REBIRTH OF THE QUEEN

Nowadays, they were all descending the stairs from the second floor, led by Zhou, Fu Xie Lan, and the others following the man into the room he was referring to yesterday.

Exiting the door at the end of the corridor, they all walked to the left side of the castle, to the door that was there.

The sun had started to move along its axis, there was no sound except for the sound of their footsteps. It was deserted, and only a few people met during the trip. There was no sound or any conversation between them.

"Perhaps you will feel a little uncomfortable if you enter this room," Zhou said suddenly stopping his steps and turning to face Fu Xie Lan and the others.

"Don't worry about us. Let's just go in first," Xue Ning replied immediately.

"All right, Miss," the man said then turned back and began to open the door.

Entering the room, Fu Xie Lan's brow furrowed faintly. Behind the door they had just passed, there was another door, not just one, but three, and each one the same thickness.

Those who were with Fu Xie Lan exchanged glances, feeling the same way as the girl.

Judging from the many doors they passed, Fu Xie Lan guessed that the room they were about to enter was a place that might store valuables.

The sound of the door creaking open, allowing anyone to see the entire contents of the room. Instantly the smell of blood wafted and raced into their senses of smell. The smell is so strong. Even Xue Ning suddenly felt nauseous but tried her best to restrain herself and try to normalize her feelings.

Fu Xie Lan's previous guess turned out to be right, right in front of her at this time, as far as the eye could see, there were only shelves filled with bottles and jugs filled with blood. From the large ones to the small ones that could be found there, not only that, the color of the blood that entered their sight was different. Several shelves with bottles filled with bright red blood. While the others are a little dark in color and also look a bit thick.

Fu Xie Lan, Xue Ning, and the others instantly shuddered on the spot witnessing the scene.

The room was where the Wang family's Clan blood was stored. No wonder they had to go through several doors to get in.

"The room is upstairs, miss," said Zhou, turning his head slightly.

Fu Xie Lan just nodded in agreement, and then followed Zhou's footsteps as he walked back.

Passing several shelves, occasionally Fu Xie Lan held her breath, she hated the smell of blood.

Where did this much blood come from?

They firmly believed that all the red liquid had already taken many lives.

Keep walking until they reach a staircase that leads to the second floor.

Up there Fu Xie Lan only saw a room. There were no more shelves or bottles filled with blood like on the ground floor, making him take a deep breath. Even so, the smell of blood still smelt thick but at least the scene before she was a little better.

"Come on, Miss," Zhou said turning to where the girl was, Fu Xie Lan could see the man's eyes were turning red, indicating that he was a pure-blooded Vampire.

Entered a white room, not too wide, only chairs and a table, and books neatly tucked away on the shelves on each side of the wall.

Fu Xie Lan caught a glimpse of one of the book titles, it was only about Vampires.

Zhao seemed to walk to the side of the wall and grabbed one of the books there. At the same time, the bookshelf vibrated and then moved sideways a few centimeters and then rotated at an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees, revealing a white room with adequate lighting.

The Voltex in the girl's cosmic bag continued to vibrate.

"Please come in, Miss, Master," said Zhou, slightly stepping aside to allow the wizards to enter the room.

"Ehm.. thank you," replied Fu Xie Lan immediately followed by the others.

And in the next second, everyone stared in amazement at the contents of the room, including Fu Xie Lan.

"Zhou, these all belong to your family?" Xue Ning asked enthusiastically.

"That's right, Miss. These are all relics of our ancestors," the man replied immediately. the whole room was filled with glass boxes containing various types of magic stones, even the magician's mana in the room felt very thick, making them instantly feel at home.

The stones seemed to shimmer in the light of the lanterns that lit up the room. From small to large, everything is in the room, has a different color with a different shape.

Immediately Xue Ning and the others rushed in all directions, taking a look at all the stones. Except for Fu Xue Lan and Wan Lie who seemed to be standing still on the spot.

Although the two of them also felt amazed, that didn't mean the girl's focus was diverted. Since entering the room, there was only one thing he was looking for. Red stone.

"Where did all these magic stones come from, Zhou?" Xue Ning asked without taking her eyes off the glass case in front of her.

"I don't know either, Miss. Because when I was born this room was already there."

"I didn't expect vampires to like magical things," Xu Ning said again.

"One of our ancestors was of mixed blood, Miss."

"Wizard and Vampire blood, but Vampire blood dominates over his body. Even so, he is still very obsessed with magic, even magic stones like this he collects too," Zhou replied that very second.

Xue Ning just nodded her head in understanding, as she scanned one glass case after another.

Magic stones are one of the weakest magic items. The stone had no use at all except for decoration.

And that thing is usually mostly used by tier-one magicians. Decorate swords, spear handles, bows, and so on.

Xue Ning suddenly remembered her bow.

"Zhou.. can I have one of these magic stones?" said the girl.

"Of course, Miss. You can choose. Besides, our family doesn't know how to use it either, after my ancestor died, this place was neglected and I only visited occasionally to clean it up."

"Is that true?" Xue Ning asked turning to the source of the voice.

"Sure, miss."

"Then I'd like to ask for two, may I?"

"Tch… you shameless," suddenly a voice sounded, and it was Wan Lie.

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