

He gently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye with the pad of his thumb.

Do you trust your husband?

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

Shen Wanzhou looked into his unfathomable black eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing all darkness.

The panic in my heart miraculously subsided by more than half.

She sniffed.

She slowly loosened her grip on his waist.

"Then...you must be careful."

She pulled the blanket over herself and held the two children in her arms.

Only her bright red eyes were visible, staring at him expectantly.

"Three minutes."

Chen Yuan stood up.

An old-fashioned grandfather clock in the corner of the hall ticked away.

The moment he turned around.

The tenderness and indulgence in his eyes when he faced his wife and children.

Like the receding tide, it was instantly and completely drained away.

Instead.

It's the kind of demonic aura forged in the blood and carnage of the dark web, capable of cleaving even a living god in two with a single blow.

The temperature around me plummeted below freezing.

Even the dust in the air seemed to be frozen by this murderous aura.

It's the middle of the night.

Who cares what kind of demons or monsters are below, or even a centuries-old zongzi?

He dared to scare his beloved wife and children.

Even if Satan crawled out from under the earth today, he would break its horns!

Chen Yuan strode towards the slightly ajar bedroom door.

His steps were steady and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The leather shoes made a chilling, faint sound as they stepped on the floor.

After calming his wife and children, Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a cold, murderous glint. He casually picked up a pure silver candlestick from the side of the door and said, "I want to see which deity dares to scare my wife."