As Deru’s character avatar turned gray, it symbolized complete death.
Filo, however, was extremely calm. Perhaps on the surface, this seemed like a raw deal—after all, for the sake of two outsiders, she caused the death of a high-end combat force of her own race.
But Filo didn’t think so. First off, she had no particular fondness for the Blood Clan. Moreover, based on the information she just obtained, this guy wasn’t exactly a saint.
Back then, it was precisely because of greed that he was betrayed and sealed by his friends. If a character like that was saved, Filo didn’t believe he’d kindly help her. If released back to the Blood Clan world, his first move would probably be to seek revenge on those “good brothers” from back then. In that case, the loss might not be just one high-end combat force.
Truth be told, whether or not to save those two humans, Filo didn’t care at all. But Xiao Lin was present, and unlike Filo’s Blood Clan consciousness, Xiao Lin’s worldview was very pure. If they didn’t save them, Xiao Lin would definitely feel uncomfortable.
After dealing with this Deru guy, Filo’s state of mind barely changed. She waved a hand at Chiyan and Bingpo, and the three, dragging the two humans, leaped up, leaving the hundred-meter cave to return to the surface.
Chiyan and Bingpo gently placed the two humans on the ground. Xiao Lin, trembling with fear, stepped bit by bit to Filo’s side, reached out, tugged at Filo’s sleeve, and muttered, “Big Sis, are they okay?”
“Of course they’re fine. In fact, one’s even awake,” Filo said. Right after she spoke, the boy awkwardly opened his eyes.
Actually, he hadn’t been unconscious for long. He was carried by Chiyan, and Chiyan had transferred so much life energy to him that just seconds after closing his eyes, he woke up full of energy.
But the situation back then didn’t seem like a moment for a normal wake-up, so he closed his eyes again. Then, with both ears, he heard all of Filo’s conversation with Deru.
Blood Clan True Ancestor!
This cute, beautiful girl in front of him was actually the True Ancestor among the Blood Clan? The super big villain in human textbooks who did nothing but evil, eating one human for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner?
It didn’t seem like that at all…
“Scared? That’s normal, though. Humans fearing the Blood Clan seems pretty common in this world,” Filo said slowly.
“You’re our great savior! How could I possibly be scared? It’s just, I’m very surprised—your image is somewhat different from what’s in our human textbooks…” the boy hurriedly stood up from the ground, answering nervously.
“Oh? In human textbooks, what’s the image of the Blood Clan, or me?” Filo asked with interest.
She didn’t know if it was similar to Earth’s descriptions of vampires. Filo’s memory knowledge only included a small part about the Blood Clan, and she had zero knowledge of this world’s human perspectives.
The boy fell into silence.
“…”
“Speak freely, I won’t get mad.”
“Alright then. In human textbooks, the Blood Clan are cruel creatures, living by sucking human blood, taking pleasure in torturing humans, living at night, and countless humans have died at their hands.
As for the Blood Clan True Ancestor, they’re the cruelest existence, harming at least three humans a day, the chief culprit behind the tragedy between the Blood Clan and humans…”
As the boy said this, he couldn’t help but look up at Filo’s face, expecting her to be furious. Who knew Filo would actually laugh out loud.
“Where did this rumor come from? That’s too ridiculous,” Filo said, laughing.
In her memory, the Blood Clan wasn’t that cruel. Sure, they lived by sucking blood, but it wasn’t like they only sucked human blood—human blood wasn’t even particularly high in nutritional value.
Taking pleasure in torturing humans? Take out the “torturing” part, and that’d be closer. The Blood Clan coming to the human world was like going on a trip—there were plenty of fresh things to enjoy.
Nighttime activity was true, though. Even high Blood Clan found sunlight pretty annoying.
As for the True Ancestor harming three humans a day? Filo was like, I don’t have that weird habit. If it were true, you two wouldn’t even be enough for my daily harm quota.
Chiyan and Bingpo, on Filo, laughed so hard they almost squealed like pigs. The situation between humans and the Blood Clan—most races in the world knew it was a misunderstanding, but for some reason, humans genuinely believed it and were completely convinced.
Filo told the boy what she knew. The boy’s face instantly twisted into a “囧” shape—clearly, at that moment, his worldview collapsed.
“There’s actually such a thing? That’s a huge misunderstanding. The human textbooks are wrong? Who did this? My gosh, I have to go back and tell everyone,” the boy said earnestly, clenching his fists.
Filo just smiled without speaking. If misunderstandings were that easy to clear up, they wouldn’t be misunderstandings. But this one was so absurd, it didn’t seem naturally formed—someone deliberately stirred it up.
Someone wanted to provoke hostility and war between the Blood Clan and humans.
Filo pinched her chin with one hand, slightly sinking into thought.
Afterward, the boy picked up the girl on his back, preparing to take his leave. After all, they weren’t on the same path, and Filo hadn’t told them her purpose.
“Goodbye, everyone!” the boy, carrying the girl, waved at Filo and the others.
Filo casually waved back, saying, “Be careful next time. Not every time someone will save you. If we meet again, I might not save you either.”
The boy, carrying the girl, parted ways. Filo shrugged, looking at the sun hanging high in the sky, and then said, “Alright, let’s head out too.”
“Osu! Already prepped, Master!” Chiyan hoisted a big bag, Bingpo pulled a suitcase, the panda consciously sprawled on top of the suitcase, and Xiao Lin floated above Filo’s head.
Everything was ready, and Filo’s crew moved in another direction, heading toward the main city of the human world.
One day followed another, and who knows how many days passed. Time was just a number to them; they had no sense of it. At night, they slept; when they woke, they moved.
Though under Filo’s lead, they got lost once or twice, with dragons in the team, getting lost meant flying high to confirm directions in a snap.
Unknowingly, they thought only a few days had passed, but in reality, a month went by. Finally, Filo and the others reached the wall gate of the human central main city.
But at this moment, a new problem appeared before Filo and her crew.
They saw a long dragon-like line blocking the central city’s gate. Every person entering had their “ID” checked, but where would Filo and her crew get an “ID”? They were total black-market randos.
The “Journey to the West squad” faced their biggest crisis before entering “paradise”!
Tftc!