As far as I could see, there was only darkness, only a small radio at my feet, and I almost kicked it over.

The voice I heard came from the radio, and the voices of the Zhanjia brothers were arguing, and Lianxin was angry and said that he would release him as soon as possible.

I thought it was a close distance, but then I found out that the radio performance was too good, and the sound from the current was so realistic, as if it was in my ears.

This old man is still quite bored, and he actually opened a radio station, and I don't know who else can listen to it except me.

Blood slid down my wrists, arms and shoulders, my clothes were sticky, and in a blur, I smelled garlic flowers again.

The smell of garlic was not so pungent that I didn't even feel it, and the whole being fell into a state of paralysis and sluggishness, and Cliff came prepared, and I had little experience in hanging old men.

Zhan smiled and said very clearly, "If we come together, we will go back together." ”

Zhan laughed as a translator and added a few sentences, "If he refuses to betray his kind, he will not betray us, since we are friends, we have no reason to give up on him." ”

Lianxin seemed to have pulled out the gun directly, and there was a sound of glass breaking, and there were several sounds of electricity.

"I don't look at this kind of thing that only has pictures, where is the ordinary? If we can't see him, the three of us will tear down this broken place today. ”

Only then did I remember that when I was separated, Lianxin was stunned by ether, and at most I remember that I was separated on the 25th floor, and I am afraid that I would not know the secret passage in the elevator.

"Am I going to stink to death in this damn place? Damn, no one knows if it's really dead. "I was leaning against the wall, my hands chained to a height that I couldn't sit down, and if I were to sit and lie down, I would have let the spikes go deeper into the arteries, and I would have died in a few minutes.

But my legs were also tied, I couldn't stand up, I couldn't sit, and I was half-sitting and half-kneeling against the wall, how uncomfortable it was.

"MD old ghost, come out and let's talk about life!" I howled, but no one paid any attention to me.

Dracula's voice sounded softly, "I didn't even know that you defended me so much, and would rather be tortured than refuse to betray me." "There was nothing moving in his voice, there was a sense of naturalness and mockery." If it weren't for the fact that you didn't distinguish between garlic and narcissus, I wouldn't have laughed at you. ”

"Your ......," I scolded, and the blood sped up a bit, pulling me back to the edge of sanity.

Dracula sighed in a tone of admiration, "Boy, you have a lot of blood. ”

I replied angrily, "Yes, I'm hot-blooded, and I don't distinguish between humans and animals, can you think about dragging me into the water for Mao and still being so arrogant?" ”

Dracula slowed out his tone, "So I'm not here, am I?" ”

Then he didn't speak, and I only felt a strong tremor, different from the feeling of an earthquake. The building I was in, including the floors and walls, didn't shake. But all the objects in the room, including the chains that connected to the walls, the radio at my feet, and the old Cliff's desk, who didn't know how many rooms separated from the door, made a crisp sound when the crystal ball hit the ground.

Dracula himself didn't come here, and with just one thought, he could make everything shake like this, and I stared blankly at the darkness ahead, not knowing what to say.

A candle on the wall was suddenly lit, and the light flickered to reflect Old Cliff's face.

I looked around, and I was in a long, narrow room with red brick walls and a large iron door to keep the outside world out.

The room was about a little over a meter wide and five meters long, and I was locked in it.

The empty one on the right side is where I feel Dracula's breath.

Next to the iron gate on the left, Old Cliff was watching us alertly, fully armed, wearing a pair of glasses, looking very cautious, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Are you here, demon?" He held the crossbow and pointed it to my heart. "This kid was originally a good seedling, but you have transformed him, and I will not easily let him become your pawn."

There was silence in the air, and I could sense that Dracula was still there, but he didn't answer Cliff's question.

Cliff was a little out of breath, and he raised his voice, "You want to use each heir as your new fulcrum to hide completely?" I won't let you get your wish! ”

The arrow was fired, flashing with a burst of silvery light.

I was about to be shot through the arrow in my head.

At this point everything seemed to stand still, there was no vibration, the arrows were stagnant in front of my forehead, and for a while, I even wondered if time had stopped.

Dracula's aura was very strong, exuding a burst of rage, "No one can hurt my people. ”

The silver arrow fell to the ground, stained with dull, somehow stained blood.

There is an ancient breath in the blood.

What I know for sure is that Dracula is injured to some extent.

In the windowless room on all sides, the candlelight suddenly became infinitely brighter. On the walls are blood slowly forming handwriting, written in a distinctive Gothic font. "Let go of this kid, I'll join your game and see who's the winner."

The handwriting on the wall had not yet been written to the end, but the general meaning could already be guessed, and then old Cliff's eyes flashed with a gleam, "Very good, you are finally willing to take the war letter, I thought you would hide until my old bones also died." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his crossbow again and shot another silver arrow.

This time he wasn't aiming at me, but directly across from him, in the direction in which the handwriting appeared.

There was a faint, flickering figure in front of me, flashing a few times, and finally faintly turning into a substance.

Running down Dracula's chest, dark blood slowly flowed down the arrow's body.

Silver arrowheads, peach wood arrow body, international standard special equipment to ward off evil spirits.

Dracula looked down at the feathered arrow stuck in his body and slowly pulled it out, "You're much smarter than you were back then. ”

His tone was indifferent, but I could hear a strong killing intent.

The silver liquid was wrapped in a black gas, slowly flowing out of the small wound, and it seemed that the silver was as lethal to vampires, even for the 600-year-old boss.

My handcuffs were automatically opened, and Dracula didn't look at me, his tone was a little solemn.

"Son, leave as soon as possible."

I rubbed my wound and glanced at Dracula, "You come to save me, can I still run shamelessly?" ”

At this moment, I was moved by my own righteousness.