Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 106 Broken Arm
"Carrying 30,000 corpses down the frozen waterfall, collapsing the walls with the wails of the dead..."

Su Weiyu re-summarized a passage from it and frowned.

"It's been seven hundred years since the Silver Moon was shot down to its edge... Do we know anything about this history?" Xia Shou looked up and asked the translator.

From the members of the Heavenly Choir, Xia Shou learned that the current history of the mortal world is not the real history. This should be common sense that all researchers in the Control Bureau should know.

"I don't have much impression." The scholar specializing in historical research shook his head.

Xia Shou sighed heavily: "It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to ask him for more detailed information."

"Ask who?"

"I don't know that man's name, but his nickname is the King of Night and Fire. Some people call him the Duke of Eternity. He is a vampire." Xia Shou replied.

The faces of the scholars around him suddenly changed: "Are you sure he said he is the king of night and fire?!"

"Well, what's the matter? Is he famous?"

"Of course. For unknown reasons, the legendary hunter turned into a vampire and started hunting his former companions, directly creating the era of vampire nobility."

"The Age of Vampire Aristocracy?"

"Well, that means vampires no longer have to hide in secret. Even in normal times, they can interact with humans as vampires, form cooperative relationships with high-ranking human nobles, and openly enslave the lower-class people. At that time, high-ranking vampires did not need to hunt personally, as blood was supplied by special channels.

This phenomenon is directly caused by the King of Night and Fire you mentioned. His original name should be Rosa.

Rosa is well-known for his love of reading. During his reign, he collected a large number of books of all kinds and built a vampire library with magic. If this page was given to you by him, it should still be of reference value."

Su Weiyu touched her chin and said in confusion: "But doesn't the Blood Mother Cult also record the origin of the Blood God? It was a woman who fell off a cliff and encountered a baby's skeleton, and then became the Blood Mother."

Xia Shou nodded in agreement: "This is indeed contradictory, but Rosa showed me the Blood God token that Yi Lei gave him, a wet red bone."

The last part of this story says: "His bones are like blood, forever bright red."

"Could it be that... the bone that Uncle Yi Lei brought up was the bone of the dog in the story?" Su Weiyu guessed.

"It's very likely! Moreover, the execution squad that was previously made into a ballet work had a severe stench of decayed corpses, which they shouldn't have. And in this story, there is also a red hole filled with the stench of corpses." Xia Shou felt that some pieces of the puzzle could be slowly being put together.

However, although it was Yi Lei who sent Su Zhengyi's family into the Blood Mother Cult, the top priority now is not to continue tracking down Yi Lei, but to rescue Su Weiyu's parents and sister.

"Let them track down these clues, and we will continue with the original plan." Xia Shou said.

Su Weiyu nodded, clenched her fists lightly, then took a deep breath and said to herself in her heart that the more times like this, the more she needed to stay calm, because she would not be able to save anyone if she was anxious.

"Cuckoo~"

Xia Shou's stomach growled with hunger. Su Weiyu looked at him and smiled, saying gently, "No matter how busy you are, you still have to eat. Let's go eat. I haven't been to Ettingburg before, so I can try the local specialties."

"Well, the brain lacks sugar, and I feel that the efficiency of thinking has become lower." Xia Shou also smiled.

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……

"Boom..."

Thunder rolled in the clouds, and the lead-gray cumulonimbus clouds pressed down from the sky like a thick curtain, and electric snakes flashed in the depths.

With a loud thunderclap, heavy rain poured down. In the middle of the narrow alley, a sixteen-year-old boy leaned on his knees, breathing heavily.

There were dead bodies lying all around him, or to be more precise, dead bodies that were two centimeters square were scattered all around him.

Each piece of body was a standard and perfect cube with a very smooth cross section. These pieces of flesh originally belonged to more than thirty people, but now they had turned into a pile of blood tofu, with blood seeping into the cracks of every stone slab.

The violent rain washed down, washing the blood and body parts to the low-lying areas on both sides of the alley, and then fell into the manhole covers along the drainage route. It was estimated that people would find these body parts in various parts of the city tomorrow.

Of course, it may be impossible to detect them because they are so small, and the sewer rats can eat them all if they work a little harder.

The heavy rain beat against the boy's shoulders, his white sportswear stuck to his skin and his hair stuck to his forehead.

He dragged his feet forward a few steps, picked up a broken arm and a copper coin mask on the ground.

Then he raised his head and looked at the man five meters in front of him.

Even though it was raining, he could still smell the extremely strong stench of corpse emanating from the other person.

"Who are you?" asked the boy.

The man in the cloak avoided answering and continued, "Let someone pretend to be me and fight with the man just now, and then hide in the crowd while escaping and launch a fatal sneak attack on the other party.

This is a good idea. After all, who would have thought that you, who had aged to that extent, could regain your youth under the spell of the Blood Mother Cult? However, it can't be called regaining youth, after all, you are originally this age.

But you didn't expect that as a member of the Control Bureau, he would not hesitate to use his lethal ability on ordinary people."

The young man frowned, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Why are you helping me?"

"Your sister has been looking for you. She hopes you will go back and stop going against the Control Bureau."

Hearing this, the young man frowned and fell silent.

After a while, he sneered, "Kanae? She is still so naive. How dare a loser like her pity me? I am supposed to be the heir of the Angang family. Those old fools are really blind."

"I can understand that a blood family is one that places more emphasis on the hereditary nature of power than on the power itself. But you could have stayed, right? Although your hereditary nature is not high, if you were siblings..."

Before the mysterious man could finish his words, the young man interrupted him with a roar:
"Who would do such a disgusting thing?! This perverted house rule should have been abolished long ago!

If those old guys don't want to, then I'll do it myself, and I'll definitely make them understand!
Sooner or later they will know! What really matters is the power itself!"

"Humph, what high-risk criminal? You are still a brat. Do you think you have earned your current position in the Blood Mother Cult by your own efforts?"

"What do you mean?" An Gangxiongwu frowned unhappily.

The mysterious man still did not answer his question, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you like that idol star? She is the Saint of your Blood Mother Cult."

An Gangxiongwu sneered in disgust: "Do you think you can tell me what to do just because you saved me? You were able to cut off Bai He's arm only because of a sneak attack... But the ability you just used feels pretty good."

"I'm not interested in fighting you. I've already passed on your sister's message. Goodbye."

After saying that, the other party leaped up onto the wall with an incredibly light and agile posture and disappeared into the hazy rain.

An Gang stared at the place where the other party disappeared for a while, then looked down at the broken arm in his hand and laughed angrily: "Just consider it a meeting gift for you."

(End of this chapter)