Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 349 339. Vampire, Lord of Flies

A satisfied smile appeared on the pale boy's face, and he slid into the window with a strange gesture.

Under Dean's observation, he seemed to be flying half a meter above the ground on an invisible cloud under his feet, stepping softly,

The sharp claws fell on the shoulders of Momir Dayne who was kneeling beside the bed. The boy also fell to the ground and asked with a smile,

"Have the hospital affairs been taken care of?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Messenger, it went as smoothly as before without causing any uneasiness or suspicion." Momir raised his head and looked up at the face in front of him. "Everyone began to accept their fate calmly and fell asleep together with the town that was about to disappear. From the pain and numbness Liberation from the abyss.”

"Did any unfamiliar faces show up at the hospital to ask questions about the deceased?"

"I didn't notice it."

"well done."

The boy's pure white bare feet tapped lightly on the floor, and his body landed on the bed as light as a feather. He crossed his legs and picked up the photo album on the bed casually.

"Select the next sacrifices. This time we can speed up the pace slightly and select two at once."

Momir's back trembled, and every wrinkle on his face tightened, and he asked carefully, "Dear messenger, before that, can I take the liberty to ask a question."

"explain."

"More than peace. Our Lord has opened his arms to you, and you are qualified to receive special gifts." The boy reached out and stroked the sparse pale hair on the top of the old man's head, just like a father stroking his son with gentle and strong hands, like popsicles. Then he slid along the top of his head and across the old man's cheek, and the sharp nails reached the arteries and veins on his neck, feeling the little vitality left in them. "When this operation is over, you will join us and spread kindness, brilliance, and kindness to the world. and tranquility, so that all those struggling in the quagmire of pain can bathe in the light of the Lord and find relief.”

"You can't just take me to your master. Do you have to ask me to come out?"

Momir asked expectantly and nervously, "Then can I also be at peace in the future?"

Farek Santa Cruz, Meo Marx... two old friends who have been tortured by loneliness for many years.

A Mexican, a white man, an unfamiliar face, not belonging to the vitality and vitality of the decaying town of Ganano, and lurking in danger.

Ten painful seconds.

Then a suffocating force came over.

Dean's pupils dilated and his head felt dizzy, but for a moment all the negative symptoms were saved by his powerful life energy and will.

But halfway through the flight, passing by a low hillside with sparse vegetation, the boy suddenly stopped. His small body was suspended ten meters above the ground. He turned around and looked around, his red eyes trying to catch something in the night. At the same time, the slightly turned nose twitched like a dog, and the temples twitched visibly to the naked eye.

"Who! Who's there?!"

These words were like a hypnosis, and Momir immediately yawned sleepily, then lay on the bed naked and snored.

One of the men muttered, and then began to approach very quickly. With every step he took, his body teleported a hundred meters horribly, and he was about to catch up with the boy in the blink of an eye.

"You can actually find me, crisis intuition?"

No harm done at all.

The smell that was accidentally revealed in the air was more mellow and delicious than the millions of people he had seen in his long life.

Momir took a deep breath and suppressed his restless mood, "So can Andre finally get rid of the pain?"

Although Momir tried his best to appear humble, this question still caused the boy's curved mouth to grin behind his ears, revealing his pale gums and his sharp teeth flashing with cold light.

So much so that an uncontrollable impulse grew in his heart.

Under the bright moonlight, two men walked out from behind a maple tree in the distance.

"It is a great kindness to let Andre return to peace, but his ignorant beliefs must be punished, and he cannot leave peacefully in his sleep..."

Can't escape!

A terrible intuition arose in the boy's heart, and he couldn't help but stretch out his claws and let out a terrifying scream, and his body hanging in the air swooped down like a bat.

……

"Are you questioning my Lord's arrangements?"

As if biting a hard diamond sculpture, the two canine teeth in the boy's mouth flew away, revealing a bloody mouth, accompanied by a scream of extreme despair.

The Mexican man stretched out his right hand casually, like the hand of God, which contained laws that could not be violated, grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.

A series of cloak-like afterimages were pulled out from behind him as the whistling sound broke through the air, and fell on the Mexican. His head tilted to one side, his mouth opened exaggeratedly to his ears, and he bit the man's neck.

Momir lowered his head and shuddered, like an old goat bathing in a snowstorm, "Please calm down, messenger, this is just a confused and humble believer begging the great god for answers."

Momir closed his eyes and prayed quietly, reaching out and pointing out a man with a resolute face and a woman with long brown hair holding a notebook, and wrote down their home address.

Momir's heart was filled with warm emotion and happiness, so much so that tears filled his eyes.

The Mexican, that is, Dean, looked at the boy's face. The intensity was about level 3. The fear made it distorted and deformed. The black blood vessels were varicose under the skin like earthworms. The eyes were bulging, spreading deceptive words. The light, lips and chin covered with blood glowed with a fatal beauty in the moonlight, and the mouth exhaled a strange fragrance, which reminded people of death and the carnations given to the deceased by the guests at the funeral.

