Vampire cute baby tomb robber

298 Cain

Old Zhao walked towards Nangong Baiye while talking, his eyes exuded a kind of crazy fantasy: "As long as we have the woman's blood, we can not only get out of this cemetery, but also wake up the blood god to get eternal life and others Unexpected splendor and wealth!"

"So you've been playing tricks on me since you saw me?" Nangong Baiye said while skillfully twisting his slender wrist where Old Zhao couldn't see.

Old Zhao laughed, his lips were a little dry: "I was already desperate, but I didn't expect to meet you halfway. That's right, I started planning at that time to get your blood! You I don’t know, the blood god here is very picky eater, only the blood of a woman can arouse his appetite.”

"I know." Nangong Baiye chuckled, moved his wrist again, deliberately delaying time: "Not only do I know this, I also know things you don't know, such as the blood god you mentioned, his name and his name. origin."

Old Zhao lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Little girl, do you think I'm out here for the first time? I'm not interested in the things you said. Don't waste your time procrastinating."

As he said that, Old Zhao turned his face away, and said in a cold voice, "Daxiong, put another rattan rope around her hand!" Nangong Baiye's moving wrist froze, and he regained his composure just now.

Daxiong came over, took the rattan rope, and wrapped it around Nangong Baiye's hands and feet.

"Daxiong." Nangong Baiye lowered his voice, speaking lightly: "Da Zhuang, Qiu Donghai, Liang Sheng, they are all dead, do you think Lao Zhao will let you go?"

Nobita paused, not only did not speak, but even the slightest expression on his face.

"Life is all about retaliation." Nangong Baiye glanced at the distorted old Zhao in the distance: "Obviously, the current old Zhao has been controlled by the desire in his heart, and this desire is outside the ancient tomb. There is no problem, but it will be fatal in the ancient tomb, he has gone crazy."

Daxiong raised his eyes slightly: "As long as I can go out, I can do anything."

"Nobita, listen to me, you still have a chance, you are different from Lao Zhao, remember, Qiu Donghai mentioned the previous things, you also regretted it, you..."

"Don't say any more!" Daxiong smiled wryly, his eyes lighted up: "You don't understand at all, I may wish, I may wish!"

Nangong Baiye wanted to say something more, but Lao Zhao had already walked over. He seemed to be a little out of his mind, cursing along the way, and he didn't know who to scold.

This is completely different from when Nangong Baiye first met him.

It seems that this cemetery has a really deep impact on people.

Even a little bit of evil will spread to the whole body and cannot be expelled.

Could this be the strength of Cain?

"Nobita, what are you still doing, we don't have much time." Old Zhao glanced to the left, and then put his hands on the raft: "We have to carry her to the main coffin."

Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "Do you know where the main coffin is?"

"This is the order given to me by the blood god." Old Zhao's distorted face coupled with that weird smile was indescribably ghastly.

Nangong Baiye thought to himself what kind of blood god you are, it is clearly Cain!

However, I have to say that Lao Zhao is indeed smart.

If it wasn't for the rope vines that were added at the end, she would have broken free a long time ago.

"Nobita, watch her closely, don't let her play any tricks." Old Zhao kept turning his head and instructed as he walked.

Two people were carrying the raft, and Nangong Baiye lying on it was like a sacrifice about to be thrown into the Heihe River.

It can't go on like this.Nangong Baiye tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the burning torches, and his long and narrow eyes narrowed.

The sweat on her forehead overflowed drop by drop with the slight movement of her wrist.

Her movements were so small that they seemed almost nonexistent.

It is because of this that the wrist will be worn more severely, because the strength to do it is three points more than usual.

Old Zhao and Daxiong can't be seen out, once they see out, everything will be ruined.

Now she only hopes that the main coffin will arrive later...

"Okay, put her down."

Nangong Baiye: ...

What?So fast--

Have you moved yet?

"Swim from here." Old Zhao pointed to the river in front of him, and directed to Nobita.

Daxiong's face suddenly turned pale: "Here? Old Zhao, you can't swim in this river, absolutely not!"

