A suffocating sensation suddenly struck, causing a haze to appear in Huajiayu's eyes. His vision became increasingly blurred, and he thought he was about to die; however, Yang Yang unexpectedly stopped at this moment.

He trembled on the bed, holding his neck. It hurt so much that even the air he breathed felt sharp and jagged. By the time he finally recovered, he looked up, only to find that Du Yang's figure had long disappeared from the cavern.

Du Yang was right below the cave, holding his face and wailing silently. It was incredibly painful, as if the pain had seeped into his very bones. Thin black lines wriggled on his face like maggots, slithering from his neck to his chin, passing over his cheeks, and covering the area around his eyes.

When his eyes turned completely black, Dou Yang stood up from the ground. He caught a whiff of a very pleasant smell coming from above. He had the strong urge to suck the person dry, but there was a voice inside him telling him not to, that he couldn't. His face showed signs of struggle as he stumbled and hurried towards the nearest Lin City.

Hua Jiayu did not sleep all night. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, waiting for Du Yang to come back and explain everything clearly. However, instead of Du Yang, he ended up waiting for the man who had come to the cave yesterday.

The man's face turned pale when he saw Hua Jiayu, and he said, "The demon lord has gone mad, slaughtering tens of thousands of people in the city. If you still want to stay here, Lord Liu, then I won't come back in the future."

Huajia Yu's gaze, however, shifted to the man behind him, filled with a horrifying fear.

The man's back suddenly felt a chill, and in the blink of an eye, his neck was grabbed and lifted. The man wearing a pitch-black mask stared at him with coldness and said, "Do you think you can come and go as you please here?"

The man opened his mouth wide in silence, and his once plump skin gradually became wrinkled. Hua Jiayu suddenly covered her mouth, trembling all over.

Yang Yang threw away the man's corpse, his eye sockets devoid of white as if an evil spirit, staring at Hua Jiayu.

Hua Jiayu let go of his hand, tremblingly said, "Dou Yang..."

The face beneath Dou Yang's mask flickered with struggle as he mechanically lifted the man's corpse and exited the cave.

Hua Jiayu shed tears.

He's so hungry...

Hungry and feeling uncomfortable, Hua Jiayu lay in bed. He turned over and suddenly noticed a book on the ground. Written on it were the four words "The Vampiric Art of Bloodsucking."

He got up and uneasily opened this blue-bound cursed book. The contents were too profound for him to comprehend, yet he kept flipping through until the end, finally seeing those crooked and twisted words on the last page.

It should be the annotation made by Shen Junren on his deathbed. It says, "When cultivating this skill, always remember to avoid extreme emotions. If one falls into demonic cultivation, the demonic energy will erode the whites of the eyes, leaving one devoid of consciousness, and turning them into a killing machine. Death is inevitable in such a case."

The book slipped from his hands, and for a moment, Hua Jiayu even had the thought of jumping directly from the mountain cave to search for Dou Yang.

However, if he jumps down, he will surely die.

The demon lord emerged, and within just two days, he obliterated three cities. The head of the Wudang Sect ventured out, but was severely injured by the demon lord. As a result, all the reclusive monsters that had never made an appearance in the martial world gathered together, setting up an intricate trap to completely annihilate the demon lord.

Hua Jiayu crouched at the entrance of the cave, waiting for Dou Yang for a whole month. He waited until he closed his eyes and completely left this world.

He starved to death, right before his eyes.

As if in the next moment, he opened his eyes. The intense sensation of hunger seemed to still linger in his body. His dazed eyes twitched, and a voice came from his ears, "How about it, young man? Is this game fun? Don't pay 998, take it home immediately for 198! If you want, I'll wrap it up for you and even give you a Starry Sky Game Company one-day tour pass!"

In the bustling street, right outside a small game stall with a sign that reads "Three Zero Games", a young man sits on a chair, wearing a gaming headset, tears streaming down his face.

He cried silently and said, "Okay, wrap it up for me." Memories rushed back, and the system painstakingly input the original script into his mind.