Not long after the purple-eyed boy left, the bloody stab that nailed Du Yueming was automatically lifted.

He slowly slid down the wall, leaving a long trail of blood on it.

The whole body was a little weak, and he sat on the ground, Du Yueming realized his insignificance this time.

Du Yueming was suddenly told by the old gentleman that he was the honorable heir, and he was holding a black card with a long list of zeros in the amount of gold coins, and he was wearing decent clothes. But at the end of the day, he was still nothing in the face of absolute power.

The car should have gone away a long time ago, Du Yueming felt that he should try to stand up and chase in the direction where the car left......

Wait a minute. Do men need to do such stupid things? Fang Delin, who was taken away, is not a girl.

Isn't it chasing and shouting: "Swallow...... Ahem, no, it should be Linzi, my world can't live without you. ”

Tears fluttered all the way.

The more I thought about it, the happier the atmosphere became.

The channel is a little wrong, it must be because it is a brother who is taken away, not a sister......

In short, a man's grief cannot be so superficial, it must be deep.

This is the end of the matter. Du Yueming thought so, and felt a lot more comfortable.

Du Yueming opened a bottle of gathering secret medicine and poured it into his mouth. The secret medicine is still as unpleasant as ever, and the taste of the flame secret medicine last time is not much to mention, and this time this gathering secret medicine is a smell of stinky feet. However, at the moment, this place should not stay for a long time, he must use the gathering secret medicine to quickly recover his fighting spirit, so he has to endure this inhuman taste.

A quarter of an hour passed.

A slender shadow suddenly appeared at the mouth of the alley. There was a clattering of footsteps in my ears.

Du Yueming clenched the rotating pistol and took out the original crystal at the same time. He held a gun in his right hand and a crystal in his left hand, and he was absolutely vigilant.

With her hands behind her back and her bag on her back, the girl strode into the alley. The moment she stepped into the alley, her expression changed visibly, and she slowly raised her hand behind her head, for it was a rotating pistol facing her, the barrel of which reflected a cold light under the silver moon.

"It's you. Du Yueming was a little surprised. The girl in front of him was none other than Ye Xi, who was used to sitting behind him in public classes.

His tense nerves relaxed a lot, and after two months of getting along, he knew something about this bright girl.

"Du Yueming!" Ye Xi naturally recognized who it was, and suddenly shook off the hand that was raised above his head, and took two steps forward and squatted in front of Du Yueming, "Why did you get this look?"

"It's hard to put into words. Du Yueming quietly withdrew the crystal from the Ring of Sinjid and shrugged.

"I said, can you put that thing down first?" Ye Xi pointed to the rotating pistol in Du Yueming's hand.

"Okay. Sorry I forgot. Du Yueming put away the pistol.

"I said......" Ye Xi just wanted to continue, but when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the dried corpses lying around.

The pale and withered corpses lay silently, their expressions distorted in the last moments of their lives, and the ground was covered in congealed blood, as if they had just performed some forbidden ritual.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Ye Xi's eyes widened, and Du Yueming rushed to knock her down before she could scream, covering her mouth with his hand.

If she is asked to call out, and someone finds out about this situation, I am afraid that the two of them will only have to enter the Heresy Inquisition of the Holy See to explain.

............

Schill let go of Alighali's collar, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette. He was a little annoyed because so far, no one had come back to report.

Can't such a lineup be able to handle a knight squire seven-star kid?

Schill's eyes were fixed on the dark alley across the street, smoking a cigarette.

Suddenly, the streets were covered in crimson, and the fog came very suddenly, making the already empty streets even more mysterious in the night.

The fog was extremely light, as if transparent, and it did not block Shel's vision, but for some reason, he had a feeling of being "obscured".

What is it that can be hidden?

"Crimson mist. Bad omen. Alighali didn't know when he was already side by side with Sil, and his eyes fell on him, and he muttered.

Born into an aristocratic family, Alighelli was well accomplished in theology because his father had many dealings with the Church, and he was well accomplished in theology.

"So what?"

"I think it's very necessary to go down and have a look. Crimson mist, ominous signs, flowers of great evil, blood blooming...... "Alighali has a penchant for reading poetry, and he began to chant.

"If you don't want me to swell your mouth, you can continue to find an opportunity to recite those poems. Hill warned, feeling nothing more than noise.

Alighali was silent, apparently unable to ignore Ciel's warning.

When the two came to the mouth of the alley, the crimson mist had already lifted, and the two froze.

The alley was empty, but there were more than a dozen corpses lying quietly, and there was an extremely strange feeling in the moonlight.

Schill's men are all dead, and it's the standard vampire way of killing.

This is a dark blood event, and after two months, it actually reappeared.

These people are part of the forces that Xiel has been operating for a long time, and now they are all dead.

These damn darkbloods. Schill was so angry that he might have to kill a few more goblins in the camp in the next few days to vent his anger.

Overall, though, Schill didn't make him do much except for a few fewer thugs, and he was very satisfied with the remuneration paid by Master Alighali this time.

But the problem is that once you get involved in the Dark Blood Incident, then the matter is bound to be quite troublesome.

The pedantic stuff of the church will definitely babble on this matter, and the death of a few thugs is small, and it is simply an ordeal to target the church. The guys will first give you all kinds of investigations, all kinds of purification rituals, make you submit all kinds of materials to report or something, and you will also need to pay for a lot of atonement charms to bail you out.

Tomorrow is the day of departure for the concentration camp, and this cannot be delayed. So cleaning the scene and covering everything up is the best option. Anyway, no one will care about the missing a few gangsters, mercenaries and the like, such people, he will recruit them later, anyway, as long as they are willing to spend money, people who are willing to work their lives line up.

"Two people less. Alighali said with a solemn face.

These two people are none other than the two most crucial ones.

Du Yueming and Fang Delin disappeared together, while everyone else was drained of blood by the vampires, and things were going in a bad direction.

Schill stood in front of a wall, threw away his cigarette butt, stared at a long trail of blood on the wall, his face was gloomy, and said coldly: "Now, cleaning the scene is the final thing." ”

Fortunately, Du Yueming is not here, otherwise there will be words such as a fine of "5 copper plates" for throwing cigarette butts. This damn guy always likes to come out and spoil the atmosphere.

"However, the city is mixed with blood. ”

"It's nothing, that's what the big guys should worry about. ”

"That'...... What about the two boys?"

"We'll know the answer after dawn. Tomorrow's training camp is very important, and if those two boys are still alive, then there is a high probability that they will catch the train to the southern concentration camp tomorrow. Still, I hope they'd better not come, otherwise ...... Hum. Schill lit another cigarette for himself. The red-hot sparks in the darkness flickered and flickered, and he didn't continue.

Most of the shops on Rissey Street have closed their lights, but the organ taverns are still brightly lit, with people singing and dancing, playing musical instruments, dancers writhing hard, customers happily scattering golden coins, and wine glasses reflecting lust. And as everyone knows, in the alley separated by a few walls, there are so many withered corpses.

The living are still alive and hot, while the dead are cold dead. This is an incomparably real era, where people live in light and darkness, and the law of the jungle eats the strong.