The boundless eastern sky turned white before you knew it, and the stars disappeared one by one. The sunlight pierced through the mist, lightening the lingering bloody aura on the earth.

However, unlike the previous morning, there was no loud rooster crow, no birds chirping, and no industrious peasant woman calling her husband to get up, and the city of Transylvasia was overshadowed by the thick smell of death in the morning light.

In the dead silence, there was a gradual restlessness, and with the protection of the sun, many people who would only hide in the corners and shiver at night began to pop up in droves, going from house to house searching for the victims of vampires and werewolves, poor people with unknown wounds, not to be treated, but to be dragged to the sun and tied to a stake, they had to bask in the sun all day to clear themselves of the suspicion that they would become ghouls or half-werewolves, may God bless them from heat stroke.

There are even people who have lost their minds or been driven mad by vampires, pouring into the cemetery like a flood, digging up graves one by one, knocking coffins to pieces, bringing out corpses, and burning the rotting corpses, while the non-decomposing corpses are beaten with blunt objects until they are blurred with flesh and blood. The bodies left behind by the dead seemed so ridiculous and pitiful at this time. If I had to describe that scene, there would be only one word, slaughterhouse. Those who may still be their relatives and friends before their lives were ruthlessly dismembered and burned...... As soon as qiē is just because ghouls have a habit of burying themselves and disguising themselves as corpses to hide from the sun.

Everywhere was filled with shouting and scolding, interspersed with the buzzing of large swarms of green-headed flies enjoying the feast, and the brave and cowardly people who had appeared to be brave or cowardly in the last night's moat, were venting their fears of death in various fierce ways, enjoying the joy of saving themselves by abusing more unfortunate people or corpses.

In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted, "Look, what is that guy going to do?"

One man paid no attention to them, and seemed to treat all the others as busy ants, and greeted the sun on his own, walked to the center of the square, sat down cross-legged, and the light of dawn pulled a long back behind him.

Intrigued by this man's strange behavior, people began to gather around him.

"Quick, look at his face!" suddenly someone shouted in horror.

The sun is just rising above the horizon, the morning sun has just dispelled the gloom, and the soft sunlight is shining on people, and people even feel cold.

However, the golden sunlight shone on the man a hundred times more powerful than any poisonous sun, and his skin soon appeared red spots, making a slight sizzling sound and green smoke like fried poached eggs in a hot pan, and even bubbles.

At first, however, the man's body was trembling. It seems to be enduring great pain. It won't be long after. But it calmed down again. Facing the sun, sit as steady as Mount Tai. Even the eyes. also squinted into a line against the sun. Focus your gaze into a sharp bunch. Fight the sun.

With his eyes as the core. The bulging blood vessels spread to the face and head like tree roots. You can even see that the blood inside seems to be boiling hot, flowing wildly. It made his face look horrible.

"He's a ghoul......? Is he crazy?" someone in the crowd realized the problem. In fact, the man's state is obvious. Ghouls who are caught in the sun and tied up in the sun can have this condition on their skin. It's just that it won't last long. Because they are not quickly turned to ashes by the sun.

But there is absolutely no ghoul who can control himself from walking into the sun. They only dodge the sunlight like humans dodge the flames. The man's approach is undoubtedly like a man who walks into the flames of his own accord without receiving any persecution. as if he let the fire burn his body.

Although the man's behavior made them very confused. But then they found two distinct tooth marks on the man's neck. affirmed this judgment.

"I recognized him. He was one of those Orientals. I remember the guy was amazing. Knives and guns can't hurt him!" though the sun made the man's skin as miserable as that of a terminal skin cancer patient. But there are still people who can identify him by the outline of his place.

That person is Wang Zongchao!

Recalling the other party's awesomeness, and the fact that the other party had been identified as a ghoul, many villagers' faces began to change and wanted to flee back, but the next sentence still gave them confidence again.

"Don't be afraid, it's daytime, the sun is getting fiercer, and he will soon be purified. ”

But then, the onlookers realized that something was wrong.

Although the sun tortured the man, and his skin was full of sores and even bleeding, he never died, let alone turned to ashes.

"You better don't toss yourself, go in peace, may God bless you!" Finally, someone could not bear to witness this tragic situation again, and after making a cross on his chest, he raised the silver stake in his hand, walked to the back, aimed at the man's heart from behind, and nailed it down hard!

Not to mention ghouls, even high-ranking vampires, when their hearts are nailed into silver stakes, only real death, except for the Count who is already truly immortal.

However, the observation of this group was not enough to make them aware of a problem: the square covered with the blood of the big beach was full of annoying flies buzzing, but there was not half a fly left within a radius of two meters of the person!

If you look a little more closely, you will find that there are the remains of a few flies around the man, and they are all broken into several pieces like fragile glass.

The silver stake was nailed to the man's back, and after making a sound that was not gold, it was bounced away.

Not only that, but the man holding the silver stake screamed, threw the silver stake in his hand away, held his hands and began to scream miserably.

The part of the skin that touched the silver stake in the palms of his hands was gone, revealing red and white tendons, and white air was bubbling upwards.

And the skin of his palm was stuck to the silver pile, which had rolled off and was quickly covered with a thin layer of frost, obviously extremely cold.

"The man has magic, and he is resisting the purification of the sun with magic. There was a man who looked like a priest gasped.

This sentence stabbed the hornet's nest, some people began to retreat, and some others were shouting to kill the man, but no one dared to go up and do it, after all, the person who did it just now was in a miserable situation.

"Come to the holy water, the holy water can deal with him!" the priest immediately commanded.

They all thought of destroying Wang Zongchao, because they all knew very well that the stronger the warrior, the greater the danger after being transformed into a ghoul or a werewolf, just like Princess Anna's brother Wicken, as for the person who could resist Dracula's evil will after transforming into a dark creature, there had never been one.

