"I've been meaning to ask you something. Is the veins on your wrist flickering a rare ability?" the butler asked Lu Kun.
Lu Kun glanced at his wrist and realized the red veins on his arm had somehow dimmed!
His expression immediately changed as he stared at the mountain range to the north in astonishment.
"Who dares to do this!?" Lu Kun was infuriated. His eyes were bloodshot.
He was still an elegant middle-aged entrepreneur a moment ago, but his entire body had turned blood red all of a sudden, as if something terrifying was trying to tear his skin apart and burst out!
The old butler in the tuxedo was shocked.
He had seen it for a while, but he did not have the chance to ask.
"Someone has touched my fruit!" Lu Kun's expression turned even more ferocious. His face even seemed to be covered with a few layers.
All of a sudden, several completely different faces revealed their fury, hatred, and impatience.
"The red fruit on Prison Mountain? You've been nourishing it for two to three years … "the butler did not dare to finish his sentence. He guessed," Could it be a Hunter? "
"I don't care who he is, I'll make him regret being born in this world!"
"Is it finally starting, my master?" The old butler in the tuxedo licked his lips. He looked extremely wretched and sinister.
"Go and keep him here, I'll be there soon," said Lu Kun.
"Sure, I hope you don't mind me doing something that crosses the line to replenish my strength?" said the butler.
Lu Kun agreed.
The eyes of the old butler in the tuxedo flickered with excitement.
He could finally obtain fresh blood without any restraint!
Even if a Hunter was targeting him, the Hunter would be digging his own grave with someone like Lu Kun around.
"Huhuhuhu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
A black and red cloak appeared behind the old butler in a tuxedo as if by magic. Then, the cloak gracefully split into two …
The tuxedo butler's spine began to burst out. A thick and sturdy spine burst out of his body and clothes, connecting with the black-red cloak that had split into two.
Like an umbrella opening, the bone suddenly spread out a pair of fleshy wings!
These fleshy wings were completely temporary. Even the blood and fluids were still attached to them. It was like a silkworm cocoon in a fast-forward shot, with a hint of craziness and primitive!
The old butler in the tuxedo flew into the air and said to Lu Kun on the ground, "Perhaps you've arrived. I've already dealt with the little thief."
After he finished speaking, the black and red wings flapped continuously. They had a strong sense of flexibility. After a few large flaps, his figure was like a mysterious and dangerous bat under the night sky. Under the moonlight, there was a sense of evil and horror.
…
In Lehuo Town, a thin layer of fog had appeared in the clear night sky. The moonlight was extremely hazy, and even the street lamps had a hard time illuminating the road.
There weren't many pedestrians on the main streets. At this point, the residential buildings and resettlement houses were all occupied. Other than the factories at Prison Mountain that were still operating as usual, it was hard to detect any signs of humans.
Mofan did not plan to stay here for long, but when he smelled a strange smell in the air, he knew that something was approaching.
They walked along the main street.
Mofan saw an old man walking towards them.
He was wearing an exquisite tuxedo, but a black and red leather coat was draped over it. The street lamps were right above his head, but they could not illuminate his shadow.
"Mofan, pay attention to the fog," Ling Ling said to Mofan.
Mofan looked and saw strands of red threads of air that were faintly discernible. One end was under the old man's nose, and the other end seemed to be coming from the houses in the surrounding buildings.
"Mofan, the balcony." Ling Ling hurriedly pointed at the residential buildings.
On the balconies, windows, and rooftops, the residents who had fallen asleep early had unknowingly gotten up. They clearly had their eyes closed and looked like they were in deep sleep, but they stood upright.
The red threads of air were gushing out from their five orifices.
Soon, more and more red threads of air appeared in the fog. The old man in the tuxedo who stood at the gathering point of the air threads looked like he had thousands of tubes inserted into his body. He was greedily sucking in the collective sleepwalking crowd.
Mofan looked at the old man in the tuxedo in surprise.
It was obvious that he was a member of the Blood Clan.
However, according to Mo Fan's knowledge, the Blood Tribe would only sneak around in alleyways at night, or climb into someone's window with the Dream Realm. Most of them were trying to hide their identities, thus they would not dare to kill anyone.
The reason why there were many Blood Clan members in Demonic City and why the hunters did not kill them all was because these Blood Clan members were no longer cruel. They sucked blood, but they did not kill people.
Moreover, considering the nutrition of the blood donor, they would never suck the blood of the same person within a month.
However, the old man in the tuxedo was so powerful that he did not even need to use his teeth. He could make everyone in the town enter a sleepwalking state just by standing there. He could suck in the blood of several streets and thousands of people at the same time …
"Blood Clan elder," Ling Ling said.
"What do you mean?"
"He's the one who has lived for more than a thousand years. He's the closest to the first generation of Blood Clan members … He's most likely at the same level as Bola," Ling Ling added.
"Oh, will those people be alright?" Mofan was worried.
"They won't be for the time being, but everyone will die from blood loss if he keeps sucking the blood. He's using the fresh blood to improve his strength. We have to get rid of him quickly, or he'll become stronger, "Ling Ling said.
Mofan nodded.
"Hehe …" The old butler in the tuxedo laughed in a unique and terrifying way. He stared at Mofan and sniffed Mofan's scent.
"Such fresh and vigorous blood. A young and powerful bloodline like yours should be a special collection in my blood wine cellar. As for these ordinary people, they're just trash. They don't fit the taste of an advanced Blood Clan member like me. I don't understand why those young people are so worried about hiding when they're drinking their own urine, "the old butler in the tuxedo said to Mofan slowly.
"I'm Duke Syon. I was born in the year 1029, and died in …"
Before Duke Syon could finish his self-introduction, Mofan had already arrived in front of him!
The Thunder Chariot rammed into him. Lightning danced in the air and crackled on the street. Duke Syon was sent flying into the abandoned parking lot. He crashed into a few rusty trucks.
Parts flew everywhere. The electric sparks occasionally came into contact with the air, producing a series of fierce sparks.
Duke Syon was infuriated. He climbed up from the wrecked car and took a deep breath of the blood.
Strangely enough, even though he was sent flying by Mofan, the air from the residents was still directed toward his nose.
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