The Blood Hourglass

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"The shopkeeper is here, the shopkeeper is here, be quiet, everyone!" The management voice floated from somewhere. Immediately, the hall became silent, and the original small discussion stopped. All of them stood up, even Sinmo and Lisa at our table stood up respectfully, not to mention Bourne. And I, of course, would not be so respectful, after all, I don't even know what he looks like, so why stand and suffer! And what I have always followed is: you can sit and never stand, you can lie down and never sit, so it is completely impossible for me to stand up to meet him. But one thing that gives me a headache is that I can't see what kind of person he is when I sit like this (In this article, people include ordinary and extraordinary.)

Fortunately, this shopkeeper happened to come in through the inner door next to us. Although it was not close, I could still see it clearly.

A black leather trench coat, short black hair, and black eyes. Familiar and beautiful colors, in general, he is not a person that I hate. When he passed by us, he turned his head and smiled at us, and then walked straight to the small stage diagonally across from us. On that stage was a black grand piano, and the person playing now Long ago nowhere. When he stepped onto the stage, he turned to face everyone, looking sharply at everyone present. But the original silence remained in the hall, without a trace of noise.

"As in previous years, I came here today, just want to ask, friends present, who has known or heard of a person named Lou Yu." I saw that the shopkeeper was silent for a while, slowly Asked.

"No!" "No!" Then a loud answer came from the hall. After a while, the answer stopped, and then there was silence again.

"Will it be him!" I sighed softly.

"You know?" Accompanied by these three words, before I could react, my whole body was lifted up by an invisible force, floating above the ‘Holy Banquet’. This feeling of flying in the air is not good, but it is not bad, as if the whole body has lost its gravity all at once, lightly, without knowing where to put the hands. Sinmo and Lisa, who were standing next to me, were stunned, looking at me floating up, unable to say a word.

"I don't know if you're talking about him." I looked straight at him blankly, without fear.

"Are you really not afraid of it?" He was surprised at my calmness.

"What do you think?" I'm still like that, and now I'm used to this kind of floating, I feel more natural and comfortable, and I'm more casual when talking.

"It's really rare for a little human girl to have such courage, okay? As long as you answer my question seriously, I promise you won't hurt you a bit." He smiled heartily, as if to gift me something. of.

"What do you want to know?" At this time, I felt strange in my heart, as if I believed that he was the person in front of me, but why he thought so, but there was no objective reason at all.

"Well, the Lou Yu you know is a man, right?" the shop owner asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"He is with a woman?" the shopkeeper asked again.

"Yes." I answered again.

"That woman should be very old, right?" the shopkeeper asked next.

"No, she is his wife, she looks as young as him." I continued.

"Does he have a mother?" The tone of the shopkeeper's question was somewhat different.

"As far as I know, he died soon after being abandoned by his father." I was as calm as before, or I tried my best to pretend to be calm.

"Really?" The shopkeeper's face flashed with sadness.

"That's what I know he told me." I replied mechanically, because I don't want any emotional words to reproduce the past that settled in my mind, especially those extremely unpleasant pictures.

"Is he a human or a vampire?" The shopkeeper continued to ask after thinking for a moment.

"I was a man before 1989, then became a nobleman." Why do I remember so clearly that it was 1989?

"How could he become a vampire?" The shopkeeper asked more and more, and asked more and more carefully.

"In order to save his child, I sucked the blood of a vampire." I said word by word, seemingly without brain thinking.

"Then how is he now?" The shopkeeper paused and continued.

"He is dead." There was a sudden twitch in my heart, and my brain went blank.

"How did he die?" The shop owner's voice was no longer so calm, but trembling slightly.

"Killed." At this time, the pain in my heart is beyond words.

"Impossible, it is impossible for him to be killed easily." The shopkeeper's voice at this time was already a little crazy.

"He was indeed killed." I said these words with great pain, and every word I said seemed to pierce an ice cone into my heart.

"Who killed him?" The words of the shopkeeper seemed to come out of his mouth with hellfire.

"I don't want to say any more!" I finally broke down and shouted,

"No, you have to tell me!" The shopkeeper stretched out his right hand, with a slight stroke, I flew so violently, and finally stopped in front of him. At such a close distance, I can feel every breath coming from him very clearly.

"You!" Suddenly an unforgettable sense of familiarity hit every conscious nerve of mine.

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