Finally, the passage that seemed to be going on all the way finally came to an end.

Walk through the last open door and enter a simply decorated hall. Seniore breathed a sigh of relief, the fact that he had just seen everything in that long passage made him feel a kind of suppression and fear in his heart...... He probably has a psychological shadow about this place.

He noticed that there were only a few simple pieces of furniture in the hall, and two soft-looking sofas were placed facing each other in the middle, and the person they were going to meet was sitting on one of the sofas waiting.

"Ancestors." Dracula bowed her head.

"Sit down, unfortunately there's no tea to serve you." Cain motioned for them to sit down, relaxed. With the permission of the Ancestors, Dracula took Seniors and sat discreetly across from the Ancestors.

It's hard...... Is it really all metal in this place? It looks like a soft sofa that sits like a piece of iron...... However, Senior's complaint soon disappeared, for the area where he sat was quickly deformed and adjusted according to the shape of his body, and became the shape that best suited the curves of the human body.

In this way, except for the fact that the temperature is not comfortable enough and you need to heat it yourself, it is not much different from the softest sofa.

As soon as Dracula sat down, he couldn't wait to speak, but at this moment Cain gently raised his hand and interrupted his next words: "I know what you're here for...... Bloody Journey...... It should now be 'Crimson Salute'...... You don't want this kind of bloodline, do you? ”

"Yes!" Dracula suppressed his excitement, and he lost control of his emotions when he talked about his daughter lately, "Our family has been tormented by this bloodline for generations, my sister, my daughter has been corrupted by it...... Ancestor, if I can pull this blood out of my daughter, I ......"

"I don't need your gifts, your things are for me...... Pointless. Cain didn't save face in the slightest of his words, he stared at the two of them calmly, his square eyes with a mechanical texture, "Do you remember...... Why did I give you this bloodline in the first place? ”

Dracula was silent for a moment, the question a little difficult for him to speak: "...... Because this is what our ancestors begged for. Only this overwhelming power can allow the family to climb to the peak of power in that chaotic era. ”

"Yes, you need strength, so you thirst for it; And you are afraid of the result, so you are not willing to take responsibility for the power...... But in this world, everything has a price......" Cain said slowly, although it was only a calm narrative, but it sounded a little mocking.

"......" Dracula almost blurted out that he could pay whatever he could to save his daughter, but he quickly remembered Cain's other words—"Your things are to me...... pointless".

There was a brief silence.

"Ancestor, do you need information?" Senior's mouth suddenly flashed and he spoke, "The situation in the world has changed during this period of time, and everything from outside the world is one...... We can tell you all this information! ”

He thought that since the Ancestor had been living underground in the Crimson City, he would not be very aware of what was happening on the other side. The information Xiao Yao had told about the war of those gods outside the world was too heavyweight—perhaps Cain would be interested.

"Child, I know everything about this world, even what you know...... Not necessarily more than me. Cain smiled softly, his smile was like a sculpture, perfect but without any vivid emotion, "All things are one...... Nameless Mist...... The gods of the old days are still the same. ”

Senior's head bowed, and he continued to rack his brains for any possible solution. This may be the last way to save my sister, and I can't just give up. Although it's an older sister who always knocks her head and always likes to bully herself, ...... It must be very uncomfortable to be a younger brother without an older sister, right?

It's like his own father, the father who cries every time he gets drunk.

Cain tapped his finger lightly on the table, and a device was activated, illuminating the space with fluorescent light, outlining a rotating planet and the other shore that loomed around the planet and looked like a mist at first glance.

It's a map of the world of Kolo, and it's probably the clearest map in the world.

The fluorescent map rotates slowly, creating a gentle atmosphere. Cain stared at it for a moment, then whispered, "It's too fast, this time it's really too fast, the creatures outside the realm have changed the established fate of this civilization, although the future ...... It's still the same, but for the first time, I saw the existence of variables...... Really, the first time in countless years. ”

The flickering fluorescent transition, as if zooming in on the lens, finally focuses on the figure of a teenager.

