"Wait … wait, I can't run anymore."
Song Er panted like a cow, holding his knees, he had to stop. He had used up almost all of his True Power from the series of kicks, and he had been running for his life all this way, which almost squeezed out all of his physical strength.
Song San couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You don't say it's not enough, not enough, not enough Qi when you attack women …"
"Go … go, go …" Song Er punched Song San with his fist weakly, then said, "That mummy won't catch up with us, right?"
"It's hard to say." Song Er said with a serious look, "I'm afraid he doesn't think we can escape, he just wants to suck all the people on his side dry, and leave us last … Strange, why is this road blocked?"
Song San looked forward, finding that it was not a complete wall, but a broken rock blocking the road. "Ah Da's mark is in this direction … The mark disappeared here, so Ah Da might be on the other side. Oh no! Could it be that Ah Da blocked the way? Isn't he tricking us? "
"Nonsense, Ah Da isn't that kind of person." Song Er shook his head, then put his ear on the rock, and started to knock.
He wanted to see if there was a weak point, and when he recovered some strength, he would attack the weak point to break this blocked road.
Unexpectedly, just when Song Er put his ear on a complete rock, he suddenly heard a loud sound, and then the rock wall in front of him suddenly exploded.
Song Er and Song San were knocked down by the rock at the same time. While the two of them were still in shock, they actually saw that there was a hole that was neither big nor small on the rocky wall … At this moment, something was slowly crawling out from the hole.
It was Song Da!
"Ah Da!" Song Er and Song San hurriedly pulled Song Da out of the carriage.
After Song Da came out, he was covered in wounds. His chest was full of wounds caused by sharp weapons — if it weren't for the fact that Ah Da was an expert in Thwart Kung Fu, he would have reported to the King of Hell long ago.
"Ah Da, what happened to you?" Song Er hurriedly stepped forward and took out a powdery substance. He began to sprinkle it on Song Da's wound to stop the bleeding.
"Stop talking, look at this!" At this moment, Song Da put his hand into the hole, as if he was fishing for something.
Not long after, Song Da actually pulled out a head — it was Lady Eve's head.
"I've trapped this old hag. Fight in a jar." Ada gasped. He felt that if the powder was sprinkled on each of his wounds, the rest of his life would be taken away. The pain was unbearable.
"If I hadn't been smart enough to block off the front and back paths, preventing this old witch from displaying her speed, the one lying on the ground right now would definitely be me!" Song Da said with lingering fear.
Song Er and Song San naturally knew how dangerous it was to fight these blood-sucking monsters. However, the fact that Song Da managed to kill one of them was beyond their expectations.
The three of them exchanged information, and each of them knew what happened after that. They were genuinely happy that Song Er and Song San were able to escape with their lives time and time again. So, they said excitedly, "So there's a super mummy here! If I had known, I would have opened the other side! "
That's right. That way, we wouldn't have to face that mummy. Song Er and Song San both felt pity for Song Da, but they felt that something was wrong.
"By the way, Ada, do you still have the strength to open the other side? We can't get out like this. "Song Er asked expectantly.
"I don't even have the strength to move my fingers right now." Song Da shook his head.
"So?" Song San opened his eyes wide.
"So, you're talking about a super mummy." Song Da gasped.
Song Er stood up, grabbed his hair and wailed, "Eighteen years later, I'll be a man again! Ada, San, we'll be brothers again in the next life … Damn, Ada, you idiot! Can't you save some strength?! This time, I'm going to die because of you!!! What should we do?! "
The other two brothers raised their middle fingers at Song Er at the same time.
"Let's find a place to hide." Song Da helplessly suggested in the end, "When we first came here, I saw another passage, but I don't know where it leads. What if we still encounter zombies … How about it, do you want to take a gamble?"
"Let's do it! Take a gamble, a bicycle will become a motorcycle! "Song Er clenched his teeth.
… …
… …
Even the three zombie werewolves were no match for Viscount Fernandes. Viscount Fernandes had just woken up from a deep sleep, so the human energy he absorbed wasn't enough to awaken all of his dormant strength.
Tu Shenyi focused his attention on Viscount Fernandes' strength and became nervous inwardly. "I didn't expect that this old monster would be so much stronger than an ordinary fifth generation after waking up after three hundred years of sleep. As expected of the guy most likely to become the fourth or even third generation of the Fernandes family in the past few hundred years. "
Thinking of this, Tu Shenyi flipped his palm, and a patterned blood-colored longsword slowly spat out from his palm. Taking advantage of the moment when one of the zombie werewolves hugged Viscount Fernandes, he rushed into the battlefield.
