In an instant, the wind howled.
The dark surface of the sea rushed toward him.
In the endless darkness, Huai Shi spread out his arms and felt the wind in his face. The dark surface of the sea was as calm as marble, almost reflecting his gradually turning scarlet eyes.
He was like a black bird, briefly galloping between the black sky and the black sea.
It was difficult to tell them apart in the darkness.
It was like a black youth in Equatorial Guinea studying the cultivation techniques of black fungus late at night …
Inexplicably, Huai Shi suddenly thought so.
Then he began to fall, down, toward the surface of the sea. So he began to contract his limbs to welcome the coming impact.
And at the moment when the fall was about to end, roaring thunder burst out from the dead silence.
Relying on the gravitational acceleration and inertia impact brought about by the short fall, Huai Shi collided with the mutated surface of the sea, like a rubber ball hitting a glass plate.
In an instant, the Vampire Stigmata was activated.
His weight was reduced by a third in an instant, and the burst of power was above his usual output. He stepped on the broken surface of the sea and flew forward!
Running wildly!
It was said that if an adult wanted to run on the water, he must reach a speed of more than 110 kilometers per hour and have a muscle strength more than 15 times that of an ordinary person. Only then could he rely on the force of the surface of the water to support his body.
Now Huai Shi was measuring his own speed, and he did not know how much Van Helsing's strength exceeded that of an ordinary person. But the vampire's extraordinary physique and speed allowed him to achieve this incredible miracle.
It was like a stone skipping across water.
The vampire, who abandoned his weight, opened his arms and stepped on the surface of the sea briskly and quickly, leaving a trail of broken marks. He stepped on the bursting ripples and galloped forward.
It was like dancing on the top of the waves.
At this moment, in addition to the indescribable excitement, there was also a trace of rejoicing in his heart. One must know that in the legends, apart from a few stagnant quagmires, vampires were unable to cross any living water, let alone the sea.
If he was an authentic vampire of the Wallachian lineage, he would have already sunk into the water and been completely digested by the gastric juices of the seawater.
But now, he was sprinting forward, catching up to the speed of the steel cruise ship in an instant. He even swept past most of the ship's hull, rushing from the rear passenger area to the front near the public area.
Thanks to the noise of the passengers and the excellent soundproofing of the cruise ship, Huai Shi's loud footsteps on the water did not attract any attention. Under the cover of darkness, there was probably no one who could see the rushing vampire.
As he leaped, his arm grabbed onto the protruding porthole on the outside of the cruise ship.
In just twelve seconds, he felt as if he had run a marathon. He couldn't help but pant violently. When he saw the traces of seawater corrosion on his shoes, he couldn't help but feel scared.
Just now, it was like walking on a tightrope above the abyss. If he took one wrong step, he would have no room for regret.
Fortunately, the most difficult part was over.
The next step was how to find Hila, who was thrown into the kitchen.
Perhaps the sound of Huai Shi's collision attracted someone's attention. In the corner of the staff corridor outside the kitchen, the kobold who had taken advantage of the fact that there was no one around to pee raised his head and looked in the direction of the porthole.
It was still dark outside the window.
It was empty.
He glanced at it curiously before withdrawing his gaze. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and continued to practice his impassioned tone, rehearsing his lines, "I declare that in the name of the dark races, you are sentenced to death!"
After saying that, he felt that the last word should have been more serious. He coughed twice and started practicing again. But there was a constant tapping sound outside the window, like a bird pecking at the glass, making him unable to calm down.
He scratched the sparse hair on the dog's head in annoyance and walked forward, wanting to chase away the annoying bird. But when he got close to the window, he saw nothing.
In the darkness, two scarlet lights suddenly lit up.
That's a … face?
The next moment, the glass shattered, and a hand suddenly reached in from outside the window. The five fingers grabbed his throat like an iron clamp, and then suddenly pulled.
In an instant, he was involuntarily pulled out of the window.
"Not bad, but unfortunately, you don't have the talent for acting."
Huai Shi finally praised, "Goodbye."
Then, he let go of his hand.
Amid the panicked screams, the kobold fell into the sea and was instantly swallowed by the darkness.
And Huai Shi, as if he had no bones, nimbly squeezed through the narrow porthole and landed in the corridor.
It was silent, as if no one had noticed.
Very good.
Next, it was time for the sneaking game's best friend — the ventilation duct!
With the vampire's outstanding skills that even Huai Shi was afraid of, he did not spend much effort to sneak to the upper side of the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, Hila was not locked in a cage.
She was just tied up and watched by two people. She slumped on the chair, weakly hanging her head, waiting for the next trial.
The two men were casually smoking and talking in a thick Roman dialect. From time to time, they would look at Hila's body with a perverted gaze that could be used anywhere in the world.
There were only two people.
Very good, it saved me a lot of trouble …
Huai Shi crouched in the ventilation duct and looked down at the two people's faces through the ventilation grate. She didn't know if it was because she had good eyesight or if it was because her detection was successful, but she could see the two people's figures clearly.