"I command you to stand up, He commands you to stand up!" He stood arrogantly in the air, shouting in a high-pitched voice with a melody, his handsome face was dignified and sacred, and he turned around quickly like a top, "Kneel on the ground !Accept grace!”

The boy was like a pet cat being held to its vital points, twisting its body in terror, its clawed limbs crackling and swinging like whips, tearing at the man's body, and its bloody mouth biting at his throat. But there was only a pop of hay across the ground.

The boy put away the photo and smiled innocently,

"Sleep well and leave the rest to us."

The boy's dark eyes shot out a bloodthirsty red light, and his pale tongue licked his crimson lips. Like a nocturnal animal about to start hunting, he flew out of the window and flew not far away at high speed in the cold night wind. The sleepy little town of Ganano.

"Of course, our Lord gives everyone a chance to change. Even the fools who are loyal to false gods will receive grace."

"Now, choose." The boy threw the photo album in front of the old man, "Two."

Let me take you to heaven.

"Then I will give you the answer on behalf of my Lord. Andre is a foolish and loyal priest. He is so foolish that he carries an ugly cross in his arms after falling asleep." The boy said old-fashionedly, as if there was a person living in his young body. The petty old man said with undisguised disgust in his voice, "And my Lord hates the cross and the disgusting false god standing behind it."

"Shouldn't my old friend Duane Andre pass away peacefully in his sleep? Why did he fall on the back of his head and die unexpectedly?"

There was a crunching sound.

A shadow flashed in the darkness, darker than the night and faster than the moonlight.

A sound exuding unknown magic penetrated the cold night.

When the boy saw this, he yelled hysterically, and his fierce eyes seemed to kill him ten times.

"Who are you?!"

"let me go!"

"Otherwise you will be judged by our Lord!"

"Sickness and pain destroy you!"

"I order you to let go! Kneel down!"

Dean shook his hand, and the boy immediately seemed to be wrapped in circles of invisible transparent glue, his legs straightened, his hands raised left and right, forming a standard human cross, spinning in circles in the air.

A drop of blood flew out of his body and into Dean's mouth.

Under the influence of licking memory, pictures began to flow at high speed.

"Fake! The murderer is actually a little boy?" At this moment, Sean ran to Dean, licked his chapped lips, looked at the boy's angelic and beautiful face, his swirling eyes, and moved his nose unconsciously, A strange smell penetrated into his nostrils and went straight to Tianling Gaier, draining his physical strength and energy. His knees softened and his body swayed.

"Hold your breath and try not to look into his eyes." Dean supported his companion and passed through a burst of life energy. "He has good hypnosis and charm abilities. If you are not careful, you will fall into the trap." Sean He shook his head suddenly, his eyes regained clarity and fear, and he stepped back ten meters.

Dean's eyes returned to the boy making the human cross, and he grinned, showing his tough white teeth.

"If you want to live a good life, then cooperate with me to answer the questions honestly. Otherwise, I will hang you in the sun for ten days. Neither your master nor the gods can save you, so you can nod if you understand?"

This voice was filled with an unpredictable majesty and power, which made him involuntarily put away the ferocious look in his eyes that wanted to kill the opponent ten times, lowered his head and nodded.

Dean spoke like he was interrogating a prisoner,

"What's your name? What species, vampire?"

"Mara Finch..." The boy felt the restrictions on his head being lifted and laughed to himself, "I need a little blood every once in a while to satisfy my hunger. I may be the vampire you call me, but I have a heartbeat, a pulse, and a body temperature. , not the legendary corpse-like monster."

Not far away, Sean's eyes flashed with surprise, as if he had seen a character walking out of a movie, "No wonder you can make people anemic and die in their sleep at night... You sneak into the bedrooms of old people, bite open their necks and suck them dry Blood, slipping away quietly?"

"Suck the blood? I don't have such rude and vulgar habits." Mara smiled scornfully and licked her crimson lips, "I don't need so much blood without nutrients, I just need some essence hemoglobin, and I don't have to bite it open. In the neck, I prefer to cut a wound with my fingernail to suck the heme."

"So what's the wound?" Sean asked, "Why are there no wounds on the body?"

Mara spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a "bah" sound, and teased Sean with a sweet voice, "My saliva has the effect of stopping bleeding and quickly healing wounds. Do you want to have a taste?"

"Get out! I'm not a pedophile!" Sean bared his teeth and growled, with fine scales appearing on his face.

A victor's smile appeared on Mara's face, "It turns out you are also a monster."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Dean interrupted the little vampire sternly, "You sucked the heme of the townspeople, and where did you take their souls?"

This question made Mara's face darken, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes. Then he felt that the force restraining his body increased, and his bones began to crack, and he was about to be crushed.

"Blood is also the carrier of the soul. When we absorb the blood essence, we can also absorb the human soul."

Dean nodded, and now all the clues he had found before were put together.

The event progress also jumped to 60%.

Sean's eyes shone with an angry cold light, "Why do you do this? Is it fun to kill so many helpless old people and destroy their souls?"

