The old man was dug up, but it was not the rice balls that were dug up, but Shirley herself who dug it.

After the transformation of the rice ball, the size of the big dog's palm is too large, which is not suitable for the delicate work of digging people, but Shirley in human form is very convenient.

After the old man was dug out, he was gently patted on the head by the rice balls, and he was immediately woken up.

"You, who are you?" When the old man woke up, his first reaction was to be stunned.

Then he saw that there was nothing behind Kemon.

"Where did those blood food, where did they go!" The old man shouted in surprise, incredulously.

But soon, he realized that the man in front of him was the most terrifying person.

The food of the blood clan is missing, it is possible that it was eaten by the man in front of him, or it may be saved, but these are not important, the important thing is that he is powerless to resist.

How the big dog flew over, he didn't know.

The power of the big dog's slap, ordinary people would have been beaten into meatloaf a long time ago, and he barely resisted, but his strong body also fell into a half-disabled state.

Although he is not a pure blood clan, he is also a person who has been cared for by the blood clan, and his own physique can not be defeated by ordinary species.

At this moment, the old man knew that his life was hopeless, and he could only pin his hopes on another alien dimension that was about to live with the bar.

That space will be the real Moonlight Tavern, the place where the blood clan gathers.

There are some powerful blood clansmen who can open mountains with their bare hands.

Presumably, the man in front of him can't resist the power of the King of the Blood Clan.

"How many people have you harmed in this bar?"

At this time, Kemon asked, and the first question was like a sharp knife, breaking through the other party's heart.

The slightly narrowed eyes hid the cold killing intent, and the invisible coercion was like a dragon coiled on Kemon's head, silently watching him.

The old man trembled, unable to tell what it was like, and for the first time he was overwhelmed by the so-called "momentum" of human beings.

The old man's lips trembled: "No, I don't remember, it seems, it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of people." ”

Kemon snorted, his voice raised slightly.

The dragon slayer knife was hidden in the storage props, and that wisp of coercion overflowed through the cracks, suppressing the other party.

This wisp of spiritual coercion generally does not take the initiative to appear.

Usually, Kemeng has adapted to the coercion of the Dragon Slaying Knife, and by communicating with the Treasure Knife, he deliberately let the Dragon Slayer Knife restrain its coercion.

Only when threatening the enemy did Kemon use that momentum to overwhelm people.

I have to say that this lift is very useful, and the old man who is not in a good mental state has anything to say, and all his brains are shaken out.

This moonlight bar has been open for decades, and it was not a place where the blood clan gathers at first, but in the next few years, part of the space of the bar has increased, and later it was known by a blood clan, and took control of the hidden space of the moonlight bar, and then hid that space.

Every time at one o'clock in the middle of the night, the two spaces overlap with each other, but not every day they coincide, it depends on the mood of the other side.

Another point, the spatial journey has already happened, and it cannot be stopped, and the space here will completely coincide with the real moonlight bar later, and the blood people will definitely not let go of Kemon, a-stirring stick.

Kemeng inquired about the strength of the blood clan patriarch again, and when he heard that he opened the mountain with one hand, Kemeng raised his eyebrows.

The patriarch's palm power is amazing, but I don't know if it's true.

The old man is already old, he is a tool man of the blood clan, and the news he inquires about may not be true.

On the other hand, Kemeng also learned about the old man's life experience, and it turned out that the old man had eaten some food sent by the blood patriarch one after another for decades.

The old man's body is several times stronger than that of a world-class athlete, and on the surface he is dull, but in fact he is alive and well, and it is not a problem for him to live for two hundred years.

But such a strong body was still slapped into the wall by Tang Yuan, and the old man was completely afraid, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that the patriarch of the blood clan would solve Kemeng.

These words in his heart would not have been said, but Kemeng oppressed people with power, coupled with the violent rice balls beating people online, he had palpitations, so he had to make a bitter face and shake out everything he knew.

"Are you all done?" Kemon asked.

"It's all over, no." The old man nodded vigorously, and although it didn't feel good, he said it anyway.

"Then you're useless now, let me in!"

With that, Kemon pulled out a roll of duct tape from his storage scarf.

With a hiss, he tore open a large roll of tape, sealed the old man's mouth tightly, tied the old man's hands and feet, and threw it into another storage prop.

In addition to the scarf, there are other things on Kemon's body, all of which are from the Investigation Bureau, which can be borrowed and used at any time, and there is no need to apply for them from his superiors through complicated procedures.

Without the old man, the bartender was much quieter.

However, the lights overhead were getting redder and redder, and the top of the stage seemed to be oozing blood.

The blood that had previously dripped to the ground turned into a trickle at some point, converging into a small piece on the stage and growing stronger.

Kemon left the stage, stepped off the stage, looked around, and gradually saw some vague dark shadows, walking around the bar.

These dark shadows are very illusory, high and low, elegant and handsome, and the common thing is that they all hold a glass of wine.

Shadow streams?

No, not really.

Kemon calls these translucent phantoms hallucinations.

Although it is an illusion, as the overlap of space deepens, the image of the illusion becomes more and more realistic, and gradually has a flesh and blood texture.

The smell of blood in the air has also risen to new heights, as if everyone is immersed in a pool of blood, and they can inhale the smell of blood in their noses when they take a breath of air.

Because of the deepening of the spatial overlap, those illusory images no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, but show surprised expressions.

They were amazed that there was only one blood food in the whole bar, and no new blood food.

Could it be that today's staple food can be worth a hundred people's servings?

The graceful Bloodmen were surprised, but soon they noticed that there was a huge dog and a non-human ...... beside Kemon Female?

"Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be a little situation tonight, our Jin Lao is gone, this young man may be someone from the Investigation Bureau, don't underestimate him, dare to come in alone, it must not be a simple character."

"I'll call the patriarch here."

Kemon faintly heard some faint sounds, these voices were originally very quiet, and they came and went, but Kemon was extremely spiritual, and he himself was standing in the middle of the bar, so it was difficult to hear them.

As the overlap deepened in space, some of the blood-clansmen with scarlet eyes grinned and let out beast-like sounds.

Those voices were the sounds of hunger, and as he listened to them, he inexplicably thought of the idiom sheep in the mouth of a tiger.