Chapter 970: Strategy for Vampire Hunters

"Suspension of school... doesn't it mean that every vampire has to stay here for two years?" Seeing the panic in his mother's expression that he had never seen before, Feng Guang couldn't help but feel scared, "What on earth is going on?"

"You don't need to know so much. I'm going to find Mingxun. I'm going to take you back today. Before I come back, you stay in the room and don't go anywhere." Wang Ci raised his hand again, and the disappearing vines returned. Rushing through the room at an extremely fast speed, she turned around, opened the door and walked out. Soon, the door was also entangled in vines.

The windows and doors were sealed by living vines. Looking around at the scenery, she suddenly felt frightened by the empty room. She slowly sat on the ground and hugged her knees tightly. Wang Ci's performance made her feel I... have a powerless panic.

On the other side of the door, Xia Chao saw Wang Ci coming out with a strange expression. He glanced at the closed door worriedly and asked hurriedly: "Did something happen to Fengguang?"

"I told you..." Wang Ci grasped the hand handed over by Xia Chao, the fear in her eyes reached an extreme, "More than three hundred years ago... that night when the pure blood was massacred, I also at the scene……"

"I know." Xia Chao hugged her tightly, "It's all over. You survived. There is nothing better than this."

Wang Ci is still a young vampire. When the massacre occurred more than 300 years ago, she was only six years old. It was a major festival for the vampire clan at that time. All children over six years old... children with pure blood, must I went to the Senate to be baptized. At that time, although there were not many pure bloods, they were not as rare as they are now. At the end of the ceremony, a man suddenly came.

The blood blurred Wang Ci's memory. She only remembered that the man killed all the children with the scythe of death. She hid behind a tree and used vines to cover herself, but he still discovered her.

She thought she was going to die.

But the man put away the sickle and slowly squatted down in front of her. He picked off a flower from the vine with his fingers, "Control life? This is really a beautiful talent..."

Wang Ci still remembered that the man's eyes were red, redder like blood than any vampire's eyes. From his eyes, she saw her two lifelines, one was to die by his hands, and the other was to die at his hands. One... is the life after she survives.

It was at that time that six-year-old Wang Ci knew that if she could survive, she would have a husband named Xia Chao and a daughter named Fengguang... But human life is too long, and her young mind could not After bearing such a huge amount of information, before her consciousness fell into coma, she heard the man who had watched her whole life sigh, "So... I would fall in love with such a little girl."

She didn't know that when the man was looking at her life, a picture of him and her daughter appeared.

That memory was too vague. Apart from the blood on the floor, Wang Ci could not remember many things clearly... The only thing she remembered was two things.

The bloody massacre, and the black rose carved on his scythe.

Every vampire family will have a family crest, which will be directly reflected on their spiritual weapons. The rose family crest is not uncommon among vampire families, because the representative flower of vampires is the rose.

Maybe it's red, maybe it's white...

But Wang Ci had only seen the black rose flower once, and it was on the weapon of the massacre.