"Brother Yama, can you get some fresh blood?" The Blood Earl's feeble voice rang out.
"Uh? Let me heal your wounds." Only then did Lin Hai notice how weak the Blood Earl had become, with his legs blown off, a large dent in his chest bone, and the left half of his head caved in. It's uncertain whether he'll have any long-term effects, like—being brain-damaged.
The Blood Earl shook his head: "It's useless, blood has the greatest effect on my recovery."
"Sh*t, you can't really be a vampire, right?" Lin Hai's eyes widened. The Blood Earl, who was experienced and well-studied in history, completely fits the standard of a long-lived old monster.
The Blood Earl gave Lin Hai a dismissive look, as if he were looking at an "idiot," and said, "There's no such thing as vampires in this world."
"I've been in the international Dark Underground World for many years, and I've never seen anyone recover by sucking blood."
