What It's Like Being a Vampire

Twenty-one minutes after Xiang Kun drank rabbit blood and red wine, he still felt like vomiting. But what was strange was that the vomit, apart from the wine, also contained a large amount of blood.

He wiped his mouth and frowned in thought. Could it be that this method required repeated trials until his stomach “imagined” drinking red wine and blood as a necessity, forcing his digestive system to adapt and mutate?

If he wouldn’t accept red wine, he couldn’t drink blood, and perhaps his digestive system would be forced to change its structure to accommodate and absorb red wine as a means of “surviving”?

Perhaps this was how Guo Tianxiang caused his digestive system to mutate and “digest” red wine, expelling the residue through urine, which would explain why he was seen peeing by the roadside.

If so, could the digestive system also adapt to other foods?

Xiang Kun couldn’t help but feel hopeful. If this method worked, it would certainly be better than swallowing stones, and it would be a lot more convenient when dining with others.

He wondered about the intensity of the targeted training – whether only liquids would work, or any food was acceptable?

Xiang Kun felt it a bit strange. Why did Guo Tianxiang try so hard to drink red wine? Why not any other beverage or food? Were beer, spirits, or other foreign wines not okay? Were coke, sprite, Minute Maid, and Oreo not palatable? Why only red wine? Because it seemed more sophisticated?

He poured a bit more red wine, and as he looked at the red liquid, it suddenly struck him. Perhaps Guo Tianxiang’s training method was not just about making his body accept red wine as a prerequisite for drinking blood. He might have also simultaneously hypnotized himself into regarding the wine as fresh blood, thus reducing the gastrointestinal and bodily resistance and rejection.

If that’s the case, the only consumables would be restricted to red liquids.

Apart from red wine, what else is there? Watermelon juice? Carrot juice? Tomato juice?

Anyway, if Xiang Kun had a choice, he would definitely not choose red wine as the beverage for his adaptation training. Watermelon juice seemed like a much better choice.

But the issue was, he had not yet discovered how to use Guo Tianxiang’s method of “Direct Eye Hypnosis”, let alone “self-hypnosis”. Convincing himself that watermelon juice is blood was probably a bit challenging.

However, it was not an impossibility.

As Xiang Kun was ruminating, he noticed that the canary had somehow flown onto the table and was tilting its head, looking at him.

Did it find Xiang Kun’s constant vomiting strange?

Err… judging from the bird’s posture, Xiang Kun understood its meaning. It seemed to be… pitying him?

October 18th, 7 am.

Xiang Kun sat up in bed, first confirming his sleeping time – it was still about 25 hours.

Normally, based on the day he came across Guo Tianxiang as a reference, the time he should have felt hungry according to his regular blood-drinking cycle, would have been after midnight on October 15th.

However, perhaps because Xiang Kun carried out multiple rounds of adaptation training on his digestive system with a mixture of watermelon juice and fresh blood in the past few days, he drank a lot of fresh blood. Although he deliberately let the blood sit for a while to reduce its potency, he must have taken in a considerable amount of active ingredients. This caused his hunger pangs to be delayed until the evening of October 16th.

Xiang Kun also tested Guo Tianxiang’s method of “bleeding to suppress fury”, described to Mijoe for controlling “Kasumi of August”, by deliberately enduring the hunger for four hours before bleeding himself.

After extracting a total of 400 ml of blood with a disposable syringe, Xiang Kun indeed felt a significant alleviation of the frenzied feeling brought on by hunger, but there wasn’t a noticeable reduction in his hunger.

Guo Tianxiang has mentioned that the hunger can be eased with the blood of “other animals” but Xiang Kun’s “main meals” are made of the blood of “other animals,” such as rabbits. Therefore, he didn’t try to alleviate the hunger and continued to observe the feelings after bleeding.

Xiang Kun felt that after the bloodletting, the physical qualities such as his strength, speed, and reaction did not significantly decrease, or in other words, the amount of blood he let out has not yet reached a degree that would affect his physical stamina. His hypothesis was, the blood he let out would probably “regenerate” within his body in no time.

But there was an inexplicable, quite unpleasant, all-over uncomfortable and indescribable feeling, so Xiang Kun didn’t dare to bleed more.

After enduring the hunger from night until dawn, he felt a sudden wave of sleepiness, which never happened before he drank the blood.

However, Xiang Kun didn’t dare to fall asleep directly. He was a little worried that it would turn into a sleep whose length he couldn’t predict. So he started drinking blood soon after sunrise.

Just as he had expected, his blood-drinking requirement increased. He had to drain the blood from four rabbits to relieve his hunger.

After waking up, Xiang Kun first carried out his routine operations, measured and recorded various data, then took out the a bottle of watermelon juice prepared in the refrigerator. Without caring about its taste or freshness, he gulped it down and began to time, standing beside the kitchen sink, prepared to vomit.

However, to his surprise, the juice didn’t come back up after twenty seconds.

You had to know that under normal circumstances, both watermelon and watermelon juice fell under the category of “twenty-second vomit.”

