Feng Shui

Capítulo 29

Joining the vampire clan is different. You'll possess speed and strength beyond the reach of ordinary people; you'll become their master, easily controlling their life and death. At that point, you'll no longer need the Zhang family, no longer need to appear in their household as a servant!

Even though the resentful thoughts were still trembling, the newly emerging ideas were now sweeping through his mind like wildfire on an autumn prairie.

That's enough, why suffer like this?

What's wrong with becoming a ghost?

"Yes, what's wrong with that?" he murmured as if possessed.

With this final surrender, something he had never felt before slowly grew and strengthened within him, like a scorching wind flowing into his veins and spreading throughout his body with each heartbeat.

As this warm current flowed, his restless heart seemed to calm down, the screams of his blood weakened considerably, and he gradually felt a strange sensation. Warmth, stinging pain, as if a lover's fiery hand had reached into his body, playfully kneading him with slight pressure.

He closed his eyes, and a comfortable groan escaped his lips uncontrollably. He tried to lift his legs to find a more comfortable position, but the woolen ropes wrapped around them held him back. He frowned, a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and twisted his body again, unconsciously using even more force to lift his legs.

Snap!

The crisp sound brought him back to his senses. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked down at his feet, only to find that the rope that had been wrapped around his feet had somehow broken off.

He was stunned for a moment, but before his muddled mind could clear up, the desire that had been dormant was awakened again.

Blood!

He wants blood!

At this moment, Feng Nian'en had no more thoughts of struggling. He suddenly jumped up from the chair, the woolen rope and handcuffs binding his hands causing the chair to bounce around the room. He frowned, wondering how he could have had such a childish and ridiculous idea before, actually preferring to be a weak human being.

He bent down and easily bit open the rope with fangs that he didn't even know had appeared out of nowhere, then picked up the key and unlocked the handcuffs.

He came out.

Although his inner needs were urging him on, his newly formed mind remained clear and rational. He easily bypassed the gatekeeper's gaze and walked out of the community. The sunlight didn't leave much warmth for the night; the May night sky still carried a hint of coolness.

Feng Nian'en moved quickly and silently, passing through rows of buildings and streets, until he arrived at the back door of an entertainment center.

Even though he was still outside, the various noises reached his ears. He curled his lips into a contemptuous smirk that he would never normally display, then pushed open the unlocked iron gate and went inside.

The middle-aged man guarding the back door glanced at him, but after confirming that he wasn't a police officer or anything like that, he turned away without showing any interest.

Feng Nian'en's gaze lingered on him for a moment, the scent of blood as alluring as the sweetest smile.

no.

He warned himself that this would cause trouble.

He continued forward, passing through the private rooms until he reached the main hall. The rotating lights made him blink uncomfortably, but the human scent wafting through the smoke excited him, and he took a deep breath.

There are too many people; it's not safe.

His clear and powerful will compelled him to lift his foot again. He slowly made his way to the second floor.

The sweltering air, carrying the scent of pine, reminded him of where he was. He pulled out a fifty-yuan note, received a towel and soap, and mechanically went inside.

The large bathhouse was not crowded. Apart from a few people getting massages on the sofa beds in the outer room, there were only three or four people soaking in the tub.

Feng Nian'en stepped into the pool, the thick smoke blurring the faces of people just inches away. He paused for a moment, then immediately followed after seeing someone get up and walk towards the sauna.

This was a slightly overweight man in his forties. His skin was well-maintained, but he was balding. He was not tall, about half a head shorter than Feng Nian'en, and about 1.7 meters tall.

Seeing someone enter the sauna with him, the man was slightly taken aback, then nodded, bent down to spread a towel on the stool, and was about to stand up when a strong hand covered his mouth and nose. Then he felt a numbness in his neck, as if a needle had been pierced into it. He twisted his body to struggle but found that his arms had been firmly fixed in place at some point.

murder!

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He was startled, thinking of Zhou Renkuan, who was vying with him for the position of bureau chief.

I won't let you get away with this! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you sit in that position!

Before he lost consciousness, he thought fiercely.

Feng Nian'en sucked on the food with gusto, his entire being immersed in a dreamlike and wonderful state.

Blood.

Human blood.

Fresh human blood.

Like someone who had eaten coarse grains for decades suddenly tasting white flour, Feng Nian'en finally experienced the wonderful taste of fresh human blood.

Yes, he had also drunk human blood. But that blood was cooled, and although it was also what he needed, it was fundamentally different from this warm blood, which still carried the pulsating power from the heart.

He finally understood why vampires were called the Blood Clan, and at that moment he was even glad that he was a member of the Blood Clan.

How wonderful! This is what I want, this is what I truly need.

He sucked, forgetting Feng Mingqian, forgetting Zhang Hanwen, forgetting the short-haired, foul-mouthed delinquent girl, forgetting all his previous desires. He forgot everything, only knowing to suck that beautiful liquid into his body, letting its warmth and smoothness flow down his mouth into his stomach, completely merging with his body.

He suckled passionately, unaware that his prey had fallen into a coma, unaware that his breathing was becoming weak—even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have cared.

What's the big deal? It's just a human being.

If I had known it would feel like this, why would I have run away? How foolish of me to want to give up something so comfortable.

The cramped sauna was undoubtedly paradise for Feng Nian'en at that moment. He sucked on the sauna, laughing at his earlier actions. But then, a sudden pain shot through his neck, and before he could think, the darkness of unconsciousness engulfed him…

"Feng Nian'en!"

Seeing that he had finally arrived at the garden, Zhang Hanwen urged impatiently, "Hurry up, come here!"

He rushed over in a panic, only to hear Zhang Hanwen shouting loudly, "See those? Yes, those are the dragonflies. I need you to catch one for me!"

“Dad says dragonflies are beneficial insects,” he said awkwardly, “because they eat mosquitoes.”

“Even if they eat tigers, I still want you to catch one for me,” Zhang Hanwen shouted. Seeing his troubled frown, he snorted, “Fool, just catch one, it’s no big deal.”

Feng Nian'en remained standing there, stunned. Zhang Hanwen called out in dissatisfaction, "Aren't you going to listen to me?"

"Okay," he replied helplessly, "but only one."

"I don't want any more if you catch too many." She pouted, but her eyes were already full of laughter.

Feng Nian'en found the net he usually used to catch small fish and began catching dragonflies flitting up and down along the pond. Although he was short and clumsy, it seemed as if all the dragonflies had gathered at the pond in the backyard of the Zhang family mansion on a summer evening, and he caught one in no time.

He carefully held the dragonfly's wings and handed it to the beaming Zhang Hanwen, saying as if to instruct, "Take a look and then release it."

"Let it go?" Zhang Hanwen pouted in dissatisfaction. "We finally caught it, how can we let it go? Go find a pair of scissors and let me cut off its wings so it won't fly away."

"How can you do that?" His eyes widened. "How will it eat mosquitoes if its wings are clipped?"

"Fool! It doesn't eat mosquitoes with its wings. We can just put a mosquito near its mouth and it will eat it." After she finished speaking, seeing that he was still standing there, she urged him impatiently, "Hurry up and go! Do you want it to fly away too?"

Feng Nian'en thought for a moment, and although he was filled with resentment, he still went to find scissors. He knew this was wrong, but he also felt it wouldn't do to disobey Zhang Hanwen; he never did anything to upset her. Although his father said dragonflies were beneficial insects, he comforted himself with the thought that just one shouldn't matter—it was only one, it wouldn't have a big impact.

But when he saw that the dragonfly's wings had actually been clipped, and watched that fragile life struggle and thrash on the ground, unable to take flight, he was seized by an emotion he didn't yet understand. He felt that he bore full responsibility for that life, and for the first time, he lost his temper with Zhang Hanwen, blaming her for clipping the dragonfly's wings.

"It's just a dragonfly!" Zhang Hanwen, who had never been contradicted before, retorted defiantly.

"I want to clip its wings, I want to prevent it from flying again!"

“A dragonfly?” Feng Nian’en also lost her temper. “You’re willing to cut off a dragonfly’s wings? How would you feel if your arm were cut off? How would you feel!”

He glared at her menacingly, his guilt towards the dragonfly turning into a torrent of rage. He even went up to her and shook her shoulders.

Zhang Hanwen was completely terrified. Having grown up pampered and spoiled, she had never experienced anything like this before. Even Zhang Jiru had never shown her such a fierce expression.

