On the path in the hospital's convalescent area, Song Tianyou walked side by side with Mr. Blind, while behind them, the Song brothers maintained a distance of six or seven ters, following along with Song Haoran.
With Song Haoran's extraordinary perception and the martial artists’ instincts of the Song brothers, they were unable to hear the conversation between Song Tianyou and Mr. Blind.
They knew this was Mr. Blind's thod—no matter if they were face to face, if Mr. Blind did not wish for others to hear, they could not.
"Is Lord Song worried because of the undead trouble at the ancient castle?"
Song Tianyou glanced at Mr. Blind and shook his head. "With you here, what evil do I have to fear? I'm just thinking of sothing else."
Mr. Blind asked, "What is it?"
Song Tianyou stopped and gazed at the stars. "Do you rember our first encounter?"
Mr. Blind nodded. "Of course, I rember. At that ti, Lord Song was being hunted in the South Seas, and I happened to pass by."
Song Tianyou still felt, "If it weren't for your rescue, I would probably never have left the South Seas and would not have established the Song family's current foundation in this foreign land. Your kindness, I will never forget. That’s why I set a family motto: all descendants of the Song family must respect you as they would respect ."
"No need for that," Mr. Blind replied calmly. "I have already accepted the Song family's offerings; we simply need to fulfill our respective needs."
Song Tianyou just smiled and did not continue that topic. Instead, he suddenly looked at a faint star in the sky and said, "You once ntioned that there is the aura of the Purple Micro Star on ; do you rember?"
Mr. Blind responded, "The Song family is originally a royal descendant; Song Taizu was recognized as the true dragon son of heaven by the world. Even with the rise and fall of dynasties, the dragon aura of the Chinese land still blesses the descendants. Though the Song family has endured many hardships, it has never perished, maintaining a trace of its lineage. The dragon aura of the land is a wonderful fate—after enduring tribulations, like a butterfly erging from its chrysalis, it inevitably leads to the ergence of a person of great wealth and status. You, Lord Song, are that destined person."
Song Tianyou suddenly sighed, worriedly asking, "What will happen to the Song family after I die?"
Mr. Blind said, "Miss Song Ying has the deanor of wealth and will live without worries. As for the young master Song, he is exceptionally gifted and will find his own opportunities; there is no need for you to worry."
"What about the descendants of my elder brother?" Song Tianyou suddenly inquired. "I have been searching for news about my elder brother and his descendants all these years, only because you once told that my elder brother’s lineage has not been cut off, which is why I have persevered. But over a year ago, you told that the fate was in chaos, and I could no longer divine whether that descendant exists, which left in despair."
Mr. Blind replied, "I still cannot divine it now. He exists and does not exist; it is not just fate—there are even fewer clues. The heavenly secrets seem to be incredibly obscure."
"Are you suggesting that we might be looking for the wrong person?" Song Tianyou frowned.
Mr. Blind shook his head. "Not necessarily. Fate and heavenly secrets are both ethereal concepts; on the contrary, modern science has its rits. What science can prove may not be possible through ancient thods. Recently, for so unknown reason, the fortunes of the Song family have suddenly surged, vaguely protected by the trends of heaven and earth… I deduce this should be due to the return of your elder brother's descendants."
"Heaven and earth... trends?" Song Tianyou was taken aback.
Mr. Blind remained silent for a mont before solemnly saying, "I have said that the Song family is truly a descendant of the dragon son of heaven. Even with the rise and fall of dynasties, that supre status recognized by heaven and earth still lies within the fate of the Song family's descendants... The sudden increase in fortunes of the Song family, and the extent of that increase, is sothing I have never witnessed in my life. Perhaps this supre earthly aura will manifest in the descendants of the Song family who have returned."
"Are you saying Luo Qiu... has the fate of the dragon son of heaven?" Song Tianyou opened his mouth, astonished.
"In today's world, there is no longer the concept of a dynasty."
Mr. Blind shook his head again. "Whether he can beco a dragon and rise to the peak of mortals still depends on many unpredictable factors. Furthermore, I have yet to et this Young Master Qiu personally, so I cannot make a definitive statent. However, one thing I can be certain of is that the sudden surge in fortunes for the Song family will benefit not only the family but also everyone connected to them, even , as I feel my own fortunes have been influenced. Perhaps... perhaps the entire Song family will advance further because of this."
