In a corner of the ruins of the ancient castle rendered by the setting sun, Fagger used his memory to find the mechanism, opened the secret passage that had been sealed for thousands of years, and led thirteen family members to enter until the end of the winding secret passage, pushed open the heavy stone door, and the vision suddenly opened up.

In the darkness of the fingers, the vampires with far more than mortal knowledge could see what the huge basement in front of them looked like.

In the center of the empty stone room the size of two basketball courts, there is a stone platform more than half a person high, and a sarcophagus covered with thick dust is placed on the platform.

The slightly younger vampire was attracted by the carved patterns on the four walls of the stone chamber, and after carefully browsing it, he looked at each other in surprise, it turned out that the ancestor was not a bug left by God or cursed by God.

The vivid mural originally depicted the scene of countless vampire werewolves fighting bloodily, and in the second picture, a crack suddenly opened in the sky, just sucking away the two strong men who flew straight into the sky and fought selflessly, and the vampire werewolves on the ground lost their leaders and looked up in horror.

The remaining murals record the two strong men appearing in another world and continue to linger for hundreds of years, and in the end, the story ends with the werewolf being beheaded.

Temporal rifts.

Some of the great scientists who have influenced and even changed the world have devoted their lives to research and demonstrate, and there are many strange events to support this theory, such as the Bermuda Triangle shipwreck, the little girl who suddenly grew old, and the three surviving sailors who disappeared for 22 years only to experience a brief storm.

Even so, the world and even the vampires in the stone chamber still dismiss the doctrine of the rift in time and space, and at this moment, the murals completely shocked Fagel's descendants.

"Don't be stunned, follow me to stand around the stone platform." Fagger walked to the stone platform as he spoke, and the descendants suppressed their turbulent emotions and moved cautiously.

Fourteen figures surrounded the stone platform tightly.

Fagger took the lead, slicing open the blood vessels in his wrist with his fingernails, letting the bright red blood fall onto the sarcophagus cover, and the other vampires did not hesitate to follow Fager.

The dripping blood quickly seeped into the lid of the coffin.

Having lost almost a fifth of his blood, Fagger called out to stop and signaled his slightly weakened descendants to retreat, when the lid of the coffin, which weighed more than a thousand pounds, bounced up and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

A body emerges from the sarcophagus lying flat, and then rises in the air little by little.

Fagg hurriedly fell to one knee, and the rest followed suit without thinking, extremely religious, their ancestors were the most powerful gods.

"Fagger, my child, why bother me?" The tepid voice echoed, and the vampire ancestor floating in the air slowly opened his eyes.

Marthsal.

The archetype of Cain in the Bible.

However, the fabrication of chasing after the wind and shadows is too far from the truth.

Probably dormant for too long, Marshal still looked old after absorbing a lot of blood, and the clothes on his body gradually turned into dust and peeled off.

At this point, Fagger can only bite the bullet and tell the cause and effect.

"What a waste" Mars Sal's indifferent words provoked Fagel, who was on one knee, to be shocked, his head bowed, and trembling.

Fagger's descendants were equally terrified.

"It's also to blame that I failed to kill them all, leaving a future trouble." Marssar revealed the tolerance and wisdom of the ancestor, fighting thousands of years ago, stabbing rivals and suffering at the same time, dormant to this day, and now, for the continuation of the race, it seems that he has to strike again.

Fagger breathed a sigh of relief.

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After the funeral, the funeral committee made a series of arrangements in accordance with the old man's deathbed requirements, namely: no tombs, no memorial ceremonies, and ashes scattered into the sea.

Yang Chen was full of admiration.

This is a noble virtue of detachment and open-mindedness.

The world will always remember this old man who has made great achievements.

In the following days, in addition to teaching at the National Defense University and attending MBA classes, Yang Chen spent almost all of his spare time accompanying Wu Rui, trying to alleviate and dilute the pain in Wu Rui's heart.

One afternoon, the two walked into the Summer Palace.

In winter, the Summer Palace is sparsely populated, Kunming Lake is also frozen, the scenery is bleak, and Wu Rui on the Seventeen-hole Bridge touches the scene and stares at the ice in a daze.

"When I was a child, I often pestered my grandfather to come here to row and play in the water, and once, when I accidentally fell into the water, my grandfather jumped into the lake desperately to save me, and his movements were faster than the guards." Wu Rui recalled the past, and said with tears in her beautiful eyes: "Now, grandpa is gone, and he will never come back." ”

"If grandpa knows about it, you will make his old man feel very distressed." Yang Chen comforted Wu Rui.

Wu Rui let out a long breath and held back her tears.

When Yang Chen was distressed, Long San suddenly called, and the situation reported made this guy have to say goodbye to Wu Rui immediately and rush back to his home at No. 18 Beichizi Street.

On a cold day, Zhang Liang, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was pressed and knelt down by three black-clothed fierce men, half an hour ago, this guy almost splashed Shen Yue, He Bing, and Jin Peipei with sulfuric acid, thanks to Long San, who happened to come back and saved three women at the gate of the courtyard.

Long San didn't call the police, the police were too cheap, this bastard.

Zhang Liang, who broke the jar, cursed Yang Chen, Shen Yue, and Jin Peipei with foul language.

"Break one of his arms first." Long San gave an indifferent order, and several men in black sneered and moved, but unfortunately, Yang Chen pushed the door in and ordered them to stop.

"The surname is Yang, don't pretend to be a good person, your head is off but there is a big scar in the bowl, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, come on, kill Lao Tzu!" When Zhang Liang saw Yang Chen coming, he became more and more violent, and the successive changes had completely shattered his reason and distorted his mind.

Yang Chen stared at Zhang Liang, who had a hideous face, pouted his lips with disdain, and ordered his subordinates to release people, and Zhang Liang, who was playing ruthlessly, was suddenly at a loss.

The two men in black didn't say a word, set up Zhang Liang, and threw them outside the gate.

When the door closed, Zhang Liang trembled and got up, hesitated again and again, after all, he didn't dare to continue to provoke and make trouble, a fool also wants to live safe and sound, not to mention that this thing is not stupid.

"Leader" Long San wanted to speak and stopped.

Yang Chen knew that the loyal Long San was worried about endless troubles, so he said indifferently: "It's okay, how can such a waste be taken care of, besides, the short-term pain is lighter than the long-term pain, wouldn't it be more interesting to keep him and experience the bitterness and sorrow of poverty?" ”

Ryuzo nodded thoughtfully.

At the beginning of the lanterns, Beichizi Street was deserted, in the cold wind, Zhang Liang shrunk his shoulders and hugged his chest, languishing and embarrassed, limping forward, full of resentment and resentment and nowhere to vent, simply took a taxi to the old place, a more secret nightclub in Dongcheng District, occupied the largest private room, and selected seven tall and hot girls.

Mommy, who is familiar with Zhang Liang, hinted that the new batch of good goods can not only sing, drink and sleep together, but also accompany "ice skating", skating and then playing, which is more exciting.

Zhang Liang, who has never taken drugs, nodded and said to try.