The General's Vampire Omega

Chapter 11 - 15

Vampire Omega Chapter 11: Stay Away From Him

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: KarateChopMonkey

“That time I hadn’t had time to ask you what Methuselah meant,” Chu Feng said, “will you tell me now?”

Luo ZhouZhou looked at him, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Chu Feng continued, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t say anything, I’ve already checked.”

Luo ZhouZhou’s heart skipped a beat and he looked at him nervously.

“Methuselah, a disease on our planet, is sort of a genetic disease.” As someone crossed the street in front of him, Chu Feng stepped on the brakes, rested his hands on the steering wheel, and continued, “People who have this disease develop wrinkles and their hair turns white within a few days. Their backs start to hunch, and their whole bodies look like dried orange peels. The most important thing is that the organs of the body also develop various pathologies, and within a few months, they age beyond recognition, and in a year at most, they die like a real old person. Methuselah is terrible, ZhouZhou, but I just didn’t expect that you would become like that in the future.”

Chu Feng finished his sentence in a calm tone and turned to look at Luo ZhouZhou. His face was solemn, and his light brown eyes were like two deep, bottomless lakes, filled with compassion and sorrow.

Luo ZhouZhou was stunned.

In his mind, he remembered Chu Feng as mean, bad, teasing, or cold, but this was the first time he had seen such a sad Chu Feng. He felt overwhelmed, and his heart was faintly uneasy.

“That’s not it, Methuselah is not a disease, it’s the name of our tribe,” Luo ZhouZhou whispered.

“Oh, the Methuselah tribe? But I’ve never heard of such a tribe in the world. You must be lying to me.” Chu Feng continued to look at him, his voice lowering with Luo ZhouZhou’s. 

Luo ZhouZhou’s head hung down, picking at the leather chair beneath him with his fingernails.

The pedestrians in front of the vehicle had already passed, but Chu Feng remained parked, watching him patiently.

Luo ZhouZhou finally opened and closed his lips with difficulty and said, “I’m not lying to you, you haven’t heard of us because we are not ordinary people.”

“Hmm?”

“Our tribe is no ordinary people, but I can only tell you so much.” Luo ZhouZhou raised his head, this time much louder. After saying this, he subconsciously held his breath and looked nervously at Chu Feng.

He felt the air freeze, and time stopped.

Chu Feng was still looking at him, but a smile gradually appeared under his eyes, and the initial sadness had disappeared. He nodded his head in a matter-of-fact manner, “Oh, I know, so this is Zhou Zhou’s biggest secret…”

The end of the sentence dragged on a bit too long, with a kind of languid sensuality, then he turned his head and continued driving, with the corners of his mouth curled up, if at all.

Luo ZhouZhou caught the change in his expression, first in shock, then gradually mulling it over.

He was lying to me! He used this clumsy performance to get the truth out of me, and then made fun of me in his heart.

He looked at the side of Chu Feng’s face with hatred, his hands clenched and unclenched, and the flames of humiliation and indignation began to rise.