The evening gloom began to soak the sky.

Towering skyscrapers gradually glow, holographic projections flicker, and colorful neon lights dot every street.

An elongated version of the dark black Bochi, the symbol of the crocodile gangsters, whizzed by, turned a few street corners, and parked next to a secluded scrap heap.

The four fierce bodyguards got out of the car, still carrying rugged double-barreled heavy shotguns and wearing sunglasses, and were distributed around to guard them.

brush, one of the windows slowly lowered, revealing a red-glowing cigar butt.

Duan Kun bit the cigarette holder, took a puff, the corners of his mouth began to swirl with cyan smoke, looked out the window, frowned, and said, "Boss, why did you stop here?" ”

"I want to be quiet."

Lame Hao, who was sitting next to Duan Kun, propped his hands on the purple root carving cane, bowed his head slightly, and gasped a few times. As he spoke, on his face and hands, there were countless silky 'blood-filament tentacles', like earthworms scurrying, appearing.

Lame Hao closed his eyes tightly, took a few heavy breaths, and the palm of his hand propped up on the crutches gradually strengthened, and the green tendons burst out and trembled, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of energy.

After a few moments, all the 'bloodshot tentacles' slowly faded away, and everything returned to normal.

Duan Kun seemed to be surprised, casually sipped a cigar, looked at the night outside the window, and whispered:

"It seems that after moving away from the streets, the power of the blood source will decay."

With a disgusted expression, Lame Hao took out a light-colored handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and whispered in the same voice:

"When our Lord comes, all these things will cease to exist."

"But it will take time, Boss." Broken Kun smiled mockingly, "The power of obstruction is not small, Xiongxin Gang, Bamboo Gang, Shengzitou, Xinsheng and ...... And the poor people who buzz like flies...... Hehe. ”

"If everything works out, it's worth a little bit of time. Our plan is foolproof, and everyone can only watch. Lame Hao's palm rubbed the carved dragon head on the cane, and he looked up at the window.

"It's not too early, the formalities that should be gone through today, and the things that should be explained have been completed. We can go back and report it, Wei Zhifu is still waiting for news. ”

Before Lame Hao's words fell, the communication channel on the mechanical prosthetic rang out.

"Is it sister-in-law? Oh, it's wrong, it's not a sister-in-law, hehe, haha. Duan Kun turned his head sideways and looked at Lame Hao's face.

Still with a look of disgust, Lame Hao turned off the communication channel.

"What? Don't listen to what Qin Xi has to say? You promised to marry her, hehe. Broken Kun continued to say mockingly.

"Woman." Lame Hao snorted softly and looked at Duan Kun, "Do you still think these women have a taste?" ”

"Nope." Duan Kun shook his head.

"And do you still like the women of the past?" Lame Hao also began to ask mockingly.

"I don't like it." Broken Kun showed a look of disgust.

Lame Hao snorted, slowly closed his eyes, lifted his crutches and paused slightly, and said, "Let's go, it's not early, I have already sensed Wei Zhifu's call." ”

Duan Kun took off the cigarette butt, popped out the window, and snapped his fingers.

The four bodyguards immediately returned to the car.

The stretched version of the Baochi slowly turned and drove towards the street.

About an hour later, we arrived at a construction site that had been suspended for development. Everywhere there are deep pits dug in the foundation, and piles of building materials arranged in a messy row. A few wild dogs roamed around, picking up the debris from the ruins.

A small, two-storey building with an inconspicuous old style is lit up in the midst of piles of materials. But the exterior still looks bleak, like a ghost in the night.

The car door opened, and Lame Hao got out of the car, leaning on crutches, and walked towards Xiaolou with a slight limp. Duan Kun got out of the car, took out a cigar and lit it, looked back at the bodyguard, waved his hand and said:

"Put an end to today's Fengxianglou matter, kill those who should be killed, report the situation at any time, go."

The extended version of the Baochi car drove away slowly, Duan Kun patted the cigarette ash on the leather jacket, sped up his pace to keep up with the lame hao, and walked into the small building side by side.

There are many rooms on the first floor, but all kinds of furniture and equipment are messed up, and it looks like no one has lived in it for a long time. Lame Hao and Duan Kun went around the stairs and went directly to the second floor.

The room in the center on the second floor is lit and appears quiet.

Pushing open the door, Lame Hao and Duan Kun became very silent, closing the door with their backhands, but they both stood by the door, without speaking or moving.

It's like two puppets, at the moment they enter the door, suddenly the power goes out.

The entire room is furnished like a hotel's superior suite. There are many more feminine decorations and ornaments, the lights are dim, the pink is permeated, and the smell of incense is everywhere.

Wei Zhifu was wearing a slim-fitting silk nightgown, leaning on the sofa, her long white legs stretched out at a comfortable angle that could not be concealed by the corners of her clothes. Her gaze did not look at Lame Hao and Broken Kun, completely ignored, but stared at the roof not far from her.

At this moment, on the roof, more than a dozen lines like 'ropes', with black smoke, drooped downward. At the end of the black line, a humanoid-sized puppet hangs.

