Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"Only by becoming a blood descendant can one hope to break free from this shackles and walk under the light, as if reborn."

"what?"

The few newcomers in the back row seemed to have heard the doomsday verdict. Their faces turned pale as paper in an instant, their eyes widened as if their eyeballs were about to bulge out of their sockets, they looked at each other, their fear was evident in their words, and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Being sucked dry?"

"And still have to be a mummy slave?"

Exclamations came one after another, like exploding firecrackers. Someone trembled and asked, "What kind of blood descendant is not afraid of the sun? What qualifications do you need to become a blood descendant?"

Jiang Shi Nian's eyes shifted slightly, and he looked at Ah Fu as if he were a god who saw through everything. He was not surprised by this question. He was able to see the key points and ask precise questions in a panic. This was what made Ah Fu different and intelligent.

His eyes moved and fell on the thin, round-headed man at the end of the team. He had a striking and horrifying scar on his face, which stretched from the lower left half of his face to his neck, like a hideous and roaring centipede, telling of his tragic and bloody experiences in the past. He was Yadi.

In the Black Hand organization of Walon, which is full of ruthless characters and seems like a pack of wolves, it is common for people to have more "marks" on their bodies. Jiang Shi Nian did not pay much attention to it, as if it was commonplace.

"interesting."

Jiang Shi Nian grinned, revealing his sharp fangs, like a ferocious demon in the dark night, and let out a strange laugh that sounded like the collision of barbells, deafening.

"Only the vampire that sucks your blood, after it has absorbed enough energy and completely transformed into a mortal and can switch forms freely, can the descendants transformed by it be fearless of the sun."

"As for the way to become a blood descendant, haha, whether the vampires in this castle have this ability is still to be determined."

"You have to know that it is a profound transformation of blood and soul, which is by no means an easy task. You have to respectfully call the vampire who transformed you 'father' and establish a close and strange blood connection, like a soul contract that you cannot break free of in your lifetime."

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse voice echoed faintly in the silent night, like the midnight bell of an ancient temple, adding a bit of eeriness.

This long speech was actually mainly directed to Ah Fu.

Such a talented and strong-willed person is really wasted under Valon's command, like a pearl covered in dust.

For Ah Fu, who is pursuing power and longing to be among the strongest, these words are like a magic seed that falls silently into his heart. Perhaps he will give rise to the idea of ​​"it's okay to join the devil's camp", as if a bewitching lamp is quietly lit in his heart.

Of course, becoming a vampire is not the best option. In comparison, if one wants to break through human limits, turning to the Lord for help is a wise move, just like finding a bright light guiding the way forward in the dark night.

"Why don't you explore the castle yourself, Lord?"

"Yes, we are just ordinary people. What if we are drained of our vitality and become their pawns? What if they turn against you?"

Yadi and another younger brother couldn't hold back, like ants on a hot pan, and asked anxiously, their voices revealing anxiety and uneasiness.

"Humph."

A few sparks came out of Jiang Shi Nian's nose, as if he was an angry demon showing his power, and he looked displeased.

"The castle was heavily wrapped in righteous magic, like an indestructible sacred fortress. It was the time when a family of righteous wizards was tragically wiped out."

"The entire family sacrificed their strength to set up this desperate seal, which was intended to imprison the vampire in the dark night forever, without reincarnation, as if the cage was forged with the family's fate."

"I have the ability to break the seal."

"But once you do it, you will definitely expose your whereabouts. Nowadays, human technology is advanced, like countless pairs of eyes hidden in the dark, and they can track down your lair by following the clues."

"Of course I am not afraid, but the ship is full of your Black Hand organization's assets. Do you dare to take the risk and let me take action before Valon finds a new shelter?"

"But……"

Everyone wanted to argue, like stubborn children who refused to give up, but Jiang Shi Nian raised his hand to interrupt them, as if the authority of an emperor could not be questioned.

"Listen carefully. Before the coffin that seals the vampire is opened, my shadow soldiers cannot get close. The righteous force will keep them out, like a sacred barrier."

