Fang Heng frowned.
Was it an aura?
He had heard from the people of the Holy Court more than once that they could sense the aura of the undead and vampires on his body.
Forget about the aura of the vampires. After all, he had the vampire bloodline.
But the aura of the undead?
Was it because he had stayed in the fallen corridor for too long and was tainted by the aura? Or was it because of elementary necromancy? Or was it because he had absorbed a lot of necromancy energy?
As he pondered, Fang Heng revealed himself from behind a stone pillar on the third floor.
"Who are you?"
Eleanor's heart was filled with uncertainty. She realized that this person's body was filled with the smell of undead and vampires.
Fang Heng shrugged and casually said, "A vampire-Fang Shuo, a necromancer who believes in the Holy Light."
Eleanor stared at Fang Heng.
It was too strange! Why did he have a weak aura of Holy Light on him?