The puppet is hanging upside down, with its head underneath and its long black hair scattered, obscuring the puppet's appearance, revealing only half of its face.

But this half of his face is indescribably terrifying.

The black cave has skull-like eye holes, a grinning jagged mouth, and a crimson tongue licking back and forth. The nose is like two furrows, flowing with black smoke that wriggles like earthworms.

At the joints of each limb of the puppet, black 'pupils' seem to appear. It's like there are countless eyes looking in all directions, which makes people palpitate and shudder.

"Your two little henchmen are back, mean woman."

The puppet didn't look back, and a black pupil on the joint turned, and he could see Lame Hao and Broken Kun entering the door.

Wei Zhifu didn't seem to care about this insult, she just leaned lazily, looked at the puppet, and said in a soft and seductive voice:

"Are you here to get down to business or have fun? If you don't want to say it, just get out. ”

The puppet was not angry, the black hole on his face hung upside down, and glanced at Wei Zhifu: "Cheap woman, you should know that it is more than enough for me to kill you, don't try to provoke me." ”

"But now I'm the main character, and although you're a high sequence, you can't stop me." Wei Zhifu smiled softly, "If you want, you can only cooperate, obey, and depend, well......"

The puppet stuck out its crimson tongue, licked it, and whispered:

"Guiding our Lord to come, your 'Bloodborne Cursed Council' and our 'Soul Worship Society' are all the same goal. If you go ahead, do it quickly, and get good results, I will definitely not violate the principles to thwart your plans......"

"But!"

The puppet's voice became a little weird, mixed with sizzling noises, and he raised his tone and said:

"I don't think what you're doing now is going to get a good result. Cheap woman, although I can't guess why you want to build a hospital, I warn you that your actions will expose the specific coordinates of the gates of hell! ”

Wei Zhifu looked at the puppet hanging upside down in the air sarcastically, like looking at a mentally retarded and brain-dead, sighed softly, moved her legs, put on a more comfortable posture, and said:

"Let me think about it, as a senior, you have been in this hypocritical world for more than 20 years, right? Well, in 2052, you crawl out of the dirty dirt. ”

"And then, in the year 2056, still twenty years ago, you planned an attack on the Holy See Square.

And then there's no then......"

Wei Zhifu raised her eyes to look at the puppet with a gentle smile, "I came late, but I did better than you." So you're jealous, and you're using those stupid walking dead lackeys to spy on my purpose? ”

"Mean woman, I'm worried about the coordinates of the gates of hell!" The puppet said in that murky tone.

"How do you know I'm going to expose the coordinates? You Death Eaters of the Soul Worship Society can only show up by relying on the corpses of extraordinary beings in this hypocritical world. ”

"You are easy to be tracked down and arrested, this is your shortcoming!"

Wei Zhifu stretched out her white and elegant fingers and nodded to herself, "And I, I'm sorry, I can't be tracked!" Because my power is the power of the blood source, I don't have to follow the rules of this hypocritical world at all! ”

The puppet looked a little sluggish, twisted its neck slightly, and then said, "But you also can't leave the area of the street, because your blood altar is here." And I can walk all the time, and if I don't want to, no one will be able to arrest me. ”

Wei Zhifu continued to smile charmingly, pointing her finger at the puppet: "How can I hear that you seem to be begging me and want to join forces with me." ”

The puppet grinned silently, as if mocking, and said:

"You know my means and strength, this merit, I think it will be difficult for you to monopolize it. If you're smart enough, you know the power of our team. ”

"Is the 'Bloodborne Cursed Council' and the 'Soul Worship Redemption' a team? This joke has been passed down from hell for years, and it's always so funny! Wei Zhifu twisted her body, her hand on her chest and laughed exaggeratedly.

"The power of blood and the power of soul worship are both gifts from my Lord. We are of the same goal, and there is nothing funny about it, your ego will ruin your plans. The puppet said with a sizzling voice.

"Stop talking nonsense, senior!"

Wei Zhifu put away her smile, straightened her long legs, and said expressionlessly:

"My plan is foolproof, you either obey me, cling to me, and wait for me to share a merit with you. Or you continue to spy on me with stupid walking dead lackeys and watch me step by step to success. ”

The puppet grinned silently, its crimson tongue sticking out and licking it in the air, and the murmur became more and more chaotic, and said:

"I think this talk has collapsed, let's look forward to the next meeting......"

As the voice ends, the puppet hangs upside down. The falling black 'rope' smoke shrank shorter and shorter, and the puppet's size collapsed, turning into a wriggling cloud of black smoke that was about to completely dissipate.

Suddenly, another sentence came out of the black smoke:

"With your abilities, you can only hatch three Bloodborne Seeds. Although I provided you with Fan Jun's information, I am surprised that you actually failed. Perhaps, it is the punishment of arrogance......"

As he spoke, the black smoke gradually dissipated, leaving the last paragraph:

"You're only left with these two henchmen, make good use of it, I'll watch you......" The voice had disappeared, and the black smoke had disappeared.

The room was dead silent.