Chapter 633: Chapter 633 Flowing_1 Chapter 633: Chapter 633 Flowing_1 Although the surface explanation was flawless, Grantham was clearly not taking any chances.

All three before him were genuine demigods, and aside from Yuan Shan, the reputation of the other two was rather unsavory.

So when Yuan Shan gave an order, Grantham followed without hesitation.

And considering they would be following the crowd, Yuan Shan simply decided to abandon the car.

In fact, if they wished, their speed wouldn’t be much less than that of a car.

This included the relatively weaker Grantham as well.

It might even have been the effect of the full moon’s boon that the Bloodline clansman seemed to breeze through his mad dash.

“These people seem to be heading in the direction of Ember’s place?”

After traveling for a while, Yuan Shan stopped abruptly and turned to ask Grantham.

“Indeed, and it’s not far ahead.”

Grantham took a glance around and replied quite honestly.

“Then let’s go take a look.”

Seeing the even denser crowd and the growing darkness, Yuan Shan quickly commanded.

…

Ember’s residence was a villa even more desolate than Grantham’s, and much smaller in size.

Rushing into the courtyard, their exceptional vision allowed them to see at a glance that the outer walls were mottled and peeling, the windows narrow and faded, with seemingly not a trace of life.

Clearly, as a centuries-old vampire, his residential aesthetics were somewhat antiquated.

Fu Qian even wondered if Ember might actually sleep in a stone coffin in the living room.

And there was no doubt, the density of people around was higher than any other place they had seen before.

One look was enough to make one marvel at how excessively developed Shangjing’s nightlife was, and the strain it put on one’s kidneys was just exaggerated.

Fu Qian even spotted more than one female comrade in the crowd, making it truly hard to imagine how they could stomach that stuff.

However, upon reaching this vicinity, the walkers didn’t stop, but continued to stroll with an elegant and composed gait, silent as shadows.

If it were daytime, Fu Qian might have mistaken them for a high-cultured hiking group.

But under a dark red full moon, the hazy figures seemed rather eerie.

These people would even occasionally lift their heads to gaze lovingly at the Red Moon.

And in just a few minutes, Fu Qian felt the deep red of the full moon intensify.

“It seems like Ember isn’t here.”

At this point, Grantham remarked beside her, his tone emotionless.

Yuan Shan kept a cold face and didn’t make a sound.

At such a short distance, she could confirm whether someone was there or not, and the building before them was simply empty.

At the same time, as the endpoint of the converging crowd, there were no other discoveries either.

It seemed as if all the clues had suddenly been cut off.

“What do you think?”

The next moment, she turned to Fu Qian and asked softly.

“These people do seem quite normal, to be honest.”

Fu Qian gestured around and gave a fair assessment.

“According to Brother Grantham, this is the side effect of the potion the Brother Bu’s are under, leading to a talent similar to that of the Bloodline Clan, thus are easily influenced by the full moon.”

“Speaking of which, I have a question; why is the moon this color?”

“Color? The Red Moon?”

When Fu Qian raised the question, not only Grantham, but even Yuan Shan’s expression turned odd, as if Fu Qian was asking why water flows downhill.

“Isn’t the moon always this color? It’s just more apparent when it’s full.”

Grantham couldn’t help but reply for a moment.

“Of course, the color is indeed deeper today,”
“Has it always been red? I thought the symbol of your Progenitor was the Dark Moon,”
Fu Qian continued naturally, an innocent expression on his face.

…

Grantham glanced at Yuan Shan subconsciously upon hearing this, guessing that Fu Qian might have learned the information from the Night Watchman.

Yet he did not seem overly concerned.

“I’m sorry, since I have never seen the Progenitor, I cannot answer your question,”
“All I can say is that ever since I can remember, the symbol of the Progenitor has been the moon, and there is only one moon in this world,”
“In my understanding, the concept of a Dark Moon is probably more metaphorical. When the celestial phenomenon appeared recently, our Bloodline Clan discussed it extensively but didn’t arrive at any concrete conclusions,”
Indeed, this man currently seemed quite willing to waste time chatting with him.

Fu Qian nodded contentedly to himself.

This was precisely why he had chosen this moment to ask his questions – at any other time, even if the man was willing to respond, he would never have been so detailed.

“Are you suggesting that the special circumstances of the moon are manifestations of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan’s power?”

While Fu Qian and Grantham were discussing this, Yuan Shan, who was standing by, couldn’t help but speak up.

The Progenitor of the Blood Clan, she remembered clearly, was something Fu Qian had been very interested in, including the Dark Moon that appeared when the sun was desecrated.

It might indeed be worth suspecting, but the most important thing at the moment was to put a stop to it all, so she unhesitatingly pushed the conversation forward.

“Surely not?”

Grantham looked incredulous.

Brother, your acting is a bit overdone, making it seem insincere.

Watching this scene, Fu Qian thought to himself but did not directly call it out.

“I’m not sure.”

“I just think that this isn’t the usual full moon influence. Look there,” he pointed towards a gentleman outside the fence.

Following his pointing finger, they quickly grasped his meaning.

A young man, who had looked well-dressed and was previously strolling around, suddenly bent down, placed his hands and feet on the ground, and crouched down.

After moving forward like this for a few steps, he even went up to another person’s leg and affectionately rubbed his face against the other’s trouser leg.

This scene was undoubtedly visually striking, and while everyone was still in shock, the situation had yet to come to an end.

After the young man affectionately rubbed a few times, the person he rubbed against also slowly laid down on the ground.

At the same time, the original young man rolled on the spot, stood up, and looked up at the moon.

Pressing his elongated nails against his face, he slashed downwards forcefully, tearing open a straight gash from which blood gushed like a fountain.

“Is this what you meant by no harm done?”

A shaken Yuan Shan immediately glared at Grantham through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, I never imagined it would come to this,”
Grantham apologized, as expected.

“Such chaos, seemingly contagious, I have never witnessed before.”

“Rather than contagious, it’s more like flowing.”

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Fu Qian shook his head slightly on the sidelines.

Outside, a third person had already crouched down to walk on all fours, and he was clearly far away from the first two.

“It feels like there’s some dark longing, originating from these people themselves, flowing freely around here, making even the night especially dark.”

Could this be the true Night within the Night?

As he watched the deepening crimson moonlight, a thought emerged in Fu Qian’s mind.