The pinnacle of the family has already reached the level of a clan... If the pinnacle of the clan advances further, Song Tianyou's expression beca serious.
That would an... the realm of a nation.
"This matter is significant, and I will keep it a secret." Song Tianyou pondered for a mont. "I had so reservations in my heart, but now, after hearing your words, I am enlightened and have made up my mind."
Seemingly aware of Song Tianyou's intentions, Mr. Blind unexpectedly said, "There is no need for you to rush, Lord Song. Human power has its limits, and fate is elusive. It's better to plan before acting."
"I will follow your advice." Song Tianyou nodded.
In the night, a scream suddenly echoed from the hospital, startling both Song Tianyou and Mr. Blind, as well as the Song brothers and Song Haoran.
…
I wonder if Miss Ying's temperant will embarrass Young Master Qiu... Uncle Wu, hands behind his back, strolled along the corridor of the hospital ward, and eventually concluded that matters concerning the younger generation should be left to them to handle; the older generation should not worry too much.
What puzzled Uncle Wu, however, was that after Luo Qiu awakened, he had imdiately called for assistance using the call button at the head of the bed, but not only did the doctors not co, even the nurses took a long ti to show up.
Is the hospital really this busy tonight...? Could it be because they are busy dealing with the injured brought in by the rescue team from the ancient castle?
Uncle Wu knocked on the duty room door but found no one inside. He frowned in confusion but suddenly heard strange noises coming from beneath one of the desks in the duty room.
Curiously, Uncle Wu slowly walked over to that desk.
"Is there sothing wrong?"
Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly ca from behind him. Uncle Wu quickly turned around to see a slightly fatigued young doctor.
Uncle Wu replied indifferently, "Nothing much. I pressed the call button and didn’t see anyone co, so I ca to check."
The young doctor glanced into the duty room and said, "They must be too busy; they’ve probably pulled the staff from here... Which ward? I’ll head over right away."
"A-01 Ward."
The young doctor paused, then quickly nodded. "Sir, please wait a mont. I’ll put down so things and go right over."
He knew the identity of the person in that ward was definitely not simple—because it was the best ward in the hospital.
Uncle Wu nodded. "That’s fine; I’ll head back first."
The young doctor quickly replied, "Okay," watching Uncle Wu leave slowly. Once alone, the young doctor let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead. Tonight had been exceedingly busy; he hadn’t even had ti for dinner and was already starving. However, he figured he should check on Ward A-01 before grabbing a bite.
He poured himself a glass of water, intending to finish it before looking for the dical records and then heading over.
However, just as the young doctor was drinking his water, he suddenly heard strange sounds behind him, which piqued his curiosity, prompting him to turn around. The noise seed to be coming from a corner in front of him.
The young doctor frowned and stepped over with his water cup, but when he reached a position where he could see, he found nothing amiss.
Just a chair that had been slightly moved, and a few docunts that had fallen to the floor.
The young man shook his head, thinking he might be too tired. He walked over, bent down to pick up the docunts on the floor, and placed them back on the table, then glanced at a photo on the table.
This was his colleague's desk, and the photo shows him with his girlfriend... The young doctor smiled gently.
He suddenly thought, how nice it would be to have a girlfriend. However, a doctor’s schedule is far too busy; there’s hardly any ti to get sick, let alone find love.
He chuckled at himself and turned around, but in that mont, he was startled... it was his colleague.
At that mont, his colleague had his head lowered, his body trembling slightly. The young doctor sighed, “You scared to death!”
He casually patted his colleague’s shoulder, but the colleague remained still, head down. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Jack? Are you okay?” the young man called out again.
Just then, his colleague Jack suddenly raised his head, his face pale, eyes rolled back, and his mouth wide open!
Ah—!!!
The paper cup fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere...
...
...
Zhong Luoyue did not imdiately return to et Ouyang Jie but instead went to a private ward. She instructed her bodyguards to wait outside while she entered alone.
This ward was certainly not as secure and well-equipped as the best one, but it was among the better ones in the hospital.
