Anthony didn't know what mood to use to face this 'sacrificed' brother for thirteen years, but when Zach and the vampire had one head and one foot, and randomly threw the 'dried corpse' into the back of the truck, the crunching sound of broken bones still made Anthony's heart pinch up!

"Light! light!" Anthony shouted as he glared at Zack, who was casually shoving Ian's legs in.

The vampire glanced at him, buckled the back compartment, and pressed one hand on the back of Anthony's neck. Mr. Mayor Barton snorted lightly and lost consciousness.

Zach hugged Anthony's body, Benjamin opened the door of the back seat, Zach was much softer this time, after all, Anthony had no ability to heal himself, Zach put him in the back seat upright.

The two of them moved their bodies and limbs, looking at the crescent moon in the middle of the night sky, and doing a simple warm-up.

Someone's appearance is always dramatic, and now that they're in a graveyard, that kind of stage means there's bound to be something 'weird' to warm up for someone whose name is so much in tune with the moment.

The soft sound of rustling sounded in the cemetery, the dark earth slowly turned up, the white tombstone glowed silver in the night, and in the scraping sound, a half-rotten palm broke through the soil on the ground and rested on the cold tombstone.

Zach stomped off his outstretched arm, and the crunch of a dry branch snapping kicked off what was to come.

In horror movies, there will always be such a sight. The corpses in the graves have been swept away from the dirt and returned to the human world, invading the streets with their teeth and claws, occupying ordinary people's homes, and screaming with blood and violence as they sit in front of the screen and eat popcorn......

But in reality, in order to prevent his clothes from being stained with rancidity, the werewolf took off clean, covered his whole body with black-brown fluff, and after the thick slap left and right, the 'dead' who had been rotting in the land for an unknown amount of time was like a rag bag, drawing a gray parabola in the night sky.

The vampire is much more elegant, the white shirt sleeve is carefully pulled at the elbow, the skin exposed in the moonlight reflects a faint halo, and the two index fingers are like conductors, gently tapping at the back of the neck of the 'walking deceased', with a slight pluck, under the soft click, the deceased returns to the deceased.

This scene lasted about ten minutes.

"You don't have any fun. A dry voice rang out in the cemetery.

The walking corpses stopped, and the mangled heads turned neatly towards the fluffy alphas and the sleek vampires. 'Seeing' and 'making sounds' didn't seem to be an easy thing for these 'creatures', and the walking corpse in front of Zach broke his jaw and smashed into the dirt in the middle of the sentence.

The vampire tilted his head sideways, looking at the walking corpse in front of him, whose neck had been bent almost 180 degrees, with no eyeballs in his sunken eye sockets, and he didn't know what 'he' was looking at.

Zach empathetically held out his finger and straightened the head in front of him, "Because it's not fun, Papa Midnight." ”

"Of course not!"

The walking corpse in front of Zack suddenly moved its upper jaw, and without a chin, it really couldn't act as Papa's 'microphone' at midnight. Zach moved his feet to find a guy who was at least alive with his vocal organs, and the walking corpses standing in various eerie poses in the graveyard twisted their stiff necks and turned with Zack's movements. A couple of poor guys lost their heads as a result.

"I hate the graveyard now!" the chin-possessed walking corpses opened and closed their jaws to deliver exactly what Papa had to say at midnight!

"Corruption! Twilight! Everybody's in tatters!

Zack stood in front of a 'girl' who looked to be only ten years old, holding a fluffy teddy in her hand, presumably her favorite toy in front of her. But now Teddy, like herself, is broken and corrupt.

"If you let me know who proposed the cremation!" "The girl's limbs are still intact, and she can reproduce all the emotions and gestures of Papa Midnight, so the little walking corpse has her hands raised high, and her dirty, dry face is full of anger: "I will make him worse than dead!"

Zach carefully helped the 'girl' to close the ripped gauze skirt, "I have to say, count me in when the time comes." ”

Zach hates cremation, and it goes without saying. Now we know that Papa Midnight, who likes to challenge the faith of the Federation, likes to watch people 'perform' under the rules he sets, and likes to make dramatic appearances, also seems to hate 'cremation'. Why? Because fire burns out the only connection between body and soul! Look at the present! Without cremation, the vampires and werewolves of today would be drowned in the walking dead!

"Yes. The 'girl' lowered her raised hand and looked at Zach with a crooked face and lifeless eyes, "I like you, Toledo. ”

"It's an honor. Zach nodded, the corners of his mouth raised, but he stopped talking, asked the question first, and lost.

"Don't you have any questions for me?" the 'girl' tilted her head, faithfully acting as Papa's tool for midnight.

"Nope. Zach raised an eyebrow, "Do you have one?"

"I hate you!" 'Girl' threw Teddy from her hand, just like a real ten-year-old girl, except for her rotting body!

Zach frowned, the way he spoke was a bit confusing, and he turned to look for a new person to talk to, and the heads of the walking corpses deflected again, following the vampire.