"Look how pitiful it is! How pitiful it is!" Although he had a lot to say and a lot of thoughts in his heart, he was too young to express them. He could only say over and over again, "How pitiful it is! Because of you, it lost its wings! It can't fly anymore! It can never fly again! How pitiful! How could you do this!"

"How could you do this? How could you do this..."

That's a life too! How can you just destroy it like that? Just because you can hold it and control it, does that mean you can disregard its feelings?

He shouted in his heart, as if the long-suppressed emotions had finally found a window to be released, as if the knot of frustration in his heart could finally be transformed into language. Just as he was about to shout, he suddenly felt a chill sweep over his whole body.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a face as pure and delicate as a porcelain doll, but the slender eyes on that face were looking at him with a cold and mocking expression.

"Ruo, Ruoya...?"

It felt like countless centuries had passed before Feng Nian'en finally uttered the name, which wasn't very familiar but he would never forget. He got up from the ground, wiped his face, and, unaware that he was now soaking wet, shouted in a stern voice with a hint of fear, "Don't tell me this is another coincidence!"

“It’s not a coincidence.” Ruoya’s calm voice was unaffected by his fluctuating emotions. “I’ve been following you.”

Feng Nian'en was stunned. After a long while, she finally managed to utter a few words, somewhat at a loss: "The Prince promised."

"I'm following you only because you're Cangya's junior, not because the prince ordered me to." She sat in her chair, looking at him leisurely, her bloodless lips speaking softly.

Feng Nian'en understood her meaning. The prince hadn't gone back on his word. And if he weren't Cangya's junior, this porcelain doll-like woman wouldn't have given him a second glance.

He looked down at the water stains at his feet, feeling utterly powerless.

"Is it my fault for disturbing your meal?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruoya said, "Logically speaking, this is your first time replenishing yourself with fresh human blood, so I should let you have a good meal, but—" She stopped there, her face becoming serious, her tone becoming somewhat stern, "I hope you can be more self-controlled in the future, because causing trouble is not good for our clan!"

Feng Nian'en listened in a daze. At first, he didn't understand what she meant, but when he realized he was only wearing underwear, and when he saw his blurry reflection on the floor, that frantic scene, dripping from the water droplets running down his hair, reached his eyes...

His body trembled uncontrollably, as if a giant hand was twisting his stomach violently. He opened his mouth wide, but forgot to breathe. Finally, he raised his head, staring in terror at the woman opposite him, unconsciously uttering short, gurgling sounds.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it for you," she said casually. "Others will think he was overwhelmed by the heat, and he himself will think it was just a nightmare."

"That person... isn't dead yet?" he asked with a sense of relief, as if he had finally been rescued from the water.

Ruoya frowned: "I hope you will be more careful in the future. Although it's not a big deal to kill someone, since our lineage has joined the Camarilla Treaty, we can't act without some consideration. If you really want to do that, I advise you to be more discreet. As long as you don't arouse the suspicion of those humans, the prince won't say anything."

"He's really not dead?" Ignoring Wakaya's admonition, he asked again urgently.

"Didn't I tell you there wasn't any left?" Ruoya said impatiently. "If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving." As she spoke, she walked to the window, then turned back as if she had suddenly remembered something. "Since you've changed your mind, go back to see the Prince in the next couple of days. Although Cangya is still in confinement, I can still tell you a few things to be aware of."

Before Feng Nian'en could answer, she leaped out of the window, her lithe figure disappearing swiftly into the deep blue sky like a bat in the night.

It took Feng Nian'en a long time to understand the meaning of that last sentence. He clenched his fists, staring tremblingly at the endless darkness outside the window that looked like the gaping maw of a monster. Finally, he punched himself in the face and collapsed onto the cold floor.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Feng Nian'en couldn't remember exactly how much time had passed. He lay on the floor like a dead fish, devoid of all feeling, until the loud knocking made him dizzy and he stood up. He dazedly put on some clothes and walked to open the door as if in a dream.

The girl jumped in, looking somewhat annoyed, and asked him why he wouldn't open the door.

"I wasn't paying attention." He was surprised that he could answer the question so calmly.

"Didn't you notice?" the girl exclaimed dramatically. "Even if you're a hibernating bear, it's time I woke you up!"