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A blood moon hung high, bathing the entire town in crimson. A figure, like a ghost, moved silently across the rooftops of varying heights.

It is precisely the gap in the pool.

The Flesh and Blood Mastery was temporarily boosted to five points, and the resulting changes were particularly astonishing.

With a light tap of his foot, his body shot out several meters away like an arrow, traversing rooftops and walls with incredible speed.

The night wind whistled in his ears, yet he felt incredibly light, as if he had broken free from the earth's constraints.

"No wonder players say that Flesh and Blood Mastery is the strongest skill in the early game," Chi Que thought to himself.

What surprised him even more was that the slight increase in elemental mastery and the enhanced perception of blood elements resonated subtly with his already high spirituality of eight points under the blood moon.

The thick aura of blood permeating the air was, at this moment, as clearly visible to him as a river.

He has a keen ability to perceive the concentration and direction of blood flow in the surrounding environment, as if he has a map cheat.

At the same time, this also brought him an unexpected advantage in mobility. With a slight thought, he could subtly disturb the dense blood energy in the surrounding environment. Although he could not fly directly, he could glide easily.

With his formidable physique, combined with his spirituality and blood perception, Chi Que at this moment was like a true nocturnal creature, traversing the town and greedily absorbing the geographical advantages bestowed by the Blood Moon.

When he encountered monsters, he killed them as if they were toys. If they were residents who attacked him, he would not hesitate to fight back. In just a short time, he had already collected nearly a hundred blood coins.

"It's too slow." However, even though he had already recouped his costs, he felt little joy.

Fighting is only permitted in the Blood Mist Zone, but on the first day of the festival, the Blood Mist will only last for one hour. After that, the festival will return to normal, and fighting will be prohibited.

But for him, that was far from enough.

Although his powerful spirituality prevented him from going mad, the pot of thick soup still made Chi Que somewhat excited at this moment.

It didn't go so far as to attack innocent passersby, but it did make him instinctively crave blood and killing.

"The wind direction has changed." Chi Que suddenly stopped moving at high speed and turned his head to look to his left.

Just now, he sensed a change in the flow of blood energy; there, it seemed, something huge was being created.

"I hope this will bring me joy." He laughed loudly, his figure almost transforming into a dark red streak of light.

He landed steadily on a street lamp not far away, where the area had almost become a ruin.

Several players stood with their backs against the wall, ready for battle.

Dark red blood mist churned in the street, the outline of some kind of giant beast faintly visible, accompanied by heavy breathing.

Noticing the commotion behind them, the players turned around abruptly and saw a blood-red figure emerging from the darkness like a demon, stepping through the mist. With his appearance, a stench of blood assaulted their senses.

With tigers in front and wolves behind, the player group was immediately on high alert. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, had a solemn expression: "As a member of the vampire clan, you can't even hold back on the first day?"

"Oh?" Chi Que raised an eyebrow. Did they think he was a native, and a vampire at that?

Moreover, judging from his words, it seems that some members of the vampire clan also participated in the celebration.

"What others do is none of my business!" Chi Que laughed loudly, without any intention of explaining. He spread his five fingers, and the blood mist that filled the air suddenly condensed, turning into several dark red and translucent blood crystal bullets.

The players retreated in horror, but it was too late; the speed was beyond their ability to react.

But the bullets didn't hit them; instead, they grazed past them and struck precisely the massive figure in the fog.

"Pfft!"

A blood crystal struck the eye of the behemoth in the mist, unleashing a deafening howl that nearly tore the night sky apart.

Chi Que glanced coldly at the few still-shaken players: "Get lost, this is not something you can handle."

After saying this, he turned and disappeared into the thick fog. The streak of light vanished in an instant, leaving only the horrified players on the field.

In the fog.

The giant beast's single remaining eye was fixed on the pool gap, which was faintly visible in the mist.

However, Chi Que's perception far surpassed that of this monster that only knew brute force. His movements were like dancing in the blood mist, seemingly fraught with danger, but in reality, he managed to narrowly avoid the giant beast's pounce.

He constantly adjusted his position, guiding the behemoth along the path he had laid out for it, leading it to the optimal end.

"Roar—!" The giant beast let out a deafening roar and charged headlong toward the location of the pool.

Chi Que's figure appeared above and behind the giant beast's charging path, on the broken beam of a half-collapsed house.

The final song in his hand had already been raised.

boom!

The bullet tore through the air, piercing with unparalleled precision deep into the behemoth's intact eye, exploding violently inside its brain.

A swan song, guaranteed hit, causes bleeding and body damage; extremely useful against such large creatures.

The momentum of the behemoth's charge came to an abrupt halt.

The fierce glint in its eyes vanished instantly.

Then, it crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, sending up clouds of blood and dust.

The surrounding blood mist seemed to be drawn by something, surging violently and converging towards the corpse of the fallen giant beast.

The dark red mist seeped into the giant beast's wounds like a living thing, especially the fatal eye wound.

In just a few breaths, the enormous carcass of the beast visibly shrank, while the blood-red light from its head grew brighter and brighter.

Finally, all the blood mist condensed, transforming into a dark gold coin in each of Chi Que's eyes, which fell into Chi Que's hand.

This can be considered a special mechanism of the celebration; individuals killed in the blood mist will automatically condense into blood coins.

"Two hundred blood coins in hand." Chi Que stood in the sticky blood, completely unconcerned, a satisfied smile on his face.

However, before his smile could fully unfold, a surge of energy several times stronger than when the giant beast had appeared suddenly erupted.

The intensity of the blood and qi even formed a visible vortex.

"Heh...looks like tonight's big fish." Chi Que murmured, putting the two blood gold coins into his pocket.

Without further hesitation, he transformed into a streak of dark red light, even faster than before, and shot towards the vortex.

After several leaps, he finally stopped quietly on the top of a clock tower, crouching down to look down.

The dark red blood mist here was so thick it was almost tangible, as if something was constantly rising from the ground.

Dozens of people had already gathered in the square, mostly players. Judging from their clothing and equipment, they could be identified as several different factions.

Some of them were still wounded, clearly having fought their way here.

But what really caught his attention was a small group of people who were leaning to the left.

The leader was a pale-faced young man with silver hair flowing down his shoulders, and the surrounding blood energy seemed to be worshipping him.

He was surrounded by several men and women with similarly gloomy demeanors, their postures relaxed, as if they were attending an aristocratic tea party.

"Vampires." Chi Que understood.

Vincent, a commoner vampire, wouldn't have this kind of aura; these guys are probably true noble bloodlines.

They came to the celebration, clearly not for the blood coins, but for something else entirely.

He found an acquaintance inside.

Aston