Garon pulled his arm out of the wall with a whoosh.
"What are you trying to say?"
He was completely unclear about the source of the other party's power. It was as if it had appeared out of thin air. This made him slightly wary. This so-called ancestral power seemed to be abnormally mysterious. He was considering if he should study it carefully before dealing with it.
"Why don't we work together?" The old man suddenly said something that made Garon slightly stunned.
Psst!
A bloody wound suddenly appeared on the right side of his old face. Black blood splashed out from the wound. It did not flow out slowly, but splashed as if it was spraying. A stream of blood landed on the ground.
Then, something strange happened. The blood on the ground seemed to be alive. It wriggled and turned into a black line like a worm. It quickly crawled back to the old man's leg, followed his leg, and quickly crawled back to the wound on his face. Then, the wound automatically healed.
Although Garon was not injured at all, and the consumption of the secret skill did not matter to him, comparatively speaking, the other party's methods were unknown. This might be a chance to understand the witchcraft of this world.
It was not that he did not think of using Raffaele to understand it, but in reality, Raffaele was too close to his family.
This world gave him a rare feeling of peace, and he did not want to destroy it so casually. Plus, he did not pay much attention to the so-called witchcraft. Now that he looked at it, he did not expect it to have some effect. He should be more vigilant.
"Work together? Since we're working together, there must be enemies, right? " Garon's body quickly shrunk and returned to his original size. His clothes were slightly messy, and he looked like a young master who came out for an outing.
"Blood Breeds." A trace of darkness flashed through the old man's eyes. "Two hundred years ago, they surrounded and killed me. My descendants buried my split corpse in a mausoleum they built, and used it to absorb the power of the universe to revive. It was not until a few decades ago that I was accidentally awakened by an adventurer."
"Revive …" Garon's eyes flashed. "You said you can revive? What is the price of such a revival? The Blood Breeds have little to do with me. Otherwise, I would not work with you for such a small matter. "
"Unfortunately, the revival technique can only be used on strong people who are favored by the ancestors. You and I are not on the same path, so it cannot be used." The old man shook his head. "As for the vampires, do they have much to do with you?" He suddenly chuckled. His dry and somewhat mocking laughter sounded extremely strange in the tunnel.
"What are you laughing at?" Garon's face darkened.
"You have the hallucination mark of a vampire on your body. You don't know? "Although the old man stopped laughing, he still had a smile on his face.
"A high-level Blood Breed has infected your body with this hallucinatory mark. Looking at the level, it might even be a Death Apostle." The old man said with a smile. "To put it simply, you should have been targeted by an extremely powerful Blood Breed. They went around hunting for the best blood banks with strong physiques and perfect willpower. Unfortunately, you were chosen by a Death Apostle."
Garon's face turned cold.
He recalled the strange dream he had a few days ago. He had never had such a dream before. His powerful will and soul were enough to completely control all the reactions of his body.
But that dream was beyond his imagination.
"They have already treated you as the best food for fresh blood. The vampires can also obtain mysterious and mysterious powers through mysterious blood. Even we have no way of knowing what their powers are. Every high-level Blood Breed, even the Death Apostle's powers are mysterious and powerful. " The old man said simply, "But I am different from other wizards. I know a little about them. For example, they usually use dreams to tempt, intimidate, and even control their prey … "
Garon's pupils shrunk slightly.
"Dreams …" A series of explosions sounded uncontrollably from his body. His muscles and joints seemed to have countless small bombs inside them. The dull and terrifying explosions sounded continuously, connecting into one.
"I am now so weak that my strength is not even half of what it was at my peak. I can see that there is also a huge life force hidden in your body. That power is in your hands. Those hands seem to have some kind of evil power. Perhaps this is the real reason why the vampire hasn't done anything to you yet. Perhaps he is also afraid." The old man explained.
Garon closed his eyes. After a while.
He opened his eyes again.
"Looks like I really do need to understand the world of the vampires in depth …"
The old man opposite him suddenly revealed a joyful smile.
"You have made a wise decision."
Boom!!
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion.
Behind the two of them, a shapeless distortion suddenly exploded behind Garon. It was as if a huge whirlpool was formed in the air. A few black dots suddenly appeared in the whirlpool.
The black dots grew bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.
Puff!
A black thing was squeezed out by the whirlpool and fell to the ground.
This black thing was actually three people hugging each other.
Dalier, Dahm Rose, and Kenna. The three of them were twisted and hugging each other. Their eyes were confused and they were foaming at the mouth.
However, the strange thing was that a faint black halo appeared on their bodies.
"Where are the pages?" The old man took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where are the pages?"
The three of them were confused, as if they did not understand what he meant at all. The black light emitted from their bodies prevented the old man from getting any closer.
Garon walked to the back with his arms crossed and watched coldly from the side.
When he found out that he had the mark of the Blood Breeds on him, his main focus was not on the pages here, but on how to deal with the Blood Breeds who had marked him.