Originally, Hitasir wanted to block him, but at this moment, those motionless zombies suddenly moved.
Their movements couldn't be said to be fast, but they had the advantage in numbers. Advancing dauntlessly, they created a lot of trouble for Hitasir – it wasn't that he couldn't kill them, but that he couldn't kill them all in a short time.
In addition, in such a narrow space, using a wide range attack would only cause harm to oneself.
But just as Hitasir swept away a group of zombies with his blood-colored whip, he saw a guy that was like a nightmare to him.
Luoqiu!
Behind Luoqiu was Zhong Luoyue, as well as the sorrowful Y'lisabet.
Hitasir's body suddenly stiffened, because he couldn't tell whether Luoqiu came to find him, or if he just happened to come to this place – after all, this underground maze was too unfriendly for outsiders.
He recalled Luoqiu's formidable strength, and the fear he felt when he couldn't fight back … However, he quickly suppressed this fear, because the most powerful vampire of the Fernandes family was right beside him.
Hitasir felt that he wasn't afraid at all, and even had some other thoughts. His gaze suddenly became hesitant like a poisonous snake.
…
Liar, liar, still a liar.
Zhong Luoyue thought of a lot of curses, but the one that she could think of was the word 'liar' – of course, she cursed in her heart.
Didn't this guy say that following him would be very safe, and that nothing would happen?
What was happening in front of them?
Several huge werewolves and the God of Gamblers Tu Shenyi were jointly attacking a monster that seemed to have been skinned and only had muscle tissue left? Moreover, this monster seemed to be easily beating the God of Gamblers' side to the point that they could only keep dodging?
And there was also the zombie army that was biting everywhere!
She shouldn't have followed this guy – even though she didn't have any better choice.
"Why is this guy looking at you like a priest who wants to molest children? Is he a pervert? " Zhong Luoyue couldn't help but frown – of course, this was just a small counterattack to the current situation.
"En, he is indeed a pervert." Luoqiu nodded directly.
Zhong Luoyue rolled her eyes. At this moment, she was only thinking about how to escape, so she didn't have time to chat with Luoqiu. However, the moment Y'lisabet met Hitasir's gaze, she subconsciously grasped Luoqiu's sleeve.
"Why, you seem to be very afraid of him?" Luoqiu asked.
Y'lisabet lowered her head somewhat timidly, stammering, "He … he used to be the one who sold me pureblood, so he has a close relationship with my family."
Luoqiu nodded thoughtfully.
Y'lisabet hurriedly said, "But, but I don't have much interaction with him. It's because the 13 clans have always provided me with little pureblood, it's not enough for me. Without any other choice, grandpa could only find Hitasir. He is a Dark Merchant and has the source of pureblood … but, but we only have ordinary business dealings. Grandpa, he … he … "
Y'lisabet didn't say anything in the end.
Zhong Luoyue pricked up her ears, trying her best to listen to Y'lisabet's words.
13 clans, Dark Merchant … pureblood?
At this moment, Hitasir was walking slowly towards them.
His movement was very coquettish. While dodging the zombies, he also attacked, easily passing through the zombie crowd. He was only a few meters away from Luoqiu.
"My dear friend, we meet again. Did you miss me?" Hitasir asked with a crooked voice.
Luoqiu suddenly stretched out his hand, then retracted it a little. He then looked at his hand and finally shook his head, saying something that no one could understand. "Just a little bit more."
"What did you say?" Zhong Luoyue approached and asked in a low voice, "You seem to be very familiar with this guy?"
"I think that would be a very bad thing." Luoqiu quickly shook his head.
Hitasir's gaze turned, starting from Y'lisabet, then Zhong Luoyue, and finally looked at Luoqiu. He chuckled and said, "Luoqiu, you didn't come here to help Tu Shenyi, did you?"
"I have no reason to help him for the time being." Luoqiu shook his head. "I just want to take Y'lisabet to the place where Mr. Amunst passed away. She has the right to do so."
"Amunst, is it?" Hitasir nodded thoughtfully. "What a pity. When Amunst was young, he was also a handsome man … what an unforgettable taste."
