The dilapidated door slowly opened with a creaking sound,

Suddenly, a chill came to his face, John frowned, pressed his right hand on the holster, took a light breath, and walked into the storeroom. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The room is not big, only a dozen meters from the front to the back, left and right, and there is no cargo in the middle that blocks the view, and you can see the end at a glance.

"No one!"

"Or maybe I'm here at the wrong time."

John froze, and a chill suddenly rose on his back,

Click!

The open door of the storeroom closed strangely, and the surroundings that had lost sunlight were suddenly plunged into darkness.

"It's ......"

John's heart tightened, his whole body muscles tensed, and he instantly entered a state of alert, pressed the left wheel with his right hand, and his footsteps moved slowly, coming to the right corner, where the walls were very weak, and the sunlight shone through the gaps, leaving a few bright spots of light on the ground.

"You're alert!"

Inexplicably, a word came from the side, and John turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who appeared on the beam with a blank face.

Long brown hair, handsome face, slender body, well-fitting clothes, and a pale and bloodless face, and a warm smile on his face, typical aristocratic vampire style.

"Who are you guarding against, Serena? Or a vampire? He said softly, in a soft, rhythmic tone.

John silently took out his envelope and said,

"You wrote this letter."

"Pretty good judgment, though, I didn't write it myself."

John stroked the blood on the envelope and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Spason Rocker Greylando! You can call me Sir Greallando, or Mr. Spaxon. ”

"Why did you call me here?" John went on to ask,

The middle-aged man laughed, soared into the air, and slowly fell to the ground like leaves,

"The question-and-answer method of communication is very boring, I don't have much time, I just need one answer." He lifted his footsteps, his figure fluttering, left and right, and when he reappeared, he was already three meters in front of John.

"John Condon, are you willing to die for Serena?"

"No!"

John shook his head, his back against the wooden wall, "I'll live with her." ”

Bang!

Slam your wrist against the crack in the wall,

Click!

The planks shattered, the sunlight penetrated through the cracks, and the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly took a few steps back and hid in the shadows.

John took a few steps back, got out of the storeroom, stood in the daylight, picked up a torch, lit it, held it in his hand, and looked at each other coldly,

"Sir Grelando, now we can have a good conversation."

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, looked at the wooden beams around him, and then looked at the torch in John's hand, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed,

"William is right, you are indeed a brave and interesting young man."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I still prefer you to answer my question, what is your relationship with Serena, and where is she now?"

"She and my family, who are also my students, I taught her the art of fighting and gave her weapons to hunt werewolves, but where is she? Now you are not qualified to know about it. The middle-aged man's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, but his slightly raised head was filled with natural pride.

"You're the leader of the Deathwalkers?" John suddenly asked,

The middle-aged man did not speak, and acquiesced in this sentence.

John was silent, shook his head inwardly, threw the torch aside, and turned away,

"I'll find Serena, whatever happens to her, and by then, you'll know what [qualifications] are."

He said expressionlessly, turned around and glanced at him coldly, the blue light that flashed in the pupil of his left eye revealed endless sharpness,

In an instant, Spartson only felt a tightness all over his body, and a fear that he hadn't felt for a long time suddenly rose in his heart.

"Interesting young man."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, stayed where he was for a while, and when the clouds drifting in the distance blocked the sunlight above, he went to the corner, opened the closet, put on his cloak, and put on his mask.

He pushed open the back door of the warehouse, and his figure flickered, moving quickly in the daylight and disappearing into the jungle in the distance.

Twenty minutes later, in an old cemetery.

A few crows growing in the trees quacked, flapping their wings and flying to Sparta, a few landed on his shoulder, a few on his hands, their eyes glittering, and their mouths opening and closing as if to say something.

Spaxon nodded from time to time, muttered strange syllables in his mouth, and finally waved his palms, and the crows gathered around him spread their wings one after another, each flying in a different direction.

When all the crows had left the ground, he got up and walked to a cemetery, pushed open the cemetery door, and disappeared into the dark passage.

From time to time, there was the sound of water droplets falling to the ground in the dark and damp place, and when I walked down the stairs, there was gradually more light in my field of vision.

"Your Excellency!"

William bowed his head and lowered his proud head, and behind him, Jon the Indian vampire and Iger the black vampire bowed at the same time in respect.

"Hmm!"

Spartson replied indifferently, took off his mask and cloak, walked past them, and walked directly into the depths of the tomb.

The candlelight famed, but Spaxon's eyes grew brighter and brighter, especially when he saw the painting hanging on the wall, his eyes showed more excitement than ever.

Brightly colored ink paintings, different from the current popular romanticism, are a little less enthusiastic, nor the simplicity of realism, and lack the impressionism's sense of light and shadow, it is like a synthesis, but it gives people a distinct sensory experience.

This is a lonely painting, a painting made especially for Serena, which he has always admired, but has always been puzzled,

"I can't believe that such an amazing work could come from that kind of person." Spartson spoke up,

Hearing this, the woman trapped in the cage raised her head and said urgently,

"You've seen him."

"Hmm!"

"How is he?"

"Not good!"

Serena's face changed slightly, and she roared,

"You killed him!"

Spaxon frowned, looked at her indifferently, the oppression given by the high bloodline rushed to her face like a tsunami, and Serena felt like she had been hit by a hammer in the chest, gritting her teeth, her face full of unwillingness.

Seeing her like this, Span couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Serena and him are nearly a thousand years apart in age, but they come from the same creator, according to the law of blood, they are family, brother and sister.

He has always been very concerned about this sister, otherwise he would not have rushed here from the Blood Castle thousands of miles away as soon as he got the news.

"What the hell is going on with him?" Serena's tone was very low,

Spason frowned and shook his head helplessly, "It's not bad, my left arm is a little injured, and everything else is fine." ”

"Was he alone when he went?"

"Yes, alone, on horseback, with an eager face, with a no-bullet revolver pinned to his waist."

Poof!

Serena laughed, her ghostly eyes full of longing.

"Spartson, thank you."

"If you want to thank me for not killing him, there's no need at all."

Serena was stunned and looked at him puzzled.

Span sighed, "I did it, but I didn't kill him." ”

At this moment, Serena was shocked, the middle-aged white man in front of her was a high-level vampire who had crossed the thousand-year period, how could he not kill a human being.

Spaxon didn't explain any more, glanced at the painting on the wall, and turned to leave,

"I will try my best to cover up the affairs of the two of you, and as for the outcome, it depends on luck."

"Then there's the Blood Dragon Maiden Finica, who has become the new Blood Lord as a legend;

According to the law of the blood code, every lord born will occupy a piece of land as a blood food field.

She's from the Foggy Mountains, and the Blood Food Field is supposed to be the border of Arkansas, Mississippi, and Tennessee, and Memphis may be among them, so you can't stay here any longer, you get ready, we'll leave tonight. ”