Soon, someone went to the church and brought back a large plate of holy water, and then couldn't wait to pour this basin of holy water on Wang Zongchao, whose medical value was even more precious when many people were injured and dying.

The rippling golden luster of holy water made a sizzling sound like a sulfuric acid corrosive object on Wang Zongchao's body, and then quickly condensed into ice, forming a layer of pale golden ice armor on the periphery of Wang Zongchao's body, and the cold air spread in all directions, forcing people to retreat again and again.

"Let's leave him alone, the sunlight will get stronger and stronger, and the holy aura of holy water is definitely not something that any dark creature can bear, he can't stand today. Looking at the strange scene in front of him, the pastor endured his weakness and made a conclusion in a confident tone.

People observed for a while, and through the transparent pale golden ice, it could be seen that Wang Zongchao's face was festering at an accelerated rate, almost not human-looking, only his squinted gaze was still as sharp as a sword, sharp and sharp, competing with the sun.

"He won't be able to support it for long. People comforted themselves like this, and gradually dispersed, they all subconsciously didn't dare to push too hard, after all, the other party's strength is also obvious to all.

The sun rises higher and higher, the sun is getting more and more intense, it seems that last night the vampire used magic to unleash a thick fog that had an effect on the celestial phenomena, as if to compensate, now the sky is not cloudy at all, the sun is scorching, and the earth is exposed.

In the highlands, it is extremely cold at night, but the scorching sun is also very powerful on a sunny day. No matter how dense the shade of the trees was, the shade of the trees was not enough to shield them from the scorching sun, and the unobstructed square was even more scorching, and the large residual blood stains on the stone floor had been tanned into a black-brown solid, steaming with an unpleasant smell.

However, there was not a single fly in sight at this time, and the ground was enough to bake eggs under the scorching sun, and even flies would shy away.

Only Wang Zongchao was sitting quietly in the empty square at this time, his skin was so damaged that he couldn't see the skin that used to be a person, because his scalp had festered so much that he couldn't tie his hair, his hair fell off completely, and was quickly blown away by the wind.

But his gaze has always been in line with the sun, although his whole body sits motionless, but when the sun rises, his body seems to be pulled by the power of the sun, like a cloud turning slightly, and as if by the power of the earth, he always faces the sun.

Finally, when he began to face the bloody sunset, the villagers watching this scene began to panic again.

Ghouls or vampires who are not afraid of sunlight and holy water, what does that mean?

For hundreds of years, as far as the villagers knew, only Dracula was able to do this.

"I've never been afraid of the sun, I'm just disgusted with it!" said the Earl.

"Burn him before the sun goes down!" finally someone shouted something like that.

So some villagers tried to put a few sticks of wood next to Wang Zongchao, but seeing that Wang Zongchao still didn't pay any attention to them, their courage began to grow.

More and more villagers brought in timber and hay, and piled it up with Wang Zongchao as the center, which soon became piled up and submerged Wang Zongchao in it.

………………

"Bastard, do you really let that group of thugs do whatever they want like this?" Zheng Zha, who had been following Wang Zongchao's condition with a camera in the basement, finally had a seizure that he couldn't bear it anymore.

However, his legs have not yet grown, he can only support the table with his hands, and his body jumps out with a roar, and then he runs up with his hands in turn, with his current body and the ability to balance and coordinate his body after opening the genetic lock, it is not difficult to do.

Li Shuaixi and Zhang Jie, who were also in the basement, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"Don't be impulsive, you know, we are now waiting for the opportunity by relying on the illusion of 'group annihilation', and it is not appropriate to expose us in advance. And Wang Zongchao has also said that we don't need to pay attention to him during this time anyway. Zhang Jie persuaded first.

"Get out of the way!" Zheng Zha pressed his hands to the ground, his eyes were highly bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, biting whoever stopped him.

"All I know is that I can't tolerate my brother being burned alive by fire while I want to be a turtle with a shrunken head, it's too much of a bag!

Besides, it's you who are already 'dead', but I'm still alive, and if you don't go out, there's no problem for me to go, right?"

"But what are you going to do to stop those villagers?" Zhang Jie smiled bitterly, "If you expose your blood clan abilities in the process of conflict with the villagers, I'm afraid it will make the situation worse, right? And you must know that your appearance against Dracula last night has made some people mumble in their hearts, but Princess Anna has suppressed it. ”

"Teacher Wang will be fine. Li Shuaixi suddenly said in a calm tone.

"After the alien mission, I have basically been training under the guidance of Teacher Wang, and I know very well what Teacher Wang is practicing.

Do you know how perverted he is in cultivating the Four Heavens of Ice and Fire? He can turn the temperature of the eight ovens in the secret room to the maximum, and that temperature has reached seven or eight hundred degrees Celsius, and he can stay for half an hour when he stays.

This is nothing, he can even cultivate in the red iron sand that has been burned hot and red, at least seven hundred degrees, at first he just inserts his hands like cultivating iron sand palms, and then his arms, legs, and even his whole body can enter the cultivation at the back, and the iron sand can only hurt his epidermis at first, and in the end, he can't even hurt his epidermis.

So I don't believe that the villagers can do anything to Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang just disdains to pay attention to them!"

"Yes, I also talk about this kind of cultivation in the cultivation materials of the warrior monks, cultivators can sit still without drinking or eating, let mosquitoes and ants bite and ignore it, and sit for several days or even more than a month...... At this time, Mu Gang also came over and persuaded him.

"Ignore the bites of mosquitoes and ants...... It turns out that he treats all the villagers as mosquitoes and ants? What a big spirit!" Under the persuasion of everyone, Zheng Zha calmed down, but he couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile.