Chapter Seventy: The Blood Clan Elder Appears

  The plane took off and flew directly to a seaside castle in Canada without stopping. As we looked down from the helicopter, a luxurious castle appeared among the green trees on a slightly sloping hillside, but it was completely invisible at this time. The entire castle's field of view had been artificially corrected, with a tender grassy courtyard in the middle, where a sculptural fountain stood, as if a young girl was playing in the water. Behind the villa was a private plane landing point. Here, apart from helicopters, all sorts of cars were on display, and there were no less than 10 garages for parking. The entire castle was painted white, with an egg-yellow roof, and the multi-faceted geometric shapes stacked together gave people a sense of freedom. The villa was built on the mountain and faced the sea, with a wide view, and it's estimated that the owner of this villa was not ordinary.

  "This... is this where people live????" Hu Tou stared with his big eyes looking around, saying in a surprised tone.

  "Ahao...do you think we've entered the Canadian's lair?"

  "Cough... cough..." Kerry, who was standing aside, stifled a laugh and pretended to cough innocently twice, because someone was walking over this way.

  "It's great, it's great.... You've finally returned safely...." Several dozen servants in white uniforms, accompanied by an elderly man, walked over and tightly grasped Yang Hao's hand, speaking excitedly.

  "Who are you?" Yang Hao looked at the person in front of him with a surprised expression, somewhat at a loss.

  "Yang Hao, this is Canadian Senator Jansen-Kennedy..."

  "This foreigner's name is quite unique, what's wrong with eating mud?..." Yang Hao smiled to himself and then greeted the person in front of him. The identity of a senator is not low at all, once elected, the power is limitless. Yang Hao, such a small fry, can't afford to offend him. So he quickly put on a brilliant smile and responded to the old man's words. But it seemed that the old man's emotions were even more intense than his.

  "Heroes... heroes... you are all heroes..."

  "You're too kind, sir..."

  "No... you are indeed heroes, heroes of the whole world, and also benefactors of our family..."

  Family... Yang Hao heard this word and suddenly something flashed in his mind. Ah, right! When the old man's hand grasped his, he didn't feel anything at first, but as time passed, a faint coolness seeped into his skin. Could it be that this old man was a blood clan member? Yang Hao turned back to look at Cai Rui, only to see that she, who usually had an air of pride about her, was now walking behind the old man with her head hung low. When she saw Yang Hao's puzzled gaze, she could only respond with an apologetic smile, but this smile revealed that she definitely had some sort of relationship with the old man.

  "Come on... hurry up... speak inside..." The old man's fluent Chinese made Yang Hao even more puzzled, how could these foreigners' Chinese be so good? If you don't look at their appearance, it's really hard to tell they're foreigners.

  The crowd followed the old man into the castle, "Wow... is this where people live? This place is too beautiful..." Yang Hao's heart was filled with wonder, thinking it would be a dark and mysterious castle interior, but instead it was bright and sunny, with all sorts of green plants and beautiful flowers that he couldn't name scattered everywhere. The top of the castle was made entirely of transparent yellow crystal, and the inside of the house was filled with a warm, egg-yolk colored light that made people feel very comfortable, without any feeling of oppression. The red carpet and intricate wall paintings gave off a sense of Dunhuang, while the red lacquered wooden table and delicate wooden carvings revealed a classic Chinese style, but the dazzling cutlery on the table showed off European luxury.

  "Please sit down..." The old man pulled Yang Hao to his side and sat him in the master's seat, with dozens of servants standing on either side.

  "Wei, you take them and first put that thing in the basement, then come back and talk..."

  Xiao Wei respectfully nodded and took over the corpse from the American soldier's hands with several servants, then turned and walked into the inner hall.

  "Excuse me, sir, may I ask a question?" Yang Hao finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and spoke up.

  "Go on, kid..."

  "Your Chinese is really good, where did you learn it? Do you know Xiao Wei? What is your identity after all?"

  "Hehe... you should be able to guess my true identity. As for Chinese, nowadays in the UK, it's commonly taught from primary school onwards."

  "UK? Isn't this Canada? Are you...?" Yang Hao suddenly stood up with a look of realization.

