Chapter 204： How to Overthrow the Rule of Vampires 01 ┃ The plot is over (1/2)

A gray sky covered a barren land.

A group of people stepped on the barren land, walked through the ominous gray fog with the smell of rust, and walked to a castle.

The sky and the world are all dark, but this castle is gleaming with gold, magnificent, and it looks extremely inconsistent.

Walking at the front, a tall man named Ming threw the **** head in his hand into the castle through the iron gate.

The head turned in a half circle in the air, and the foul-smelling, clumped hair was blown away by the wind, revealing a blue-grey face with scales and fangs. This is another mission person who voluntarily becomes a goblin in pursuit of power.

The head landed on the lawn in front of the castle with a thud.

This verdant lawn is the only life in this barren land.

Suddenly, a big dog with two heads rushed out of the castle, grabbed the head and bit frantically, its sharp teeth crushed the skull, making a chilling creaking sound. It had already smelled the scent of its head and knew that it was its owner, but it was still chewing on it.

Those who die in this barren land have only one fate, and that is to become food for others.

Ming, who threw the head in, jumped over the iron gate and landed on the lawn. Before the big dog could react, he pulled out a jade dagger from his palm and cut off two dog heads.

A three-foot column of blood spurted out from the dog's neck, dyeing the green grass red.

Ming clenched his dagger and looked around vigilantly. After waiting for a while, he saw that there were no monsters around. Then he unscrewed the lock on the iron door and said lightly, "We will live here in the future."

"Ah?" The team members stared at him dumbfounded.

Huang Mao didn't dare to believe: "Captain, you finally figured it out? Are you going to find a place for us?"

No wonder they reacted so violently. Ming seemed to be eager to complete the trial and meet the Lord God, so he went all the way to kill and never stopped. He killed a lot of big bosses, but only stopped briefly, and then moved on to the next goal.

He never planned to manage a land well, so he tried for many years in this wasteland, but he was still a poor tramp.

If it wasn't for everyone having a common goal, the team would have been disbanded long ago because of poverty.

"In the future, my daughter-in-law will have no place to live." Ming explained briefly.

Huang Mao immediately rolled his eyes. He knew that the captain must do this for his sister-in-law. But forget it, it's good to have somewhere to live.

Everyone cheered and ran into the castle, rolled on the grass, circled the living room, ran up the stairs and down the handrail, like a group of carefree children.

Ming gently wiped off the blood on the jade short sword with a fine velvet cloth, then inserted it into his palm, and continued to use divine power to warm it up. When the hilt of the sword completely sank into his body, an anchor mark engraved on the bottom shone slightly with a golden light.

As if he had some kind of feeling, Ming walked to the window, turned his body, and saw a **** wound on the back of his neck healing from the reflection of the glass.

After dozens of seconds, the wound completely disappeared, and Ming touched his smooth skin, frowning slightly, as if a little dissatisfied. He closed his eyes and recited his partner's name silently in his heart. The word "li" appeared on the skin, and the brush strokes were vigorous and powerful, as if the most experienced tattoo artist had dipped in ink and carved it bit by bit.

Ming touched the back of his neck again, with an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

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Zhuang Li opened his eyes and found himself attending a funeral.

A coffin is placed in the center of the mourning hall, and men and women in suits and black dresses are walking to the mourning step by step, bowing in condolences.

Zhuang Li stood on the left side of the coffin, side by side with a middle-aged man.

When the guests bowed, the middle-aged man immediately bent down to return the salute, which showed that he was a relative of the deceased.

Zhuang Li, who was standing with him, also immediately returned the salute, and when he straightened up, he quickly looked at the surrounding environment.

The mourning hall is very spacious and full of white chrysanthemums. All the guests who come in and go out of condolences are wearing low-key and luxurious dresses, and their status should be very noble. The engine sound of the car came from outside the door, and then a man dressed as an elite walked into the mourning hall with a tablet and asked a middle-aged man about work.

The two walked aside to talk, occasionally mentioning words such as "the company's finances are in trouble, you have to find a solution quickly".

These details all show that this is a modern society, and the development of technology is completely incomparable to the interstellar era, but there are also smart devices.

Zhuang Lili checked his identity through the Internet, touched his pockets all over his body, but did not find his mobile phone, so he had to give up.

At this moment, a woman in her early twenties twisted her waist and swayed her hips and walked into the mourning hall gracefully.

The other guests were all wearing black dresses with mourning expressions, but she was wearing a fiery red dress and a pair of eight-centimeter high-heeled shoes, with a contemptuous smile on her lips, and she walked across the audience without any scruples.

Her skirt fluttered in the wind, bringing out a strong and pungent fragrance.

Seeing the person and smelling the fragrance, all the guests showed disgusted expressions, but they could only endure with gritted teeth. When the woman walked to the mourning hall, some of the guests couldn't bear it anymore, and they turned around and left without saying hello to Zhuang Li or the middle-aged man.

The woman passed Zhuang Li and walked directly to the coffin. She casually opened the lid of the coffin and pinched the chin of the girl lying inside with her hand painted with bright red nail polish. The sneer on her face was even more profound.

"It's really dead." She sighed softly.

Zhuang Li stepped forward, ready to pull the woman away. After all, he is also a family member of the deceased, and the dignity of the deceased should be upheld at this time.

But his shoulders were buckled by the middle-aged man who strode over.

The man shook his head lightly, telling him not to stop the woman, tears and deep hatred in his red eyes, but endless depression and fear were hidden.