There is the East China Sea below, and he will definitely pull him down!

Because of fear, Daxiong thought of retreating.

Old Zhao sneered: "It's come to this point, what are you afraid of? Listen to me, nothing will happen."

"Didn't you see the thing in the river!" Nobita pointed to the face after face on the river, feeling hairy in his heart.

Those faces were all expressionless, like wandering spirits, with empty mouths and eyes, just like the facial makeup in Beijing opera came to life, exuding a strong sense of death.

Old Zhao raised his lips, his smile was unnatural to the extreme, and he stretched out his hand, holding a delicate ring on his index finger. The color of the ring was very black, and there seemed to be something missing on it. It should have been inlaid with gems or golden diamond.

I don't know where it went now, but just looking at the texture of the ring, one knows that it must be extraordinary.

"With it, all the filth in the cemetery dare not approach us."

Daxiong didn't believe it, and there was real doubt in his eyes.

Nangong Baiye felt that Lao Zhao was not lying. Everyone knew that this cemetery was difficult to deal with.

But Old Zhao was able to move freely after leaving them, and even found the main coffin earlier than they did, which meant that there must be something yin on him.

This thing is very strange. If it leaves the cemetery, the person who owns it will often be haunted by nightmares and die unexpectedly.

But when it enters the cemetery, it can play a protective role.

Because ghosts serve the strong.

Looking at the ring in Lao Zhao's hand, it looks more like an English style, and even the place where the gems are inlaid is designed with a buckle.

If she guessed correctly, it should belong to Cain...

Only those who know how to buy this thing will buy it, like them who fight against each other, but before they want to rob a big tomb, they must get a yin thing before they can enter the tomb with confidence.

Old Zhao is indeed a good Dao Dou, but the better he is, the more cunning he is, because he is familiar with everything in the ancient tomb, and he will be better able to solve the situation that is not good for him.

In order for Nobita to dispel his fear, Old Zhao went down into the river first. He only took a few steps forward. The ring on his finger had just touched the surface of the river. Those faces retreated one by one as if they sensed some danger. into the corner.

"Heh." Old Zhao showed a trace of complacency in his eyebrows, and walked towards Daxiong again: "How is it?"

Daxiong felt relieved, and the two carried Nangong Baiye down the river again.

The water in the river is not deep, it is only waist high, but it is a bit strenuous to walk.

Along the way, Daxiong's two legs were cold, and the soles of his feet were itchy, as if he had been bitten by something, and it hurt a little.

He didn't care, and when he got to the shore, a waterweed seemed to be stuck to his leg when he bowed his head.

Nobita fell down hard, but found that the aquatic plants couldn't be shaken off, he had no choice but to squat down to pick them...

"Nobita, what are you doing?" Old Zhao turned around and frowned slightly at him.

Daxiong replied: "There is something on my foot." Then he continued to pick the water plant.

Strangely, the aquatic plants seemed to grow on him.

Nobita frowned, and pulled the shoe off...

"Nobita, as I said, it will be your turn next." With the hoarse and deep voice, Nobita saw what was on the back of his feet.

It was Qiu Donghai's face!

There was a gloomy resentment on that face, the mouth was slightly opened, revealing sharp teeth, rows of rows looked extremely terrifying.

Nobita sat on the ground with a snap, and he kept kicking his right foot with his left foot.

His eyes looked at Old Zhao, as if hoping that Old Zhao could help him.

Old Zhao didn't even look at him, his eyes flashed with longing for the main coffin not far away, obviously he had forgotten about Nobita.

Qiu Donghai's face had already crawled from Nobita's feet to his calves, biting off his hamstring fiercely!

Obviously, Nobita is hopeless.

This is a selfish team.

No one thinks only of themselves, without regard for the bigger picture.

Nangong Baiye didn't take another look. She thought, if it was the shadow of Tangmen, the ending would be different.

Those people have a common belief in their hearts.

I remember Tang Shao once said: "Sometimes, we pick up guns to make the important person in our hearts simple and happy forever. There is no smoke, let alone the flames of war. She just needs to think that today is eating beef noodles Or seafood noodles.”

