With wings and human skins, the only difference between angels and vampires is the color of their wings.

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Lin Ming was no longer on his feet, and even for an angel, his blood was far from excessive.

It's just that his eyes tend to be more and more clear.

Half of the angels in the room had already drunk his blood.

"Almost. ”

Silently doing calculations in his heart, although he had calculated countless times before, Lin Ming was still not sure.

"Ten more 'sacrifices' will be made to be on the safe side. ”

Lin Ming bled his wound again, but the blood that came out of the wound was already very scarce.

The bottom of the pot has been wiped out, and the angels who have come up to receive the "key" have already connected their cups to the wound on Lin Ming's left hand.

Drop by drop of his blood poured into the cups, like squeezing a sponge that was running out of water.

"Jingle Bell~!"

The limited flow of traffic caused the angels to push each other, and their cups began to fight, clanging to play unknown music.

Raising his head, Lin Ming saw the almost greedy desire in their eyes.

"Good. ”

Lin Ming smiled, he raised the knife in his hand, and this time the swing was a little large.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a crunch, followed by the sound of flesh and steel clashing.

Lin Ming actually swung his knife and cut off his left hand!

The severed hand fell into the bottom of the pot, and the fingers twitched nervously a few times before it quieted down.

Blood began to gush out, like a dry well being reborn.

"You don't have to fight, there's always blood. ”

This sentence seems to come from the mouth of a saint, but the angels present don't know what this "saint" in front of them is thinking.

They were patronizing and fighting to catch the gushing blood with their cups, and nothing was more important to them than the blood in front of them.

No one cared about the severed hand, just as they didn't care about the man in front of them who gave their blood for them to drink.

All they had to think about was getting a piece of the pie as soon as possible, while the four-winged angel still had blood to shed.

Hurriedly took a small cup of blood, and sent it into his mouth in the same hurry, almost ignoring the taste, and finally replenished a "painkiller".

Such a process is like a pipeline operation.

They were so focused on the scarlet liquid in front of them that their eyes were completely attracted to it, and they had already ignored the condition of the angel who had been the first to drink Linming's blood.

Hank had fallen to the ground like a dead dog.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were wrinkled together, and he was sweating all over his body.

He seemed to be in great pain, unable to escape even in his sleep.

Silently, under Linming's deliberate attention, he caught a glimpse of a feather that had just fallen off Hank's body.

The roots of the feather had turned black, as if it had been stained with ink.

"It's starting to work. Without a trace, he hid his remaining right hand in the massive wings behind his back.

Lin Ming silently used his right hand to form a special seal, with the operation of spiritual power, this seal has a different meaning.

This seal is the switch that starts everything.

The curvature of Lin Ming's mouth began to distort, and his face began to distort, becoming as if he was smiling. However, such a change was normal in the eyes of the angels, because after all, he had just cut off his left hand with his own hands.

Perhaps it was the pain that made his expression distort.

It's just that no one knows that Pandora's box has been opened.

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Holding up a fire with both hands, the candle flame was brighter than the lantern cover that should have been used as a windshield.

This red candle should be specially made, because it burns without shedding even a single tear.

Uncle Ma has changed into a coarse cloth clothes, like an old farmer in the countryside who has been facing the loess with his back to the sky all his life.

But an honest peasant would never appear in such a place, let alone hold a red candle in both hands - like a pilgrim.

The main veins of the mine cave are gusting with yin wind, and every trace of wind contains the chill of the muscles and bones of the people, and the stagnant water left on the ground here has become ice, and even some icicles hang down from the top of the cave.

"Woo woo woo ......~~"

The sound of the wind is similar to a ghost crying, and it can't describe the hatred of the previous life. In the darkness, there are hordes of resentful spirits walking through.

The cold wind grabs people's body temperature, and the chill destroys people's will.

However, Uncle Ma was dressed in single clothes at this time, and he was not afraid of the cold at all.

"According to the brightness of the sky, Chang Yingying is like a blazing night, and Daozun asked......"

Reciting the words and sentences recorded in the book, Uncle Ma only had the red candle in his hand in his eyes, and this red candle seemed to echo Uncle Ma's attention.

It burned so hard that it seemed like it would never go out.

Uncle Ma walked step by step in the main veins of the mine, his speed was not fast, only barely reached the speed of a normal person's walking, and as he got closer to his destination, his speed began to slow down significantly.

"The name of the heavens!"

Uncle Ma chanted loudly, his voice a little higher with each step, and it was really worrying that he would break his vocal cords in the end.

His voice had drowned out the ghost crying in the wind, and even the wind itself.

Against the wind, his shirt was blown against his chest, and there, there was a heart that was constantly releasing heat.

That's where his body still has normal heat at the moment.

His steps were frozen in the wind.

Even so, he still had to move his steps.

He couldn't let himself stop, if he stopped, he would lose all his efforts, maybe his whole body would be frozen here, and by the time someone came to collect his body afterwards, maybe he would have become one of the ghosts crying in the wind.

He couldn't turn back, facing the wind was one of the necessary conditions for the candle in his hand to burn, and if he did, he would lose the only source of light and support.

This candle is the biggest reason why he dares to visit here.

There is no way to retreat, no to stop, the only way is ahead.

Ahead, where the wind is more vigorous, the source of the ghost cry.

Uncle Ma seemed to see other light sources besides the red candle in his hand.

Just ahead, deeper into the cave.