Inside the ward was not a patient, but a girl who looked as if she had albinism.
When Zhong Luoyue entered after knocking, the girl was standing by the window, gazing into the distance.
Zhong Luoyue thought the girl must have heard her enter, so she was not abrupt but directly asked, “Is this the direction of your ho?”
The girl turned her head: Elizabeth.
Elizabeth looked at Zhong Luoyue and said, “My grandfather told that after this hunting day, we won’t go ho right away but will first visit the diterranean, where my mother grew up…”
She lowered her head, and although she smiled, it was heart-wrenching. She whispered, “Grandpa said that I have too few opportunities to move around outside, so he wanted to take this chance to travel a little; I’m actually looking forward to it.”
Zhong Luoyue patted Elizabeth on the shoulder, “Your grandfather will be very happy to see you able to walk freely now.”
Because of a psychic journey, Zhong Luoyue’s mories beca intertwined with Elizabeth’s past.
Due to this entanglent, even though she had never truly t Aamon, at this mont, Zhong Luoyue felt a deep sadness that was not her own, yet felt very real.
She and Elizabeth had only known each other for half a day, yet it felt as if they were lifelong friends—a truly strange thing.
“What are your plans after this?” Zhong Luoyue suddenly asked.
Elizabeth shook her head, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll wander around, see the outside world, or perhaps go back ho to sort so things out. Honestly, I don’t even know if I can manage it. Grandpa used to take care of everything, and I spent most of my ti just sleeping.”
Although Elizabeth was considered a mixed breed among vampires and not highly regarded, when her father was alive, he was indeed a pureblood vampire and owned several businesses.
Zhong Luoyue thought for a mont and said, “Why don’t you co with for now?”
Elizabeth looked at Zhong Luoyue.
“I’m doing this for myself as well,” Zhong Luoyue said seriously. “Given my current situation, I feel very uneasy without an ‘elder’ around. You might think this is putting pressure on you, but at least I can guarantee that I can offer you a lot of help and assist with your family’s affairs... Of course, I have no intention of coveting those assets.”
Elizabeth shook her head, “Your family is much wealthier than mine; I’m not worried about that. Because of our entangled mories from the psychic journey, we now feel like family. I’m more than willing to help you... But I still want to visit my mother’s hotown first; at the very least, I want to lay my grandmother to rest beside my mother’s grave.”
“Of course.” Zhong Luoyue was overjoyed. “I’ll accompany you; it’ll be good to have another person around.”
She had felt a bit anxious about whether Elizabeth would agree to her request, but to her surprise, Elizabeth readily accepted.
As a newborn vampire, with her deceased elder, Lady Eve, Elizabeth constantly felt a sense of loneliness and helplessness. Having a fellow kindred nearby naturally made her feel more at ease.
As for how to face the Zhong family affairs in the future... Zhong Luoyue planned to take this opportunity to accompany Elizabeth to the diterranean, to think things over and reflect for a while.
“From now on, just call Yue’er.” Zhong Luoyue smiled and said, “That’s what my family calls .”
“Yue’er.” Elizabeth smiled slightly, her expression relaxing, losing so of its gloom.
But just then, Elizabeth frowned, her gaze fixed on the door of the ward.
“What’s wrong?” Zhong Luoyue asked curiously.
Elizabeth’s expression turned serious, “I sll the scent of corpses, and... there are quite a few.”
As she spoke, the door to the ward was suddenly burst open, revealing a bodyguard lying on the ground, with a middle-aged man in a janitor's uniform crouched over him.
The janitor... was biting the neck of the bodyguard.
This scene was deeply engraved in Zhong Luoyue's mory—because it resembled the zombies she had seen in the labyrinth of the ancient castle!
“How could this happen... how can there be zombie in the hospital?” Zhong Luoyue retreated in fear.
“Perhaps soone among the survivors got infected...” Elizabeth frowned.
At that mont, the janitor, now a zombie, lifted his head, his mouth sared with blood and flesh. Elizabeth's lips moved, revealing two sharp fangs as she opened her mouth and emitted a low growl.
The janitor zombie let out another roar and ignored her, continuing to feast on the blood and flesh of the bodyguard.
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