Huai Shi was taking inventory of his belongings.
There was still half an hour before dinner. He had to at least figure out what kind of situation he was in and what other things he had on him.
A coat, a replaceable leather lining, a change of pants and a shirt, a copy of the "Holy Book" written by the Holy Spirit Genealogy, a wanderer coin, and 345 copper coins, which could be exchanged for 30 silver coins.
These were all miscellaneous items.
Then there was a set of small alchemy equipment, a box full of green solidified grease, with 14 throwing knives that could be thrown at any time. It seemed that the green was not a good thing.
A crossbow that could be installed on the inside of the arm. If he wore a coat, it would not be visible. Two daggers carved with holy words, a short knife that could be tied to the calf … These were all just taken inventory.
There were about 16 test tubes filled with scarlet liquid. Huai Shi tried to open them and smell them. He felt that the thirst in his lungs had greatly reduced and was even full of freshness.
But he was full of desire for the liquid in the test tubes.
Alchemy concentrated plasma.
In addition to being a daily consumable, it could also be said to be a silver blood potion for vampires.
As long as there was enough blood, he could quickly recover from his injuries. When necessary, he could also use the two tubes of blood with the silver mark. The plasma was mixed with slightly cool silver nitrate, Archaea, and other drugs to create a strong stimulant.
Apart from that, Huai Shi finally noticed the 16 small bottles. After opening them and sniffing them, she discovered that they were filled with sword oils of different colors. There were also different labels on them — the insignia of different dark creatures.
In other words, these were highly toxic poisons created for various monsters.
It could only be said that Van Helsing's business was too skilled and professional.
And the most important thing that Huai Shi checked was the hand axe that he was very familiar with.
Even the weight and feel of it were the same.
The purification runes on it made up for the lack of source material. It was a rare weapon, and even its sturdiness was not inferior to the border relics.
The only drawback was that it was not very convenient to take and carry. However, Huai Shi could at least hide it in his piano case.
It would be great if it could be used like the Axe of Wrath.
After entering the Instance Dungeon, his soul power had disappeared … It was understandable that soul power represented the essence of every Sublimator. If KP could keep the Stigmata of Van Helsing and give him soul power at the same time, wouldn't it mean that he could control Sublimators at any time?
And this might not be a bad thing.
Huai Shi had already entered the mindset of a traitor. After all, he was only Tier 1. Even if he had it, its usefulness would be limited … And if he couldn't use it, no one else could.
Everyone was on the same level … roughly.
However, Huai Shi didn't know the identity of the others and what kind of Stigmata they were given. Now, Huai Shi had begun to familiarize himself with the Vampire Stigmata.
Fortunately, Vampires, like ghosts, were agile and relied on speed and reflexes to carry out high-speed attacks. If there was an auxiliary or heavy defense type, Huai Shi would be completely at a loss.
Van Helsing's experience with weapons and the Stigmata seemed to have been preserved along with the command that was almost engraved in his soul. After a little exercise, Huai Shi had miraculously mastered the speed and reflexes that were far beyond his previous limits.
Now, he was able to jump nimbly in the narrow cabin of the ship without making a sound.
Not only could he easily jump on the bed, deck, walls, and tables, he could even easily jump on the back of a chair. His weight seemed to have disappeared as he turned into a black shadow and quickly bounced around the room. Even the specific outline could not be seen, only a vague trajectory.
What was even more surprising was that such a high-speed movement did not even cause a gust of wind.
With a wave of Huai Shi's hand, several cold lights flew out from his hands and sleeves and quietly sank into the table without even the slightest sound.
Huai Shi looked at his masterpiece in amazement, frightened by the performance just now.
A complete assassination type … How much effort did Van Helsing put in to hone this skill?
But if one carefully recalled, it was not difficult to understand where this guy's fanatical sense of mission came from … Just like the Red Gloves, this guy was completely a tool created by the Church.
In order to eliminate dark creatures, they created dark creatures, and in order to cultivate executioners to kill … but in a dignified name.
Ever since Van Helsing learned to read and write in the Holy Church, his teacher began to tell him: Everyone has original sin, but some people are deeply sinful, such as you and me.
Only piety is the road to salvation.
Only by putting this piety into action can the world become better and better.
Only by making greater sacrifices can this original sin be forgiven.
In the pedigree of the Holy Ghost Church, there was the dark side of this original sin.
Even if they were 'believers' in the first stage, they would begin to part ways in the second stage. By swallowing the Golden Apple given by Paradise, they would jump to another path of sublimation and become impure, and then they would be specially trained to become executioners · vampires.