"You asked the wrong person," Marla shook his head. "It's not me who wants to kill people, it's the humans who are kneeling on the ground begging me to help them beg for freedom. The coroner of Ganano Town, Momir Dane, strongly asked me to help his old friend. After they were calm, I graciously agreed to his request."

"How is this possible!" Sean asked in confusion, "Why did Momir kill his good friend?"

Mara turned his head and looked at the town of Ganano behind him, which looked like a ruin in the night. "Most of these old people have no family, or are ignored and neglected by their relatives...Their favorite hometown is also withering and decaying, and the speed is alarmingly fast. , just five years ago there were more than 1,300 people in the town, but now there are less than 600 people left. How many more years will it take for them to completely disappear? They are suffering from this, and every minute and every second Living in painful memories.”

"If you've ever been to a nursing home, you know it's hell."

"And a ghost town like Ganano is 'better' than a nursing home."

"So I am fulfilling them," Malu said firmly, his pale face shining, as if he was undertaking a great and sacred cause, "instead of falling down in pain a few years later due to illness, accident, and loneliness. , suffered so much before death, it is better to embrace eternity in sleep now.”

"Vampire, how many more townspeople do you have to kill before you stop?" Sean asked,

"Kill until the remaining people leave voluntarily, and kill until this land regains peace."

"What kind of fallacy is this?" Dean refuted him, "Everyone's life should be decided by themselves, not by you and Momir Dayne, not to mention that you took away their souls and killed their next time. The hope of life. No matter how much you quibble, you can't hide the truth. What is your real purpose?"

"The real purpose?" Mara shook his head expressionlessly, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Do you still want to hide it?" Dean said a taboo, "What is the Lord of Flies that you and Momier mentioned? Are these deaths in Ganano Town sacrificing to Him?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Even darkness succumbs to deathly silence.

Mara's pupils contracted and her expression stiffened, "Each species has a unique belief, and our vampire belief is the Lord of Flies. Every time we suck, hunt, and kill, we will sacrifice to the Lord of Flies. That's all." That’s all.”

"Wait, man, I heard the title Lord of Flies somewhere," Sean looked at Dean and said, "This represents the unclean Beelzebub, who is described by various legends as a powerful fallen angel, or Lord of disease, or symbol of the sin of gluttony?”

Symbol of the sin of gluttony?

Dean's eyelids twitched as he heard these sinful words again.

Jealous Leviathan, Baphomet, Sephar the path of pride, Beelzebub the glutton.

It was as if a hand of fate pushed them in front of them.

The next second, Dean took a step closer to the boy.

"So, you vampires are the descendants of the Lord of Flies and follow his orders to kill people?"

The boy was stiff, not daring to move at all. A terrible murderous intention gripped him, as if the end of the world was about to come to him. He bared his two fangs anxiously and said sternly,

"Don't force me, don't ask too many questions. Outsiders, the affairs of this town have nothing to do with you. It's not your business. If you insist on interfering, you will be swallowed up!"

Dean just smiled calmly and looked at him without blinking.

"I can smell it in your blood. You are so powerful and have killed so many horrible creatures. Can't you see through the essence?" The boy said urgently, "In a world like Ganano Town, which is forgotten and far away from everything. There are countless main roads and resource-depleted 'ghost towns', but most of them have disappeared without a trace."

The boy's eyes stared straight at Dean;

"You think you can stop Him? Do you think they just die naturally?"

Dean's eyes narrowed.

What's the meaning? Has this vampire destroyed other towns?

The boy smiled coldly, "No, this is fate. No one can resist it. I can't say more...ah!"

Dean spat out a gray-black venomous snake from his mouth like lightning, bit him on the neck, and issued a snake order.

It's like throwing a piece of sodium into water, the reaction is extremely violent.

The boy's scarlet eyes widened, and his body arched back to the extreme, like a stick that was about to be broken. His hands broke through the restraint of his mind and danced like crazy, and his feet kicked aimlessly in the air. With.

A sharp, hissing cry came out of his big mouth, which was open to the ears, like the trumpet of hell.

The pale skin was cracked inch by inch, and blood gushed out from the large fish mouth-like wounds all over his body.

What followed was a stream of thick black smoke that sprayed out of his nostrils, mouth, eyes... and seven orifices, shooting high into the night sky. In the invisible darkness, it took away his soul and flesh and blood at the same time. Dean just made the order of the snakes.

His body shriveled into a piece of flesh in an instant, and the pieces shattered into slag, weathering in the air.

……

The vampire Marla Finch was wiped out.

"Kenny, what happened? What on earth is going on?" Sean rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"I tried to control it, but failed. A more powerful being had already marked it." Dean raised his head and glanced at the sky. The moon in the sky seemed to be frightened by the black mist that had just spewed out. After reaching the clouds,

"Who?"

"The Lord of the Flies it calls? Or its superior." Dean said in a complex tone, two familiar figures spied on in Mara's memory flashed in his mind, and his heart felt a little heavy, "Let's go to town first. Another vampire has entered the town."

(End of this chapter)