Arrancar

On the construction site, a simple, quiet migrant worker actually liked to drink chicken blood. Would he drink human blood? What kind of experience made him so lonely and cruel? Whenever night falls, he always does something in the poop building. Why do others like to work in the cool morning, but he always likes to work at noon when the sun is shining. Why is his body covered in scars, and what causes them? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.