"You only need to open the coffin and evacuate quickly. There is no need to fight."

"The body functions of a newly awakened vampire have been severely degraded. If you hold your breath and hide your presence, it will be difficult for it to detect you, just like a blind person in the dark night."

"Really...really?"

Zhou subconsciously adjusted his sunglasses, as if to hide his inner panic, and asked weakly, his voice as soft as the flapping of mosquito wings.

"of course."

Jiang Shi Nian crossed his arms and said in an unquestionable tone, as if declaring an oracle, "Let's go. I'll wait for good news here. I hope you won't let me down."

After saying this, he stood quietly like a sculpture in the dark night, watching everyone move forward. The pressure emanating from his body became stronger and stronger, as if silently urging them to move forward.

The night, as thick as ink, was like a huge curtain woven from endless darkness, slowly falling heavily from the top of the sky, covering the entire sky tightly.

The layers of dark clouds, like a lead-gray fortress piled up by an angry god, pressed down heavily with the force of a mountain, swallowing up every inch of light that might leak out.

Trapped within the dark clouds, the moonlight tried its best to let out a few cold and frosty rays of light, which fell feebly on the earth like tiny pieces of silver flakes.

The stars seemed to be swallowed up mercilessly by the extremely thick darkness. They disappeared without a trace and completely lost their former brilliance.

Ah Fu was like a towering, indestructible mountain, with an upright posture, strong and sturdy. He exuded a calm and reassuring aura, and walked steadily at the front of the team.

Behind him followed a group of elite members of the Black Hand Gang, all with different expressions, but all unable to hide their nervousness.

The group walked slowly along the winding, eerie and quiet ancient path. The towering trees on both sides seemed like silent but sinister guards.

Casting strange black shadows, the wind was like a mournful ghost, shuttling between the gaps between branches and leaves, making rustling sounds, as if whispering ominous prophecies, or crying out the sadness of the dark night.

"The Holy Lord won't use us as test subjects to feed vampires, right?"

Someone in the team lowered his voice first and whispered this.

The sound was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples and causing everyone to whisper to each other.

"It should...it shouldn't be..."

Someone echoed tremblingly, but his confidence was obviously not enough, and his voice was mixed with undisguised panic.

Chapter 138 The Old Man Selling Antiques

"Why not? The Holy Lord said that a vampire needs to suck the blood of several people to become stronger. It is just an invisible 'beast' that just came out of the coffin. The Holy Lord wants a test subject with a stronger physique. Aren't we the ready-made 'bait'?"

These words made everyone feel uneasy. A few people gathered together involuntarily, arguing with each other, as if they wanted to use the noisy voices to dispel the fear that followed them like a shadow in their hearts, like a maggot on their heels.

"Okay, we're here."

Just as the noise was gradually rising, Ah Fu's deep and powerful voice, like a huge bell, rang out at the right time, instantly breaking the slightly chaotic situation.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and saw an aristocratic castle that seemed to have struggled desperately out of the dust of time, standing quietly in front of them.

The ancient castle was like an old man in his twilight years, full of vicissitudes of life, exuding an air of decay, decline, loneliness and solitude.

Under the dark sky, the cold moonlight was like a layer of icy silver gauze, covering the castle with a gloomy and eerie coat.

The fortress is built with ancient bricks that have been worn out by the years, and is full of mottled traces of being gnawed and eroded by time. Every crack and every dent seems to be silently telling the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of the past.

In the withered garden, the dark green vines are like skinny and rugged fingers with extremely tenacious vitality, spreading and growing wantonly. Some even meander through the window frames, as if they are persistently searching for the former glory of the castle, or as if they are showing the world the ruthlessness of time.

As Ah Fu and his companions approached quietly, the crows that had been perched on the roof of the castle, like black ghosts, suddenly flapped their wings and flew away as if they had sensed a strange smell.

For a moment, the quacking sound broke the silence of the night sky, making everyone's scalp numb, as if an electric current instantly ran through their bodies.

