"It's here, big guy"

Quaint European-style buildings, towering and deep ancient houses.

Looking through the iron fence, you can see a garden, and the fountain is a small bronze statue that urinates and extinguishes the fuse of explosives, still working hard.

"Big guy, it's not that we're cowardly, it's a vampire count who can suck people's blood......" In the middle of the words, the bald head paused suddenly, the man in front of him was obviously also a vampire, and he could come out in the daytime, obviously stronger!

"Knock!"

"Yes......"

……

It's just dark,

In the old mansion, the ruby coffin parked in the master bedroom was laboriously lifted by the servants.

"Hum—"

The lid of the coffin was heavy as if it had been pushed into a stone roller, slowly moving a crack open.

Then, a man in a red and black robe rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Good morning"

The white-haired young man nodded slightly: "Good morning, Earl"

"It's so fragrant, is it breakfast?"

The Count then put the silver-gray wig handed over by the servant on his head, and came out of the coffin with a slight tidying up.

"I just found the ingredients today, although I'm sorry I couldn't find the girl."

"It's okay, as long as you can fill your stomach"

The Count waved his hand absently, but the white-haired servant knew very well how difficult it was for the Earl to serve.

Liquid in a goblet, sticky/thick, red/moist.

The earl pinched the cup and took a sip gently: "Fresh, it's really a wonderful morning~"

"Earl, your carriage is ready, will you go to the ball later?"

"Of course, you can't let me sleep all day, can you?"

The Count drank the liquid from the goblet and searched his tongue to make sure that there was absolutely no waste: "Perhaps a little more for breakfast"

"Too many people are missing, the ...... that will attract the attention of the British police"

This time it was the Count's turn to stop talking.

"Bang bang!"

"Someone is coming, you go and see"

"Yes" The servant nodded and retreated, but in a minute, the servant returned, except that he was held to the head with a gun by a group of vicious men.

"Who are you?"

The Count's eyes swept around, and finally he rested on the bald head, who was the only one of the group who looked most like the boss.

"No, no!"

The bald head faced the earl's gaze, waved his hand in horror, although his English was lame, but it was not bad: "This, he is looking for you"

The crowd staggered, and a man in a black robe stepped forward.

In an instant, the momentum was like night, overwhelmingly squeezing towards the earl.

"Who are you?"

"Speak Chinese"

This face, how can it not speak Chinese.

That's right, it's still a familiar face.

"Under Li Wangyang, I don't know what to call this gentleman?"

He Cheng grinned, revealing his corpse teeth: "Mr. Zombie"

Boom!

The Earl's legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he did not show too ugly to hold on.

"I'm a vampire, you're a zombie, we don't seem to have any connection, the well water doesn't interfere with the river water."

He Cheng glanced at the goblet with a slight blood stain, zombies and vampires, monsters that feed on blood, are the most sensitive to blood: "You eat my men"

"What's going on?"

The Earl glared at his servant, and the white-haired young man hurriedly explained: "I don't think he speaks English, and he may be a foreign smuggler, so I caught him and made breakfast for you, Earl, which you want to eat." ”

Seeing that the servant shook the pot, the earl had no way, and did kill people just to make him drink blood.

"Wait, Mr. Zombie, your man isn't dead, I just cut his wrist and bled a little......"

"Yes, yes, not dead yet!" The Earl was overjoyed, and shouted at the servant, "If you are not dead, why don't you invite them out?" ”

Brother Qiang is very eye-catching, so he asked the two younger brothers to come over to help.

Soon, the drunken evil master was carried out, snoring with snot bubbles, and looking at the tiny wound on his wrist, even if the evil master woke up, he wouldn't care.

"Waste"

Lu Qiang snorted coldly, and the evil master was carried up by the ability to move objects and hit the wall.

"Which one dares to hit this master/master, isn't it...... Boss, why are you here? Brother Qiang, you're also here, what's going on? The evil lord looked around dizzily.

"Let you do a small thing, almost lose your life!"

"......" The evil master lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, He Cheng had absolute authority in front of him.

"Mr. Zombie, since you have found your subordinates, can you ...... this" The Earl almost made a clear gesture to send off the guest, in the eyes of others, this vampire may be on par with He Cheng's strength, with a master's attitude, at this time he admits that he doesn't want to make trouble.

He Cheng didn't even need to look at the name of "Level 9-Count Li Wangyang" on his head, even if he was imposing, he could be weak.

A vampire who can't get enough to eat.

"Come with me!"

He Cheng's words could not be refused, and he turned around and walked out of the door first.

The earl still wanted to make a master posture, but after weighing his strength, he still obediently followed He Cheng's back, whether it was a blessing or a curse, life or death, it could only depend on luck.

Earl Li Wangyang is a weak Chinese vampire, He Cheng's impression of him only stays in the movie "One Bite OK", half a cup of human blood is divided into breakfast, lunch and dinner, and he can only take a sip at each meal, and he is timid and poor, and he can only rely on servants if he wants to eat a full stomach.

The movie is a boring love story, about the seventies and eighties, when the servant in the movie was a teenager now.

A vampire who can be a translator, this is the only role that Count Li Wangyang can survive in front of He Cheng.

……

"Spotting? It's my boss, sharp, I'm not going to you."

The evil master was afraid that He Cheng would not hear his flattery, so he deliberately shouted at the top of his voice.

"Sharp! Sharp! Brother Qiang tugged on his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his bald head.

I can't help but scold in my heart, a drunkard is drunk and says that his boss is a zombie, who will believe it? If they knew that it was a zombie who lived with the evil master, they wouldn't dare to shoot them to kill them.

"Don't you mean that your boss is also a zombie? Why don't you call out together and have a light meal with my boss? ”

"Okay," Brother Qiang was a little embarrassed.

His boss only looks for him when he needs money, and if he dares to disturb at other times, he will only be sucked up of all his blood and become a dry corpse!

The bald head lowered his head, and he just saw a pair of feet in leather shoes and chains squatting in front of him.

He Cheng said flatly: "It just so happens that I also want to get to know each other."

Improving his strength as much as possible, maybe breaking through the shackles of the shackles, this is the only thing He Cheng can do at this time.

Other ghosts are locked by black and white impermanence, even if they can move, it is impossible to cultivate, what He Cheng has to do is very simple, just kill people.

Vampires are the best adversaries.

As long as he wears corpse armor, I am afraid that the real earl will not be able to penetrate his defenses; At that time, the other party is naturally a monkey in the palm of his hand, and he can't escape.