"No need to look for it." The English accent full of charm flowed out of Tang Bai's open and closed mouth, and Tang Bai took out a few banknotes from the police and handed them to the driver.

"Wow, thank you for your generosity." The driver said to Tang Bai with a smile on his face, and quickly called out a phone number in fairly proficient English: "Maybe you are here for a tour or something, if there is a place where you need my service, you can call this number at any time." I promise I'll be as fast as I can. ”

Based on Tang Bai's obvious East Asian ethnicity and skin color, the driver speculated that he might have come to Budapest for tourism or something. For such bold customers, he is always happy to meet and take care of some.

"If you need to, I will." Tang Bai switched to fluent Hungarian this time, leaned over the window and said to the driver, and patted the rear door casually. Ignoring the driver who was stunned by his sudden Hungarian language, Tang Bai glanced at the high floor in front of him and stepped in.

Didn't look around.

In this floor full of mirrors, Tang Bai could easily rely on the ability of the mirror spirit to find the location of the target. All he had to do was follow the prompts and go straight to the door. As he took a step, information about this goal appeared in Tang Bai's mind little by little.

Michael Curvin: Twenty-eight years old.

Occupation: Doctor.

Marriage: Married. His wife was killed in a casualty accident and is now single. The death of his wife strengthened his belief in being a doctor. Committed to helping the sick, and anyone who needs his help.

Parents: Unknown. Michael Curvin doesn't know much about his own family.

……

In retrospect, Tang Bai had already stepped out of the elevator, stood in front of Michael Kewen's door, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

The sound of footsteps clearly came into Tang Bai's ears, and then there was a click of the door lock being opened. A man with a slightly rough face, but who looked angular, very handsome, was opening the door with one hand and looking at Tang Bai outside the door.

"Who are you?" Michael Curvin racked his brains to recall it in his mind, and after finding that there were no memories and impressions related to the man in front of him, he asked out in confusion.

"Don." Tang Bai spit out a word very succinctly, and then looked at Michael Cowen, who was still blocked in front of the door, and said with a smile: "Don't you invite me in and sit for a while?" ”

"Do we know each other?" Michael Kewen was stunned by Tang Bai's familiar tone behind him, and couldn't help but let go of the palm holding the handle of the house, opened the door a little more, and took two steps back, as if inviting Tang Bai in.

After doing all these actions, Michael Cowen seemed to wake up suddenly, and he didn't understand how he subconsciously really did what he said just by the other party's words. However, since the act and act of inviting have been made, Michael Cowen simply welcomed Tang Bai in by mistake.

"No, this is the first time we've met." Tang Bai shook his head: "I came here to thank you. ”

"Thank you?" Originally, when Tang Bai's first sentence came out, Michael Kewen felt suspicious, but when Tang Bai's second sentence followed, Michael Kewen's doubts became even greater: "Isn't this the first time we have met?" How could you be thanking me? ”

"Don't be nervous. I'm really here to say thank you for helping my girlfriend. Maybe you don't even remember her, but she's always grateful to you. Tang Bai was talking nonsense.

"What would you like to drink?" Michael Curvin shook his head when he heard this. He couldn't figure out whether what Tang Bai said was true or false. With his surname, there are really a lot of people he has helped, and many of them are passers-by who have met in Pingshui and will never see each other again.

Michael Cowen couldn't imagine what he had done to the other party's girlfriend so much that he made the other party so obsessed with it that he even came to the door.

To be honest, although he can't pierce Tang Bai's words, in the same way, Michael Cowen doesn't believe Tang Bai's intentions and words very much. In the final analysis, Tang Bai brought him too strange feelings. The temperament revealed by Tang Bai does not feel like an ordinary person. Michael Cowen doesn't feel like he can help someone who is related to this kind of person and keep the other person in mind.

Michael Cowen, who didn't know Tang Bai's true intentions and didn't know how to answer him, could only stand in front of the table and change the topic and asked.

"It doesn't matter what you drink, I'm leaving soon." Tang Bai waved his hand, and under Michael Cowen's surprised and inexplicable gaze, he stretched out his palm to aim at a notebook placed on the other corner of the table.

As if by some invisible traction, the notebook slid along the tabletop, from the other corner of the table, to Tang Bai's palm, he pressed it with his palm, lifted it, took out the ballpoint pen held inside, and under the gaze of Michael Cowen's wide eyes, on the clean paper on the previous page of the notebook, he quickly drew a few simple and confusing symbols.

After writing, tearing this page of paper off the notebook, Tang Bai raised his eyes to look at the stunned Michael Cowen, reached out to pick up the torn paper, and said to him: "This is the purpose of my coming this time." If something unreasonable happens to you in the future, and you are in some kind of danger, burn it, burn this paper, I will come to help you. ”

"This is ridiculous! I think you really should leave. Michael Curwen opened his mouth with a look of helplessness. He was now a little skeptical that Tang Bai was here to entertain him, or if Tang Bai was someone who came out of some kind of hospital.

"I'm leaving. But before leaving, there is one last thing that needs to be done. Tang Bai was unaware of Michael Cowen's eviction order, and stood up to himself.

Michael Kewen, who was nervous by Tang Bai's actions and words, looked at Tang Bai with a nervous and vigilant face, the tense muscles and body made people have no doubt that if Tang Bai dared to make any bad moves, he would immediately attract a counterattack from his master.

It's a pity that even if Michael Kewen has the blood of Kevinas and his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, in Tang Bai's eyes, that superiority is undoubtedly not worth it.

A silent "faint" spell was played, and Michael Curvin immediately fainted without any resistance. Tang Bai picked up the delicate kettle placed with the water cup on the coffee table, walked to the kitchen to pour out the water inside, and took a Western knife from the knife holder, and then returned to the living room.

Michael Curwen, who had fainted on the floor, floated up with a "levitation charm", and then entered the bedroom, where he was thrown onto the bed by Tang Bai, and the empty kettle was opened and placed on the bed. Tang Bai lifted his upper body and half leaned on the pillow, one arm of Michael Cowen, who was hanging his head and groggy, and the dinner knife in his other hand cut deeply on the wrist of this arm.

Red blood immediately flowed from the cut wound on his wrist and rolled down exactly into the wide-open kettle that lay on the bed.

Tang Bai took out a dose of blood tonic and poured it into Michael Curwen's mouth. Although the dose is not much, in terms of the current bleeding rate, it is enough for Michael Curvin to bleed for an hour or so without any major hindrance.

In other words, within an hour of the potion taking effect, as long as Tang Bai does not bleed Michael Curvin in many places, then Michael Curvin will not be in danger of hanging up due to excessive blood loss. Of course, there is still weakness after blood loss. If you want to completely return to normal, you need at least a period of recuperation.

For the time being, you can't get the blood of Alexander Covinas, and it's not bad to get the blood of his descendant, Michael Covin. At least Michael Cowen's blood also has the strange power to neutralize the bloodlines of vampires and werewolves. Even if this is useless, it can be used as a bargaining chip in the hand.

According to Michael Curwen, who is still intact and still a human, and has not found any other anomalous characters in the building where he lives, it seems that all the strange things related to Michael Curwen have not really begun.

The vampire race, under the leadership of the powerful Kraven, has gradually wandered through vanity, pleasure, and indulgence, and in addition to some specialized warriors, the vampire family under Victor has become weak, decadent, and degenerate.

Those among them were still immersed in the beautiful dreams that Kraven had told them. They reveled in the imminent demise of the feuding werewolves, that they would no longer have enemies to match them, and that the vampire race would become the noble race of the world.

And Lucien, the enemy who died in the hearts of all vampires centuries ago, is taking the werewolves loyal to him with him, spending centuries planning, waiting for the final moment to take revenge on himself and his race.

Mastering Michael Curwen and mastering his blood is equivalent to holding the lifeblood of half of the werewolf race. Especially the werewolf clan under Lucien's leadership.

The appearance and exposure of Michael Cowen can be said to be the trigger for another war between the werewolf and vampire races.

Stubbornly following the laws of the elders, and sticking to the blood clan that they consider to be noble blood, and always wanting to get rid of the predicament of their own race, so that their people can enjoy fairness and justice, and do not need to worry about the werewolf race that is in danger of being hunted down because of exposure.

The former sees Michael Curvin as a thorn in his side, and the latter sees Michael Curvin as an indispensable foundation in the event of an uprising. (To be continued.) )