At the same time, the old and rotten door of the castle, which was closed like the sharp teeth of an ancient beast, suddenly opened without any warning.

The creaking sound made by the turning of the rotten door hinges was like the painful and hoarse roar of the ancient castle, echoing slowly in this gloomy and silent forest, striking deep into people's hearts and making everyone's heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

A hideous wolf's head suddenly popped out from the crack in the door, its bloody mouth wide open, its sharp white fangs flashing coldly in the thin moonlight, its emerald green eyes like will-o'-the-wisp fire jumping in the depths of a dark pool, staring straight at everyone with a chilling ferocity and greed.

"My grass!"

Ah Fen's face turned pale as paper in an instant, like a frightened rabbit. He leaped up, and held Ah Fu's arms, which were as thick as thighs, tightly with his hands like pliers. His body trembled uncontrollably and his teeth chattered.

Ah Fu's strong and powerful muscles were slightly tensed, like a solid and reliable barrier, which gave Ah Fen some comfort and calmed his panicked heart a little.

"Hey! That's not real, come down now!"

Although Lasu was frightened to the point that his heart was pounding and he was sweating profusely, he still pretended to be calm, walked forward, grabbed Afen, and used all his strength to pull him down.

"Uh……"

Afen's face was filled with embarrassment. He smiled awkwardly a few times, then used his hands and feet to hide behind Lasu. He raised his hand to touch his nose, his eyes dodged, and he dared not look directly at the wolf head.

His mother had frightened him with horror stories about vampires since he was a child. At this moment, the horror scenes described by the Holy Lord kept lingering in his mind. His heart and eyes were filled with the fear of becoming a mummy and being trapped in darkness forever. How could he keep his mind calm?

"Hello, are you here for the antiques?"

Just when everyone was still in shock, a short dwarf with lush hair that looked almost like a savage, holding a pile of old things, seemed to appear out of thin air and stood abruptly at the door.

He tilted his head and asked in a mosquito-like voice, his look revealed a bit of naivety and yet inexplicably weird.

"Uh, could you please not come out of nowhere like that?"

Ah Fen was still in shock. He raised his hand and patted his bright white clothes, secretly regretting that this conspicuous outfit was like a signal light pointing the target to vampires in this gloomy place. He was afraid that he would be the first to become the vampire's "meal".

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr. Lin who's in charge here. You can call me... Mr. Lin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin man dressed in strange black clothes appeared quietly like a ghost.

He put his hands behind his back, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were like cold arrows, sweeping across everyone.

"You are here to buy antiques, too? My assistant will bring many precious treasures... You didn't drive, so you walked here...?"

Mr. Lin frowned slightly, stopped talking, and looked behind everyone. The dwarf assistant paused, his face full of confusion.

At this time, Ah Fu stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "Lamb, you don't have to care about the tiger's feelings. You just need to hand over the treasure to us."

Ah Fu's voice was steady and unquestionable, like a general giving orders.

Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, and after a brief thought, he slowly nodded and signaled his assistant to hand the pile of items to Ah Fu and others.

"and many more."

Ah Fu spoke again, his tone still firm.

"In the lair of hungry wolves, there should be no useless rags and garbage."

After saying that, he raised his hand and motioned the people behind him to come forward and check.

"My consultant will give me an estimate of the price."

Ah Fu looked back at Ah Fen, signaling him to come forward.

Ah Fen straightened his back immediately, his neatly combed hair made him look even more capable, and he held his head high.

He cleared his throat pretentiously: "I'm afraid the value of these things is not enough to decorate our boss's manor."

The hairy assistant stood there with a reluctant look on his face. He turned his head to look at Mr. Lin and muttered, "But these are good things. I guarantee that they are of top quality."

Mr. Lin gently pushed his assistant towards the crowd and said, "If that's the case, then you guys check it again."

Ah Fen raised his hand and began to argue with Mr. Lin in a serious tone, "I told you so."