Twenty minutes later, Xiang Kun retched a few times, disgorging a small amount of clear liquid. After a while, he felt the urge to pee and ran to the restroom to relieve himself.

He conjectured that the pee was likely the byproduct of the decomposition and digestion of the watermelon juice.

Xiang Kun still urinated now, but infrequently, only when he drank a large amount of water in a short period of time. Sometimes without drinking water, it was normal not to use the bathroom for two or three consecutive days. The water content absorbed from pure water and fresh blood seemed to be ‘swallowed’ by the body in thin air, basically not excreted in the form of urine and sweat.

Theoretically, the water in the watermelon juice shouldn’t be any different from the water in common mineral water, boiled water, purified water and the water from the fresh blood.

But he felt as if his digestive system was somewhat “biased” against the water in the watermelon juice. It seemed to excrete it faster rather than “digest” it like it did with normal water and the water in the blood.

For a normal person, water enters the stomach through the esophagus, then quickly moves to the small intestine. Here, the digestive system absorbs it into the bloodstream. The water and all crystalline substances are filtered through the glomerulus and enter the renal tubule to become primary urine.

The renal tubule then reabsorbs the nutrients, a large part of the water, and inorganic salts back into the blood. The end result is the final urine, a saline solution containing a small amount of ammonia metabolites, which is then discharged from the body through the ureter, bladder, and urethra.

Of course, this is for a normal person.

Xiang Kun’s digestive system must have undergone significant changes. He suspected that the water and blood he drank, after being absorbed by his digestive system into the plasma, were processed in a way completely different from a normal person.

Now that drinking watermelon juice made him urinate, it proved that his stomach, and his digestive system, after targeted training and a mutation, had reached an “agreement” with him to consider watermelon juice an acceptable item for digestion.

Although a small portion is still regurgitated, he believed that after two to three more blood-drinking periods of training and adaptation, there should be no problems.

It seemed that even though he didn’t have the hypnosis ability of Guo Tianxiang to “deceive” his consciousness and body, his ability to

“communicate” and “negotiate” with his stomach was still pretty good.

However, for now, only liquid drinks could be consumed in this way. He had tried swallowing foods like cooked meat slices, bread, and biscuits soaked in fresh blood, but the results were disastrous…

Moreover, this method of training would inevitably interfere with the blood-drinking period, which was something Xiang Kun didn’t like.

Xiang Kun checked the time, it was almost eight o’clock.

Yang Zhen Er immediately sent a crying emoji: ‘Why?! Why?!”

Xiang Kun:

Yang Zhen Er: “Why do you have to treat us to a meal when I am out traveling with my parents?! No way!! Wait for me to come back!!!!”

Xia Libing: “How about waiting for me to come back too?”

Tang Baona sent a laughing emoji: “When is Old Xia coming back?”

Xia Libing: “Spring Festival, probably.”

Tang Baona: ‘

Yang Zhen Er:

Xiang Kun sent a scratching monk head emoji: “What should I do, I’ve prepared all the rabbit meat.”

Tang Baona: “No problem, I can eat it, whatever is leftover can be packed!”

So Xiang Kun and Tang Baona settled it, she would come over for dinner at 6 o’clock in the evening.

Now, he had to consume the blood of four rabbits every time he ate, which meant he had four rabbits to eat. And these were larger Belgian meat rabbits, bigger than the previous meat rabbits he had. Although he had fattened them up since buying them, they were still quite substantial in weight. Besides, Xiang Kun would only eat a symbolic bit, so there was no way Tang Baona could finish them all by herself.

Xiang Kun prepared six different dishes with rabbit meat as the main ingredient, ranging from cold dishes to soups. Then, at Tang Baona’s strong recommendation, he added one more vegetable dish.

As the “dining guest” for the day was only Tang Baona, he had tailored these dishes specifically to her taste, modifying the recipes and seasoning specifically for her. He was confident that she would be satisfied.

At 5:20 in the afternoon, Tang Baona came Imocking.

After letting her in, Xiang Kun couldn’t help but wonder, “Why did you come so early? Don’t you usually get off work at 5?”

Tang Baona giggled and said, “I left a bit earlier, it’s no big deal.” Then, her eyes widened when she spotted the birdcage in the living room, “Did you get a new pet? No, the rabbits weren’t pets…so this bird…”

Xiang Kun quickly said, “Don’t you dare think of eating it! This isn’t for eating, it’s a canary! A pet bird!”

Tang Baona shot him a look, “Who said I want to eat it! Am I that kind of person?” She then went over to play with the canary.

“Why is the cage open? Aren’t you afraid it will fly away?” Tang Baona asked curiously.

“I know it won’t run away, that’s why I left it open. Oh, be careful, don’t put your hand under it, it might poop.” Xiang Kun warned.

The canary chirped a couple of times and hopped around the cage, moving to one side.

Tang Baona laughed, “It seems to like me! It must be welcoming me!”

Xiang Kun also laughed, “Let me translate its chirping for you, it roughly translates to ‘don’t touch the elderly’.”

Tang Baona: ‘