Dracula and Seniore were stunned because they knew the man well.

It was Xiao Yao, and it was the most recent Xiao Yao, because the dark black circles brought by the contact with the nameless mist on the face of the fluorescent figure were very obvious.

"Xiao Yao, this is the variable I see, and this is the only weight in your hands." Cain's square eyes felt a little bottomless at the moment, and this was the first time he showed a little human emotion, "Bring him to me, and your daughter will be safe and sound after that...... It's just that you have to move quickly, because Xiao Yao ...... I'm going to die......"

Cain whispered in poetic language: "The maiden created the demon with her own hands and pushed it into the abyss...... But the girl didn't expect that the demon had survived......"

……

The man is a pickpocket in the usual sense, the kind of thief who is most hated by tourists and always wanders around the train to steal. Today is another fruitful day, he counted the wallet in his arms beautifully, and the whole person was refreshed.

There was a man in front of him who was walking and staggering, and the man got up from his seat and seemed to be going to the bathroom. Although the train was a little shaky on the way, the way the man walked seemed to be too shaky.

The poor baby looks like she is about twenty years old, and her body is weak like this, maybe this time she will take the train to see a doctor.

The pickpocket prayed for the boy with a little sympathy, and then skillfully pulled out all the contents of the boy's pocket in the moment of passing by.

Those who do this line of work have a conscience, they have a conscience, they have to do the work they should do, and they have to steal the wallet that they should steal.

He grinned and took the small package out of the boy's pocket - it was quite heavy, it seemed to be a round shape, and now he couldn't tell what was in it, if it was a pearl or something, he would have made a fortune!

He opened the small package, and it was as if the air was solidifying.

It was an eyeball, an inhuman, bloodshot round eyeball.

The eyeballs were exuding a strange aura, as if due to the fact that he had opened the package and touched the air, the eyeballs shrank for a moment, and then some bright red blood oozed out.

The pickpocket shuddered, and he was almost certain that the eyeball had turned on its own for a moment, and it had turned its gaze to himself.

His back was covered in cold sweat, and he forced the package together, his hands trembling. A teenager with such a strange eyeball with him, what kind of ruthless character will he be?

He sensed the gaze of his gaze, and he made sure once again that the package containing the strange eyeball had been re-fastened by himself. Then he raised his hand and opened the window to throw the strange eyeball out, and he didn't want to touch the damn thing for a second.

A long, cold hand pressed his wrist, and the pickpocket looked up to see a pair of deep eyes. The young man was staring at him, his eyes were dark black, as if they had been pierced by countless thin needles, and as if they were shrouded in a black mist that would never dissipate.

What kind of eyes are they!

Just glanced directly into those eyes, and the pickpocket almost fell to the ground with a shake.

It was definitely not something that should have grown on a human being, it was a pair of eyes with a soul that were supposed to belong only to gods...... Or demons.

The pickpocket seemed to see a soul that was being torn and devoured by countless evil spirits, and when he looked closely, he saw that the soul had its own face.

He had thought that the package in his hand was already the most terrifying eyeball in the world, but now he realized how naïve he was...... This eyeball is not even one-tenth of the young man in front of him!

The boy said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be mine." ”

……

"Why are you scared silly again?" Dong Bin looked ahead in distress, where several crew guards dragged away a man who was foaming at the mouth and his body was soft like a puddle of mud.

"He's a pickpocket anyway, and he deserves it." Xiao Yao said nonchalantly, and stuffed the package containing the eyeballs back into the bag, "My eyes...... Now it has a certain nature similar to that of the old gods, and it cannot be looked at directly. ”

"So you better wear sunglasses, even if you deliberately suppress the indescribable power, but it can have no effect on us transcendentals, to ordinary people, you are definitely the most terrifying thing they have ever seen in their lives." Ye Ruoxue pushed the box with sunglasses to Xiao Yao.

"Okay...... But carrying this thing always makes me unable to see the way. Xiao Yao thought about it, and finally opened the glasses case and buckled the sunglasses on his face.

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