Only when the Church felt that their sins had been redeemed would they be given a holy object to advance and be redeemed.
And in Van Helsing's memory, the Upper Stigmata of vampires turned out to be the Angel of Authority …
It seemed that the Holy Ghost Church's pedigree was very deep.
It was indeed a behemoth that once occupied the entire West. If it had not split, it would have been worthy of being called the first pedigree.
Time flew by quickly as he was thinking and organizing his items.
When the bell finally rang, Huai Shi, who had dressed up as a cello player, walked out of the room again and happened to bump into Old Xiao, Lei Feizhou, and Yue Jun.
But he did not see Ni Heng and Clement.
Without the direct supervisor to control him, Clement had become an NPC and could not be considered an ally. It was not strange that they did not see him. But it was surprising that Ni Heng was missing.
Did that guy go out early?
After knocking on the door a few times, there was no response. At this time, more and more people were in the corridor. They looked at each other tacitly, and Old Xiao took the lead and walked in front. "Let's go to the restaurant first. It seems that the restaurant is where the characters will appear. I'm afraid there will be some important plot."
Huai Shi still pretended to be controlled by Ai Qing and listened to the instructions from Ai Qing in his mind. He followed closely behind and did not have any opportunity to say anything flirtatious or cause trouble.
Why did it feel like he had lost something …
As they moved forward, the number of other passengers increased, but there was a heavy pressure between them. Although most of them looked calm, one could vaguely see a trace of distress or panic like birds startled by the twang of a bow.
This feeling of abnormality became more and more obvious when they reached the restaurant.
Huai Shi could not help but frown.
As far as the eye could see, not a single smile could be seen on any of their faces. Perhaps it was just a layer of fake polite smiles. Most of them were deeply worried and full of apprehension. There were even more people whose faces were filled with impatience and viciousness, causing others to be unwilling to approach them.
The whole restaurant was immersed in a gloomy atmosphere.
It was as if a storm was coming.
Even if they were talking by chance, everyone was trying to lower their voices, as if they were afraid that someone would overhear them.
"Why is it so gloomy?"
Huai Shi was stunned and almost could not hold back his usual silly smile. Ruining the atmosphere was not a big deal, but when everyone was worried, if he was the only one who was happy, wouldn't he attract a circle of hatred?
"Didn't you pay attention to the background of your character card?" He heard Ai Qing's reminder. "And the identities of Old Xiao and the others …"
A poor cellist who had lost his sponsor, a worker who had lost his job, and a bodyguard who had a bad reputation in the industry who could not find an employer …
It seemed that everyone's identity was not the high-spirited type. Instead, they were all unlucky and tragic. Even if they had a chance to go to a new world, who knew what was waiting for them in that unknown world?
Therefore, it was reasonable for him to put on a distressed face.
But these people …
"This means one thing." Ai Qing said indifferently. "We are not the only ones who received the mysterious letter. It is even possible that … everyone on this ship was invited by various mysterious letters."
Huai Shi sucked in a cold breath.
Just as he was looking left and right, he suddenly heard a sharp and old voice.
"How many times do I have to tell you before you will listen? It was stolen! My little baby was stolen! " A heartbroken old woman grabbed the crew and shouted in a sharp voice. "The person who stole my sweetheart must be hiding among these bumpkins! It must be! "
The old man was obviously different from other passengers. He was dressed luxuriously, and his fingers and neck were wearing expensive jewelry. When he spoke, he revealed a sense of arrogance. Obviously, his identity was not ordinary.
"Relax, my sister."
An old man next to her persuaded in a hoarse voice. He was sitting in a wheelchair. It seemed that he was too old to move. His tone was weak. "Maybe Bobby just went out to play temporarily. No one here will steal your pet."
"Shut up, you old trash. If you didn't have a brain problem and wanted to go out, how could Bobby get lost …"
Being humiliated in public by his younger sister, the old man seemed to be used to it. He just sighed tiredly and opened his mouth to say something. However, he coughed violently again, as if his lungs were going to be coughed out.
Trembling, he took out a small medicine box from his arms, swallowed a few pills, and gasped with difficulty.
"Sickly bastard, you can't be of any use! You only know how to eat all day! If it weren't for you, my Bobby … Wuwuwu … "
The woman with age spots on her face cried when she got emotional. She covered her face and fell on the shoulder of the young man next to her. "What should I do, dear? You must help me, my Bobby … my Bobby …"
Beside her, the handsome young man gently patted her on the shoulder, comforting the heartbroken old man in a soft voice, causing Huai Shi and the others to be dumbfounded.
Ni Heng?!
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