Located on the outskirts of Chicago, there is a remote villa area, which was developed and stranded for some reason, resulting in this area becoming an unfinished building, and naturally, those built villas cannot be sold.

The company that developed the property was called 'Xingao Real Estate Group', which was owned by the Morgan family.

The villa is surrounded by dense one-meter-tall weeds that envelop almost all the buildings, a bit like a post-apocalyptic wilderness city.

At this time, in the distant sky, a black light pierced the sky, landed on this unfinished villa area, stopped for a moment, and immediately flew towards a villa in the center of the villa area.

Falling outside the villa was a middle-aged man with black wings on his back, slightly curly hair, a Chinese face, and his hands hanging weakly on his sides.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, containing endless anger, and the wings that grew behind his back without feathers gradually twisted and retracted, making an extremely strange sound, all of which were withdrawn into his body, and the two wounds on his back were gradually closed, without a trace.

"Damn the Dragons, I'm going to kill you. ”

The man let out a low roar of angry scolding, and immediately looked at the gate of the villa in front of him, his expression became a little more respectful, "Master, Morgan asks to see." ”

In the quiet villa area, there are only some insects chirping and the sound of the wind blowing weeds, and the atmosphere is unusually weird and scary.

The villa in front of Morgan was silent for a moment, and an ancient voice came out, "Come in, my child." ”

Morgan dared to approach the villa, pushed open the door of the villa with one hand, and strode in.

There is no imaginary clutter in the villa, and you can still see many flowers and plants planted in the garden in front of the villa, but they are only well cared for.

"The hosts. Morgan swept across the garden and strode into the living room of the villa, where a thin old man with gray hair and a hunched body was facing away from him.

Morgan stood respectfully in the living room, with a look of adoration and humility on his face, and bent down.

There is extreme awe of the old man in front of him, who seems to be dying. In the living room there are some old wooden furniture, each of which is an antique-level existence, and there is even a very old piano with music scores on it, which is obviously used regularly, and next to the old man, there are several bookshelves, which are piled up with all kinds of books, from the face of the books

Color discrimination, apparently also some years.

"Son, I'm glad you came to see me. ”

The old man turned to a face like dead tree bark with a smile on his face, and a pair of large-framed reading glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose.

"The host, Harmon...... He's dead!" Morgan began, his voice shaking.

The old man did not speak, and was silent for a few seconds, which undoubtedly seemed like a century to Morgan.

"Harmon is dead......? However, he is also one of the few people chosen by the ancestor, and he is not the most talented. The old man said slowly, "Oh, you seem to be injured too?"

"He was injured by a dragon countryman, and his strength is very strong. Morgan nodded, his eyes resentful.

The old man put down a book in his hand, and immediately walked to the side and stretched out his hand to press it on a bronze wall lamp, a row of bookcases made a gurgling sound, and moved sideways from the right, and there was actually a huge iron cage hidden inside, and several young men and girls were locked in it, with frightened expressions on their faces.

"The very strong youth of the Dragon Kingdom, no matter who he is, if he dares to stop our blood clan's plan to revive, he must die. The old man said, hooking his finger at a man in the iron cage.

"Poof!"

The man's eyes were frightened, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on his neck, and the grumbling blood flowed out, and it actually flew up in the air, pulling out a long streak of blood, and the man's face showed a look of pain, but he couldn't make any sound, and the muscles of his face writhed violently.

And those young boys and girls who were also locked in iron cages saw this scene, and they all showed desperate expressions, silently flowing tears of fear.

The blood that flew in the air immediately flew to Morgan's arms, and immediately pressed against the skin, penetrating into the injured arms, constantly repairing the injured bones.

Morgan had a slightly happy expression on his face, and his arms were gradually healed intact.

"Thank you, host!"

"Okay, now that you've been exposed, the Morgan family doesn't have to go back, as for our plans, we must not be exposed, I believe that the other races are starting to prepare for the return, and we must speed up. The old man said with a solemn expression.

......

A blue light pierced the sky and suddenly appeared above the area.

"Well, that guy looks like it's supposed to be here?"

The blue light stayed in the dark sky above the night, and on the giant sword about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide, there stood a young man with black hair and black eyes, staring at the unfinished villa area below.

At night, when Morgan fled, Zhuo Bufan did not chase him, but left a divine thought on his body, as long as the other party did not flee too far, he could judge the other party's location.

It is estimated that Morgan did not notice his divine sense at all, otherwise he would not dare to continue to stay in downtown Chicago.

Zhuo Bufan slowly controlled the Ice Emperor Rain Sword to fall vertically, and did not rush directly into the villa area, Morgan is a Western blood clan and Joe are both vampires, but Qiao has been sleeping for a hundred years and has broken off contact with the blood clan, and he doesn't know the current situation of the blood clan.

Therefore, Zhuo Bufan deliberately let Morgan go during the banquet, otherwise, he could kill Morgan with one blow at that time, and the other party was just to find out some information about the blood clan.

Falling to the ground, Zhuo Bufan collected the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his body, and then slowly walked towards the inner area of the villa along a road where weeds were relatively scarce.

The rustling sound is particularly harsh in the quiet of the night.

At this moment, in the dark shadow corner of a villa, an upside-down black guy, with two bright black eyes, stared at a young man walking slowly among the weeds in front of him.

The black guy had a round head, two pointed ears, and a layer of fluff growing on its curly wings, and suddenly, it opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, spread its wings, and flew towards a villa in the center of the villa.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth showing a trace of disdain.

The black bat flew into a villa and landed on the shoulder of an old man.

"Morgan, you're being followed, someone is coming. The old man said calmly.

Morgan's face changed drastically, "Could it be that Dragon Countryman, what method did he use to follow me?"

"Since he is here, then we will kill him today, after all, Hamon also has the noble blood of our blood clan flowing in his body, and the people who killed our blood clan dare to come to you, hum!" The old man snorted coldly, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his face showed a somewhat hideous color, "The blood of the strong is the most delicious." ”