Chapter 207： How to Overthrow the Rule of Vampires 04 ┃ Zhuang Lis Revenge (1/2)
After receiving the deposit, X took out three test tubes and walked towards the basement.
He opened the heavy iron door, walked into a foul-smelling cell, took out a silver dagger from his boots, and cut open the wrists of the three vampires tied to the wall by thick steel chains in turn.
The three vampires screamed in pain.
Plumes of black smoke rose from their wrists, as if they had been burned by a soldering iron.
If the dagger pierced not their wrists, but their hearts, the consequences could be imagined.
It is a pity that nineteen years have passed, and the relevant records that silver daggers can kill vampires have long disappeared from the Internet. The new generation of young people do not know the weaknesses of vampires at all, and silver products are completely unavailable on the market.
The major silver mines were bombed and buried deep underground, and the few silver mines that were not destroyed were guarded by heavy troops.
There is no way that the reigning vampires would let this dangerous metal fall into the hands of humans.
X's dagger has been used for many years and the blade is very worn.
He grinned and retracted the dagger, looking extremely distressed, and then randomly picked up some black-smelling blood with a test tube.
"You gave too much." A tall woman in a leather jacket and pants walked into the dungeon and said with a frown.
"Whatever, how do I know how much ten milliliters is." X waved his hand impatiently.
He was in his sixties, but he was very strong. He wore a dirty jacket and jeans. The beard on his face had not been shaved for many years, covering most of his face. His voice was as rough as a broken bellows. There was a humming in the cell.
The three vampires twisted and howled, looking at X with fear in their eyes.
"It stinks! Go out." The woman covered her nose in disgust.
X closed the lid of the test tube, and wiped the blood outside with his dirty sleeve before walking out of the dungeon. He closed the heavy iron door and hung one steel lock after another.
The woman leaned against the wall and asked, "Where's the shipment going? Do you want to track the buyer?"
"Tonight at 12:00, it will be delivered to the rooftop of the XX building, packed in a palm-sized iron box, and placed on the top of the lightning tower." X hung nine locks on the door, and thought for a moment before saying, "Follow and see, This deal is unusual."
"Vampire's blood won't turn people into vampires at all, what are you worried about? Buying the owner is too stupid, let him go." The woman sneered disapprovingly.
"This buyer is very special. He said he would kill Okar and everyone around him on the night of the blood moon." X showed a thoughtful expression.
"Huh?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head in denial. "Forget it, this is another lunatic. Want to kill hundreds of high-level vampires after buying a few drops of blood? Is he talking about the Arabian Nights?"
"In this world, human beings have only three paths to take: the first, to sell their compatriots in exchange for the first embrace; the second, to be honest with vampires as food; the third, to fight for a future. These three paths, you are willing to take Which one is better? Become a monster, become a pig dog, or become a lunatic, which is better?" X asked slowly.
The sneer on the woman's face slowly faded away, her eyes flashing with deep hatred, and she finally lowered her head and gritted her teeth: "I'd like to be a lunatic."
"Then go to the delivery. Be careful on the road." X put the three test tubes into the palm-sized iron box.
The woman carefully packed the box into her backpack and left the basement.
After going out, it was a huge slum outside, where people who lost their jobs because of the severe economic downturn all moved in. They drink the dirtiest water, eat the worst food, live in the worst houses, but live in peace.
Because the poor life makes their blood smell bad, higher vampires don't **** their blood at all.
Low-level vampires often come here to hunt, but their bodies have not been transformed by Le Qinglan's blood, and they are afraid of sunlight, so they only come to sneak attacks at night.
After nightfall, people in the slums will spontaneously form ten patrols to patrol nearby, and they will chase after suspicious figures with gongs and drums.
High-level vampires do not care about the life and death of low-level vampires, so once they are caught by humans and locked until dawn, they will be basked to death by the rising sun. Over time, even low-level vampires dare not come here.
After the leather-clad woman left in a hurry, X went back to the first floor to wash his hands, wiped his beard with water, and then climbed to the second floor and walked into the most spacious room.
"How is he today?" X tried his best to lower his loud voice.
"It's still the same." A woman in a white dress put down the half-read hardcover book and stood up from the rocking chair.
She walked to the big bed placed in the center of the room, lifted the head of the tall man lying on the bed, showed the back of his neck, and whispered, "I saw this today when I was cleaning him, the golden tattoo. , is it strange?"
X quickly walked over to the bed to check, frowning more and more tightly: "What is this? Anchor? I've never seen a captain with such a tattoo before!"
"Yes, it's the anchor, which suddenly appeared today, with golden light streaks, like the manifestation of the Holy Lord." The woman crossed her face in awe.
"Why isn't the Apparition of the Holy Spirit a cross?" X was extremely confused.
"I don't know either. But when the anchor appeared, his heart beat for a split second. Really, I could see it clearly, it really beat." The woman lifted the quilt over the man.
X turned his head away, not daring to look at the man's slashed chest and exposed heart. It was too miserable, even in the past ten years, he would still be tormented by the initial grief.
But he forced himself to turn around and look, disappointed: "There is no beating."
"It only jumped once, and then there was no movement. I should have recorded it for you to see. Le Qinglan's blood is still effective. The captain's body hasn't rotted for so many years because of that drop of blood." The woman gently Cover the man with the quilt.
Without medical equipment and medical items, they can only store men's bodies like this.
"I have to find a way to catch Le Qinglan and take her blood!" X pondered.
The woman shook her head and sighed.
They all know that it is more difficult to catch Le Qinglan than to catch Heinrich, and there are thousands of high-level vampires protecting them all the time.
"Dad, why don't I go back to Solo." The woman smiled bitterly, "I absorbed a drop of Le Qinglan's blood, and I didn't turn into a vampire, nor did I grow old, and my appearance remained twenty-year-old. Solo should still have some interest in me. By his side, I can help you find a lot of information."
The woman stood in the golden sunlight, her snow-white skin showed pale blue blood vessels, like a piece of crystal jade, her long algae-like hair fluttered in the wind, exuding a fragrant fragrance, and her holy face was as beautiful as a bright moon reflected in the water. .
If there is an angel in the world, she is.
X scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Dad couldn't have asked you to go to that bastard! Did you forget how he treated you? He threw you to a group of inferior vampires to eat if the captain hadn't arrived in time. Saved you, you've been torn to shreds!"
X sat down on the chair, covering his face and choking: "Don't go back, we'll find another way. The captain won't blame us. If he can hear, he will stop you."
That being said, X sheds tears of guilt. He knew how to save the captain, but he couldn't do it at all.
The road is just ahead, but they can't cross it, because what separates them is not the danger, but the natural moat.
The woman squatted beside him and patted his back with her soft palms, with a gentle tone like coaxing a child: "Dad, don't cry, there will be a way. Don't cry, don't cry."