One of them was tall and thin, with a face full of wood-like wrinkles. His features were conspicuous, and it should be a sacred mark of a tree spirit.
The other short man had an obvious horny layer behind his ears. Traces of scales could be seen on his hands and neck, and there was a faint bulge on his forehead, like a horn.
Although it was not clear whether it was a lizard or a cow, it could be concluded that it was a sacred mark of a beast, which was generally the type with high defense and high HP. It could only be killed quickly with poison … Soon, Huai Shi felt that something was wrong, because the saliva that the man spat on the ground seemed to have a strong poison, corroding the steel plate with a sizzling sound.
Poisonous saliva, a head that was twice as big as the average person, and a pair of sunglasses on his face …
Huai Shi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He almost made a mistake.
Although there were a lot of lizard features and cow horns, and he looked like a boorish man with high defense and HP, this guy was most likely a sacred mark of a snake monster.
If he guessed correctly, it should be a third-order sacred mark from Greece, Catoblepas, one of the legendary descendants of Medusa, who inherited Medusa's ability to kill with his gaze.
Although the rumors were exaggerated, being stared at by him would probably immediately cause one to be poisoned, right?
After all, this kind of ability that used the gaze as a medium was generally quite tricky and had to be dealt with properly …
There were only two of them, which was considered lucky.
After the observation, Huai Shi took a deep breath, slowly took out his weapon, and carefully smeared the sword oil and poison with a cotton swab.
Next, it was time to check to what extent Van Helsing's strength and skills as a dark assassin could reach.
He took a deep breath.
He couldn't feel his heart beating in his chest.
His body temperature dropped rapidly until it finally turned into cold iron stone. Behind the mask, his face was so pale that there was no color, and only his pair of red eyes became colder and colder.
He blended into the darkness.
In the silence, only the slender test tube rotated rapidly between Huai Shi's fingers. In the rapid and silent shaking, the color of the ink suspended in the middle of the viscous liquid gradually spread out, turning the liquid in the test tube into viscous ink.
At that moment, Huai Shi closed his eyes.
In the kitchen, everyone heard a sharp sound.
It was the sound of the ventilation duct's exit being smashed by the blade. Then, from the crack above their heads, a figure shot out like lightning.
The moment the two of them turned around, they saw the figure in the air throwing a test tube at them. The test tube flew over and shattered into pieces at their feet. The viscous ink that flowed within the test tube splashed out. When it came into contact with the air, it began to expand rapidly, turning into a thick smoke that spread out like a geyser, swallowing everything.
Darkness struck.
Huai Shi had already fallen from the air. Relying on the force of his fall, the dagger in his hand pierced through the head of the tall and skinny tree spirit like a hot knife through butter.
It cut through the skull, went straight to the brain, and finally pierced through the chin with the tip of the dagger.
In the coughing black fog, the snake monster with the sunglasses subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and scream, but then he felt the sound of wind. A palm rose from below and suddenly pushed against his open chin, bursting with power.
His open mouth suddenly closed, swallowing the panicked cry into his stomach, and then he spat out half of his bitten tongue.
Without waiting for the blood and tongue to fall to the ground, Huai Shi's left hand had already pulled out a throwing knife from the back of his waist and directly nailed it into the snake monster's right shoulder. Relying on his understanding of the human body's structure and this skillful and frightening memory of killing, he wedged the fragile throwing knife directly into the gap between the shoulder blades.
And his right hand that had been pushing the snake monster's chin had already pulled out a dagger from the back of his neck. The sharp blade drew an arc across the top of Huai Shi's head and in front of the snake monster's eye socket.
The two shattering sounds overlapped into a fine and crisp sound.
After the broken sunglasses, the broken eyeballs did not have time to release the fatal poisonous vision before blood flowed out, and he could no longer see anything.
In its panic, the snake monster tried to retreat. It waved its remaining left hand with all its might, trying to expel the invisible ghost. But then, it felt a chill in its chest.
As the dagger completed its mission, Huai Shi had already thrown it into the air. Then, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed forward. With a muffled sound, the dagger pierced through the snake monster's heart, and blood gushed out.
Huai Shi let go of his hand and caught the falling dagger with his limbs. Then he turned his hand and nailed the dagger into the snake monster's throat, completely cutting off the snake monster's last possibility to make a sound.
He turned around and looked at the other tree spirit.
This kind of plant type of Stigmata usually had a terrifying vitality. Even if his brain was penetrated, he still had some consciousness left. He struggled in a daze and did not understand what had happened. He just struggled in a daze, groping his head and dully pinching the handle on his head.
He did not know what had happened.
Soon, he didn't need to think anymore.
Huai Shi took the axe from his back, raised his hand and swung it hard.
Bang!
The dark smoke spread in an instant, but then dissipated in an instant.
When the curtain was covered, what was revealed was not an exquisite setting, but a tragic blood red.
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