When he said this, Young Master Tang was standing in the Vietnam Cun Forest, his face was still stained with blood, and he was holding one of the shadows of the Tang Sect.

That was the first time they participated in a mission collectively, and they resisted the drug lord for half a month without any foreign aid.

For half a month, they haven't taken a bath. They eat snake meat and weeds, drink the wind and rain, and hold guns in their hands all the time. You sleep for a while, I sleep for a while, and you can rest assured that your back can be handed over to other shadows.

However, here, Nangong Baiye only saw betrayal.

"It's here, I finally found it!" Old Zhao laughed like he was crazy, ran over, and ran over again, his eyes were red as if scoured by blood, protruding outwards, and the eyes were full of blood. With red bloodshot eyes, he stretched out his hand to push the raft frantically, chanting, sometimes laughing, sometimes sullen, his nose was broken, and drops of blood fell down.

But as if he didn't see it, he took the dagger and slashed Nangong Baiye's wrist fiercely, and placed her on the sacrificial platform.

The altar is oval, surrounded by a towering wall, the conical wall seems to gather overhead.

The distance is too far to distinguish clearly, only candles are quietly burning on the surrounding walls.

Each step seems to correspond to a ring of candles around the wall.Countless candles are inlaid on it, forming a strange and grand scene.

Like St. Petersburg in ancient Rome, it is full of nobility, magnificence and elegance that cannot be described in words.

There are bright red roses blooming all around, each one is in full bloom, delicate and charming, and the crystal dew still hangs on the petals, with the fragility of the early morning, but enchanting, it only makes people feel extremely beautiful.

It's like a paradise. If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe that there is such a beautiful place in such a wicked ancient tomb.

The roses swayed gently with the breeze, sending bursts of fragrance...

In the middle of the huge sea of ​​flowers, there is a coffin. The system of the coffin was established in the Western Zhou Dynasty. The emperor's coffin has four layers. It is called the ground, and it is made of basswood; the third is called the genus, and the fourth is called the coffin.

This thing can't be called a coffin, because judging by its size, it should be a coffin, and the real coffin should be inside this stone coffin.

really.

When Nangong Baiye was erected by Old Zhao, he finally saw the black wooden coffin inside the stone coffin.

On the low-key and gorgeous coffin, a huge upside-down cross is painted, symbolizing Jehovah's forgiveness and curse.

The body of the coffin is wide and the bottom is narrow, which seems to be tailor-made, and the black lacquer glows with traces of brilliance under the dim candlelight, which makes everyone sigh the owner's taste.

Inside the black coffin was a man lying horizontally. He was wearing a set of ancient British black swallowtails. His slender hands were wrapped in snow-white gloves. The piping cuffs and neckline were exquisite and elegant, which perfectly set off his tall and straight body.

At that time, it seemed that there were no suits yet, but I just made some appearances. There was a gorgeous red rose pinned on the left chest. There were so many roses, but that one was dark red, as heavy as blood.

The black swallowtail, not only does not appear thin, but it makes people feel his flawless figure. His shoulders are straight, without any wrinkles.

Two sharp fangs protruded from his thin lips. It was a face that could turn all living beings upside down. It was noble, elegant and skillful.

Such an excellent man has sickly fair skin, and his lips are so gorgeous that they are almost weird. The slightly hooked corners of his lips seem to be full of indescribable mockery towards the world.

He just lay there quietly, with his slender hands slightly clasped, elegantly stacked on his chest, and his long and thick eyelashes fell down to form a shadow.

The man has shockingly long hair, as deep as the night, spreading to the outside of the coffin, under the dim light

The most distant ocean, rippling with unpredictable light, exudes a desperate evil spirit and aloof and aloof arrogance.

His evil spirit almost made all the undead in the ancient tomb tremble.

Nangong Baiye could feel the cowardice of those ghosts at this moment.

Some people say that blue eyes and blond hair make you an angel, but black hair makes you a devil.

And Cain.

It's the perfect combination of beauty and evil...