  "Ah... I am one of the elders of the British aristocracy..." Yang Hao and a few others had already mentally prepared themselves, but hearing it from the old man's own mouth still made them feel shocked.

  "What's on your mind, kid?"

  "No... nothing... just a bit unexpected..." Yang Hao struggled to calm the surge in his heart, who would have thought that the British bloodline's elder was actually in Canada?

  "Your master's situation, I've already heard it from Kairi and you... Originally, I still had some doubts, but your efforts made me thoroughly regretful. If your master comes here, I will personally take out the Rebirth Blood Cabinet to help your master get rid of the worms in his belly. So, for my previous hesitation, please forgive me." The old man said this, stood up, and bowed deeply.

  Yang Hao immediately supported him, a person who dared to act and admit his mistakes, how could anyone blame him? Moreover, with Master's recovery imminent, Yang Hao's heart was already filled with gratitude.

  "No need to be like that, no need to be like that. I'd be eternally grateful if you could help me out~~ By the way, is Little Wei also a blood relative??"

  "Yes, since the biochemical weapon appeared, I have sent out 7 teams to investigate, but they all ended in failure. Little Wei was my last batch, it seems only he survived... Alright, let's not talk about this now, today we'll just give you a surprise." The old man said, waving his hand, and the 10 servants bowed and retreated, soon bringing out various dishes.

  "I don't know about your taste, but I personally like Chinese food. Coincidentally, my chef has lived in China for a few years, and the flavor is quite good, everyone can try it..." Before the old man finished speaking, Tiger's eyes had already turned green, he was a reckless master who didn't care about anything, not even using chopsticks, directly using his hands to grab the roasted suckling pig on the table.

  "Tiger head..." Yang Hao tapped him on the head with his hand, but this guy simply didn't see it. The old man chuckled and said...

  "Go ahead... don't be polite... there's plenty of food..." Yang Hao saw the old man say this, and it wasn't good to have any more movements, so he simply put down all his worries and chatted with the old man. The atmosphere quickly became like a family, and the crowd who had just escaped death were all wolfing down their food, laughing and chatting, drinking and toasting until sunset. A few American soldiers and Hu Tou had gone downstairs to rest, and Carrie didn't know when she left the castle, leaving only Yang Hao, the old man, and Li Guangyi in the room.

  "Now there's no one else... I hope you can help me analyze what these hateful things are?" The old man said, picking up a remote control and pressing it with his hand. On the wall opposite the dining table, a screen appeared. They were all pictures of zombies attacking humans, including every detail of Yang Hao's actions this time.

  "Uncle Zhan, a familiar term for Mr. Zhan after getting to know him better, he seems to be quite pleased with the clear information that can be gathered now. There are several points in total: Firstly, the prototype of zombies originated from China's ancient living dead. Secondly, zombies only appeared with abilities they originally didn't possess after a strange gene was added and recombined. Thirdly, it wasn't just one group researching this virus, but multiple groups that don't know each other's true intentions. The current zombies are the result of combining all research teams' achievements."

  "Oh? So it seems that they can't be separated from the US government, what are they trying to do?" The old man started to ponder.

  "Initially, the US government said it was to counter Iraq's biological and chemical weapons and create political pressure, but I think there is more to it than that, there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this."

  "I agree with Li Guangyi, I think this zombie is not just an attack on the blood clan, but seems to have an unknown purpose of attack."

  "Ah... what's the point of all this?"

  "Uncle Zhan, let's wait for my master to return from Mao Mountain before we discuss this further. What's most important right now is understanding the antibodies of the living and the dead. If we can understand these antibodies, then Li Guangyi will have a grasp on researching new antibodies to combat these zombie viruses. This way, we won't have to worry about being infected... this is what's most crucial." The old man listened to Yang Hao's words and felt they made sense. The reason the Blood Clan didn't dare counterattack was because once infected, there was only one outcome: either be killed or become a zombie of the same kind. This cast a huge shadow in the hearts of the warriors, causing their combat strength to not be fully utilized. If there were vaccines and antibodies, then the worries in the warriors' hearts would disappear, and their combat strength would greatly increase. Yang Hao saw that the old man agreed with his idea, so he pressed down on the microphone on his ear, contacting a certain Daoist...