"Hmm...... This feeling...... It's amazing......"

In the underground parking lot, the light from the incandescent lamps placed on the top is a little dim, dizzying.

A small red car was parked in the corner of the garage, and Lin Ming was holding a good-looking woman, the expression on her face as subtle as the words that came out of his mouth.

The woman in his arms was dead, and the cause of death was two spots of red on her neck.

Lin Min drained her blood, and the hunger and thirst in his stomach were relieved, and this was the first time he had drawn blood directly from a living person.

He felt that it was wonderful, whether it was the feeling of snatching the life that belonged to her from a woman, or the feeling of emptiness in his abdomen and the weakness of his limbs, which were gradually filled and expelled by warm liquids.

Although taking his life and even draining his soul was already a routine thing for him, for some reason, Lin Ming felt something completely different from the 'hunting' just now.

It was a very mysterious thing, something completely different from the kind of 'pleasure' that existed in the whole process of causing others to fall into a dream, gradually dying in a dream, and dedicating the power of the soul to Linming, and it was a completely different kind of 'pleasure'.

However, pleasure came and went quickly, and due to the special structure of the blood body, the blood of one person who had just entered the abdomen was quickly digested, and a rush of urine followed.

Unlike the blood products that Lin Ming drank in the Blood Clan's palace, those products had been highly purified, and after losing a sense of freshness of the organism, they were more of a manifestation of energy.

Drinking those blood products does not produce the urge to urinate, and directly sucks human blood, and the water and impurities in the blood will be excreted after being digested.

Isn't that elegant......

Lin Ming put down the female corpse in his arms, and then he did a very ungraceful thing - to relieve himself in the car belonging to the woman.

"Whoa!"

The sound of opening the floodgates is particularly harsh in this underground parking lot.

After finishing the matter, Lin Ming locked the female corpse in the car with his excrement, this person has no morals at all.

Or rather, he didn't take the time to think about something that didn't make any sense.

He was thinking about one thing:

"Now that there are a lot of cultivators in the city, it won't be difficult to catch another live body and come back, so it's better to go back and directly suck that Zhou Thirteen dry......

After eating abalone, he will no longer be interested in Jiukong, Lin Ming has never tasted the taste of Zhou 13 now, if he has tasted it, maybe he will not touch the blood of mortals again.

It's hard to put into words, but he feels that way.

In fact, a bloodthirsty meaning had already emerged from his body, and the source of bloodlust was pointing to Zhou Thirteen.

When he was alone with Zhou Shisan, it was always as if a voice kept whispering in his ear:

"Suck her blood dry...... Suck her blood dry......"

There is no other consciousness in this body other than Lin Ming, so Lin Ming thinks that this is an existence similar to biological instinct.

The blood of a cultivator is irresistible to the blood clan, and even the blood in the body of the lowest cultivator is ten times purer than that of ordinary people, not to mention that Zhou Shisan is still a master among cultivators.

Her blood made Lin Ming's blood clan almost crazy, and the idea of this madness after Lin Ming 'opened the meat' kept coming to his mind.

The hormones secreted by living organisms can affect the brain, and Lin Ming knows this very well, so this impulse is quickly suppressed by him.

What are you kidding, the secret technique against the cultivators has not yet been completed, and it is not in Linming's interest to kill the experimental subject now.

Lin Ming is a sane guy, no, it should be said that he is a guy who only has reason left.

"When the research on the secret art is completed, there will naturally be a chance to drink enough. ”

Lin Min thought.

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Following the old man's guidance, Mo Xie saw a village after about half an hour of flight, I don't know if it was just a coincidence, the direction of the old man's guidance happened to be the town where Dr. Liu was.

The door of Dr. Liu's clinic was closed, and the people in the room lay down all night with a mallet and a coat.

He stayed up all night.

He remembered the way the one-eyed old man looked at him, and he had heard some rumors about the one-eyed old man from the mouths of his neighbors.

It is said that the old man was first covered in blood and wounds when he first came here, and if it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, which were just ordinary people's belongings and tattered, and it was just a time of peace, the people in the neighborhood would have tied him up as some kind of bandit.

The villagers saw that the original 'one-eyed' was still young and seriously injured, so they let him stay, and everyone was safe and sound for decades, and the official did not spread out that there were any vicious people running away from other places, so the appearance of 'one-eyed' when it first appeared was gradually forgotten by everyone and no longer mentioned. Moreover, the one-eyed old man is very old, and most of the people who first saw him have been taken away by the years, and now there are few left. Dr. Liu, who heard these old stories, felt extremely frightened to think about it.

This is clearly a person with a bloody case in his hands!

He must have committed murder, created a sin, provoked someone, and then fled all the way to his hometown, otherwise, who would have such a great grudge to leave so many scars on his body and even take away one of his eyes?

There are only mortal enemies, only those who want to put him to death.

There are many secrets and rules in southern Xinjiang, and some things will never be spread to foreign lands unless the parties themselves are willing to say it.

And when those parties tell the old stories, most of them cannot be tolerated by any one place.

There is no such thing as an impermeable wall.

If the wall is exposed to the wind, it must be repaired.

Dr. Liu had already called both of his children and reported the case to the local public security bureau, but the former could only show his concern and then tell him to have a good relationship with his neighbors, while the latter did not even file a case for him, and even hung up his phone.

"I'm sorry, but the Public Security Bureau needs tangible evidence to file a case and send the police. ”

Not relenting, Dr. Lau called 110 again and again until he received a warning:

"If you call again, we will arrest you for 'obstructing official business'!"

Of course, the above sentence is the product of removing all kinds of discordant and homophonic phrases.

Dr. Liu had no choice but to leave the town, but it was late yesterday, it was difficult to walk at night, and there was no car, so he had to leave today.

"It's dawn, it's time to go. ”

Dr. Liu sat up from the bed and rubbed his sore back while picking up the luggage that had been packed last night, but before he could pick it up, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The frequency of not being fast or slow, is it good or bad for the comer?