"Hitasir, please, please don't say anymore!" Y'lisabet's expression was somewhat agitated – but she still used a polite tone.
"Sorry, my Y'lisabet." Hitasir smiled and said, "Luoqiu, if you just want to go over, can you wait for us to deal with the matter here?"
"Whatever." Luoqiu nodded.
Hitasir threw a flirtatious look at him and then rushed into the zombie crowd. Zhong Luoyue finally felt relieved. Because in her opinion, at least Luoqiu and this guy had negotiated something.
But this made Zhong Luoyue even more curious about Luoqiu's identity … What kind of identity did he have to make these vampires so polite?
Then there was Tu Shenyi … Wasn't he the God of Gamblers? When did he get involved with zombies and vampires?
While thinking about it, Zhong Luoyue suddenly felt a kind of sadness in her heart. She didn't know where this sadness came from, as if she had lost a very important person in an instant.
She subconsciously touched her eyes. She didn't know when the tears came out.
And at this moment, a Zombie Werewolf was blown apart by Viscount Fernandes' punch. At this moment, Viscount Fernandes no longer had a muscle-like appearance, but rather, a pale skin.
His appearance was about 35 years old, with a gloomy feeling, but overall, he was very handsome.
He slowly landed on the ground with a black cloak draped over his body, revealing an evil smile. At this time, Viscount Fernandes twisted his neck and said with a bit of excitement, "Fighting is really the fastest way to wake up the body … Tu Shenyi, right? You and your experiment subjects have contributed a lot. You really don't want to consider my proposal? I appreciate your talent. Although you are a kinslayer, as long as you can bear my blood, I can accept you. "
"You talk too much nonsense." Tu Shenyi coldly snorted, and the patterned blood-colored long sword in his hand turned from one to two.
He held the two swords in his hand and spread them out. He slightly lowered his head, but his eyes were looking forward. There was a kind of terrifying momentum crazily rising.
Viscount Fernandes shook his head and suddenly said, "There is one thing you are wrong about. That is, I am not the last member of the Fernandes Family who can become the fourth generation clansman. I am … I have already become the fourth generation! "
Behind Fernandes, a bloody aura rushed out!
The bloody aura that kept rushing out turned into a pair of blood-colored wings.
At this moment, the Zombie Werewolves around Tu Shenyi instantly pounced from the left and right, while Tu Shenyi only went for the middle, leaving Viscount Fernandes with no way to dodge.
"How do you know the power of the fourth generation?" Viscount Fernandes shook his head and quickly waved his hands, slashing towards Tu Shenyi and the two Zombie Werewolves!
In just a split second, the Zombie Werewolves that had yet to land on the ground were cut into several neat pieces, as if they were cut by a high-pressure water gun, and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Tu Shenyi used his two swords to block in front of his body. However, it was only for an instant before his body was sent flying. On the edge of the patterned blood-colored sword, there were several nicks.
Viscount Fernandes leaned forward and instantly rushed out, quickly grabbing Tu Shenyi who had yet to land on the ground.
He grabbed Tu Shenyi's head with his hand and lifted him up into the air. As a fourth generation Vampire, Viscount Fernandes' perception was much more outstanding than Citasil's.
"You and Citasil should be of the same generation, but in my opinion, whether it is battle awareness or bearing, you are much more outstanding than my unworthy descendant. I'll give you one last chance, accept my blood and become my descendant! "
But Tu Shenyi suddenly let go of his swords, letting them fall to the ground, as if he didn't intend to resist.
At this moment, Viscount Fernandes suddenly snorted coldly. He grabbed Tu Shenyi's head and threw him out, ruthlessly smashing him into the wall.
Tu Shenyi fell from the wall and sat on the ground, lowering his head and not lifting it up.
Viscount Fernandes coldly snorted, "You actually want to die? You think you can hide from my perception? "
Tu Shenyi was still motionless … In the distance, Luoqiu's eyes gradually lit up.
"You're not Tu Shenyi, who are you?" Viscount Fernandes waved his hand and a blood-colored claw instantly flew out.
It directly tore apart Tu Shenyi's mask, tearing apart his disguise.
A head full of white hair, exquisite facial features, as if sculpted by the heavens, a breathtakingly beautiful face, but eyes without any color, as if dead.
"This woman, I've seen …" Zhong Luoyue blurted out, "In Tu Shenyi's study, the woman in the painting … what's going on?"
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