Chapter 28 Section VII

Maple Leaf Street is the famous red-light district in Lecheng. There are dozens of brothels, five on the left and six on the right. Fox guards.They are one male and one female, and the female has only a pair of winking eyes, which can smell the fullness of the guests who come in; the male has fierce eyes, which block the evil spirits and vengeful souls who want to come in to make trouble. When the golden gate of the building was pushed open, two gilded statues with sphinx faces at the gate spit out flames, welcoming you to the paradise on earth.In the center of the "land" is a merry-go-round, where drugged prostitutes sit atop listless lions, tigers, leopards, and horses, playing their erotic games in seductive and bold poses.

Yan Beixiang lives in a room on the top floor, where there is a balcony where she can see everything below.At this moment, he was patiently waiting for his little devil to take the bait.He knew he still had a little time, so he stayed in the study to read.The collection of books here is comparable to that of the most knowledgeable scholars. Yan Beixiang reads all kinds of books: history, biography, philosophy, literature, poetry, obscene books, sorcery, magic, all eclectic.His greed for knowledge is no less than his greed for money and pleasure. It was almost time, and he put down the book he was reading. On that page, there was a mention of a horrible creature that was neither human nor ghost—the vampire.

"Tonight, I am a vampire!" He smiled lewdly, left the study, and went back to his room with a brocade canopy bed covered with animal skins. When he stepped in, he found that Lan Yue'er was already waiting in his room.She was wearing a black cloak, and the face under the hood was dark and gloomy.He was slightly taken aback, unable to figure out how she got in. "It was the gatekeeper who brought me here." Lan Yue'er told Yan Beixiang.She took off her hood, revealing a face, looking at him with charming eyes. Those eyes made him relax immediately, blaming himself for using a bit more magic on her to make her look a bit evil.He thought that as long as he could live with the two black foxes he raised outside, he wouldn't be able to hurt Yan Beixiang.Of course, he didn't know that at this time, the two gatekeeper foxes were lying outside with frightened eyes open, and a group of bats were licking blood on them.

"Mr. Yan, your place is so beautiful!" Lan Yue'er leaned on the balcony of the room, looking at the carousel below and said. He walked slowly to her side, looked at her with lecherous eyes, and said, "It's getting late, let's rest." She turned her head to look at him, and asked him with a smile: "Mr. Yan, don't you recognize me?" He was suspicious for a moment, and asked with a smile, "Have we met?" Lan Yueer nodded. "Could it be in the previous life?" He asked her pretending to be affectionate. He made her sick, and she wanted to tear him to pieces and throw him to the lions, but a man had a right to know why he deserved to die.

"Didn't you ask me to remember you well at that time?" There was no smile on her face. His face winced under his black bowler hat. He had said this to only one person, a little girl, who had escaped from him. "You remember?" she said. "I didn't expect you to grow up so big." He said, wondering what she was thinking, wondering why she seemed to be out of his spell. "There is something I want to tell you." She stared at him strangely. He took a step back defensively, surrounded and protected himself with black magic. "What is it?" he asked.

"You stink!" She said with a sip, her eyes turned red with rage. He turned around and tried to escape, but the black cloak on her body suddenly unfolded like wings, rolled up Yan Beixiang, and threw her onto the bed covered with animal skins. "You are right in saying that there is no God in this world." She came to his bedside and said to him slowly, her voice like a song. There was a sound of flapping wings, and a group of hungry vampire bats seemed to smell the smell of prey. They rushed in from the balcony of the room, with a deafening sound of flapping wings, and screamed, they rushed towards the person on the bed, grabbing him with sharp claws.

For the first time in his life, the sorcery that Yan Beixiang had learned was useless and could not save him.He opened his eyes in fear, and his body was covered with gobbled up cloth. The beasts ate with gusto, blood spattered everywhere.In a moment there was not a bone or a drop of blood on the bed, only a black bowler hat on the hide. Lanyue'er Fufu sang a song, a song of friendship, for the swing girl who saved her life with her own life.She smoothed her hair, and blue butterflies fluttered above her head.She pulled up her hood to hide her face.Let those bats enjoy it, she doesn't want to suck Yan Beixiang's blood, this man's blood will only stain her.

Then she let the poor whores on the merry-go-round go home, and she released the bony, starving animals. No one cared where Yan Beixiang from the "Happy Land" on Maple Leaf Street went, they only knew that he left in a hurry and even forgot to take the black bowler hat that he never took off.However, even when he died, no one heard of him. The vast sea of ​​books in the room has since lost their owners, but they are not lonely. Knowledge is never lonely, but those who read them feel lonely.