He was completely unfamiliar with this power system. He did not even know how the other party had marked him. That was the key.
Chi!!
Suddenly, there was an electric explosion.
The mysterious old man retracted his right hand. Black smoke was floating from the tip of his skinny finger. His finger had just retracted from the air two meters away from the three of them.
"What's the situation now?" Garon frowned. He could not understand this guy's actions at all.
"They have left." The old man frowned as well. "They used the essence of their power to leave this place."
Garon was confused. He looked at the three of them who were hugging each other on the ground. "Aren't they still here?" He saw the emptiness in the three of their eyes and seemed to understand something. "Are you saying that their consciousness has left their bodies?"
"Yes." The old man nodded. "They are using this method to avoid my search."
"What's the use of this? Their bodies are being watched by us. They will return sooner or later. "Garon asked calmly.
"That's not the case." The old man shook his head. "They can pull their bodies from a distance in an instant. As long as they are willing, it is not difficult for them to reconstruct a new body."
"What is this?" Garon did not understand the principle behind these witch doctors and sorcerers' power.
The old man glanced at him. "On our path, you are not even an apprentice. It is normal that you do not understand. " He turned back and continued to stare at the three bodies on the ground. "If you are willing, I can pass on my knowledge to you as a companion. If you want to understand?"
"You are willing to pass on your knowledge to me?" Garon had never thought that such powerful and mysterious things should be kept to the bottom of their hearts. It was impossible to pass on the knowledge without many tests. Why would this guy pass on his knowledge so casually?
"It doesn't matter." The old man smiled. "Because our knowledge has always been filled with danger. It is an endless exploration of the universe. Even if you know how to do it, you still have to cooperate wholeheartedly. You have to believe and trust. So, just knowing how to do it is meaningless. Truly controlling your own heart is the most important thing. "
"What you said gave me a lot of doubts." Garon said softly. "Alright, I hope to learn from you in the future. Perhaps this ancient knowledge will have a good effect on me."
The old man smiled kindly at him. "My name is AG. You can just call me AG. We still have a lot of time in the future. Let's deal with these people who stole the pages first. "
The two stopped arguing. Garon took out his walkie-talkie and looked at the signal. He did not care about the old man's actions. Instead, he began to contact his subordinates.
"Angie, where is Baldy?"
"Boss is stuck in a deep ditch nearby. He is trying to pull the car out." A woman's voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"You are with Pikachu?"
"Yes."
"Bring your people and come to my location. Be careful that the underground layer may collapse. Remember to bring heavy firearms and surveillance equipment. "
"Understood."
He turned off the walkie-talkie. This woman, Angie, and Pikachu were the top elites in the Nighthawks. They were also experts who practiced the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique. With their strength and surveillance equipment, they could accurately monitor an area with a radius of more than a thousand meters.
At this time, the mysterious old man AG walked in front of the three of them and sat down cross-legged. He placed his walking stick on his knees and clasped his hands together. His whole body began to tremble slowly as if he was having an epileptic seizure.
Garon did not know what he was going to do. However, he could feel that an invisible wave was being emitted from his body and was gathering towards the three of them.
"I am going to leave as well to track them down. I hope you can help me guard the body here. "The old man AG turned around and said to Garon.
"No problem." Garon nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's eyes lost their light and dimmed instantly like a dusty gem.
Garon frowned and walked around the four of them. He did not find any strange phenomena around them. Everything returned to normal.
Time passed by slowly. Garon waited quietly. His body was emitting a strong aura. Although it was not a real aura, it was enough to make the surrounding insects not dare to come close.
After an unknown amount of time.
"Ah!!"
A sharp scream was suddenly heard.
Cohen and the other two jumped up and wanted to run towards the stone wall.
Garon reacted and stomped on the ground.
Bang! He shot out and grabbed Dalier's neck before slamming him against the wall.
Boom!
With a loud bang, Dalier fainted while foaming at the mouth.
The other two people, Dahm Rose and Cohen, were so scared that they were trembling. They looked at Garon in a daze and did not dare to make any extra movements.
Their faces were pale. It was not the kind of pale that came from fear. Instead, it was a pale white that did not have much blood in it. It was as if they had just experienced something extremely terrifying a moment ago.
At this moment, the old man AG slowly woke up.
He picked up his walking stick and coughed heavily before getting up from the ground.
"Hand over the pages. They are mine!" He said in a low voice. His eyes were fixed on the two of them like pearls shining in the night.
When the two of them saw that Garon and the old man were standing together without any signs of fighting, their faces turned pale.
"What do you want? We have already hidden the pages in a place where no one can find them. "
Dahm Rose said loudly.
"You stole it from my underground palace and passed it down as your so-called ancestor's item for so many years! This is a shameful theft! "AG said fiercely. "Fate led me to find you. Come, hand it over and I can consider letting you go. "
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