"It's okay, I hate you too. Zach said as he walked, "You broke into my city without my consent. Zach stopped in front of a man 'fitted' in a black suit and said into his sunken eye sockets.

"'Chuang'?" the man's jaw opened and closed, and a hard bone grinding sound came out: "I just answered the call of my own believers!

You see, even without asking, Zach managed to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted.

"Haven't you heard?" Zach curled his eyes: "Your believers are committing suicide, X is engraved in the heart, you say you love them, they seem to hate you." ”

"No!" The man seemed to wave his arm, but the empty sleeve only shook twice, and not far away, a one-arm hanging from a tombstone cramped and successfully threw itself to the ground, "They are not my believers......!

Zach looked at the 'man' who had torn the skin on his forehead because of the frowning motion, and shook his head slightly, looking for the next person to talk to.

"They're inferior opportunists!" Zach stood in front of a woman, his intact limbs waving excitedly, "I advanced their salaries, but they didn't go to work! I hate such speculators! They deserve to go to hell and be tortured by Satan! Hahaha!"

"If your recruiters were smarter, maybe it wouldn't be like this. Zach looked at the woman with a smile, chuckling cooperatively.

"Hey, you're right! The ......" The sound of the walking corpses interfering suddenly stopped, and only the night breeze carried a fresh rancid stench through the cemetery.

Zach's smiling face stiffened slightly.

"Hahaha, do you think I'm going to tell you his name?!" the 'woman' threw up her head and laughed, and all the walking corpses looked up and laughed, it was not a good sight, believe me.

Zach sighed helplessly, but immediately became happy again: "He, so it's just one person? I think I got something." It's not a completely unsuccessful attempt. ”

The laughter of the walking corpses came to an abrupt end, and all the heads turned to the smiling vampires with a click!

"I can find another one!" the 'woman' waved her arms, but with too much force, and there were two more twitching arms on the ground. Zach pouted and walked to his next target.

"No, you won't. "Zach stood with a smile in front of a guy who couldn't tell the gender anymore, 'it' neatly stacked, twitching lumps proving that he was still eligible to be used by Papa Midnight.

Zach looked down at the stack with a smile and said, "Your true believer, Sbella Wind, doesn't seem to be giving you a loophole. Do you want to be in the crowd and find out for yourself?"

The walking corpses were silent, and after a moment, the stumbling Sissso sounded again, but Papa's midnight tone changed, "Hehe, of course not, why am I wasting my precious time in Massa. ”

Remember, Massa is the place where the federal government implements the privatization of funerals, cremation and burial, how do you think funeral business owners will choose?

Zack thought for a moment and nodded, "So it's just for fun?"

"You're right. ”

Zach needed to know about Papa's midnight love, and abandoned the 'stack' and walked to another 'woman' with still intact facial muscles, "So I don't have to worry, you're going to have other effects on my city, right?" Zach looked at the 'woman' in front of him.

"Hah! you said you had no questions to ask me!" the 'woman' looked surprised with her face.

Zach snorted, "Then I'll take this back." ”

"No!" the woman's face became eager, "Don't take it back, I'll answer you! Yes yes! You don't have to worry! I just love the 'show' I'm seeing now!"

"Then I need to ask, 'What kind of show is it?'" Zach tilted his head, pretending to be inquiring.

"Ask!," the woman held out her hands and looked at Zach wistfully.

"Well, what kind of show is it?" Zach satisfies Papa's midnight morbid mentality.

"Good question!" the 'woman' almost danced, "I don't even know where to start!How about starting with Chris Aven!(Suicide in Barton South, Chapter 3) He's such a good lad!Thirty-two years old virgin! Can you believe it?haha! His greatest wish is to have a girlfriend! What a wish! I can't refuse......"

Under the midnight moonlight, Zach listened to the walking corpses around him tell the story of each suicide little by little. They made a deal with Papa Midnight, and they got what they wanted, until they found out that they were going to do a work against their souls for Papa Midnight, and in the battle between heaven and man, they chose death.

Zack's face gradually became gloomy, do you think it was Zack's conscience who was tired of hearing such stories? No, Zack's gloom was because every story that Papa told at Midnight had been recorded on the case record of the Patton Police Department! And what Zack wanted to know, the question marks drawn on the paper in James's house, Papa Midnight was like a sealed jar, without revealing a single gap!

This qiē is all about him playing with vampires.

"No spoilers. Hundreds of walking corpses, crawling or walking, moved in front of Zach and pointed their sunken eye sockets at the vampire, "That's no fun, don't you say? ”

Zach lowered the sleeve on his elbow and saluted slightly like an actor to various strangely shaped bodies: "Appreciate it, midnight." ”

Perhaps, before, Zach just wanted James and the Windwinds to solve their own work, and he was just there to guide them. But now, Zach seems to have decided to get into the show himself.