(A few days ago, because I had to revise the previous things, so I only changed one chapter.,It's true that I'm going out today.,So this chapter is a little more.,Bow and ask for votes)

There was no sun all year in 1945, perhaps, but I don't remember anymore, I just remember the gray sky, the electric wire under the sky, the compatriots in prison uniforms, the monsters in German suits, and the silent death.

I still couldn't sleep at night. Or maybe I don't dare to sleep at all, because I know that there are random three days a week, that monster will come down in the cell and kill people who look old and weak or sick, and I am not afraid for my own life, but I am afraid of my grandmother, so I have to do something.

At this time, I remembered the story my grandmother told me when I was a child, about a nobleman named Joseph Sadoux outside the gypsy village. In the story, the giant named Sadou was born tall and unusually tall, but his body was weak. It is said that after an accident, this nobleman was possessed by a demon and ceased to be human, living by sucking human blood every day, and was finally expelled from the village by fire and light.

I didn't care about the story itself, but the corpses of the children who had been fed on the blood in the story were in almost the same condition as the corpses of the people killed by the huge shadow in the darkness, which reminded me of my grandmother's story again. In that story, the demon Sadhu was afraid of silver, and in the story, it was said that if you could use silver, it would be possible to kill the demon.

But it's too difficult. Although the German ** official uses silver knives and forks for three meals a day, it is difficult to get one, and I have to wait, waiting for the best time.

Unfortunately, before the time came, the demon had already stretched out his grip to my side.

First of all, my companions. He had an asthma attack during the day-to-day work. So that night, the demon came as scheduled and took his life. And as his best friend, I can only shiver next to me.

And then my grandmother.

When I met her, she was lying in a huge mass grave with the rest of the dead, waiting for the flames to fall. Her skin was so pale, as if all the blood had been drawn from her body.

At that moment, I was completely insane. I roared, screamed, and cried, trying to rush to her and tell her that her grandson was too useless to even do something as simple as getting silver, or even to protect his grandmother's life.

I cried for a while, and then warned everyone about the demon's existence. But the years of torture have smoothed out all the vigilance in those people's hearts, or whether the demon exists or not, there is no difference to them. They looked at me with blank eyes, as if they had seen so many such scenes that even the last sympathy had disappeared.

The flames finally burned. The firelight lit up my entire face and illuminated the entire sky, but I still felt dark, and my body was still shivering from the cold.

From then on, I swore that as long as I lived, I would kill that demon. No matter what the cost.

……

When the first rays of the morning sun shone on New York City, Jiang Chuge had already returned to the door of his hotel. Ever since Abraham proposed to split up, Jiang Chuge had returned to his residence with the old man, who looked too old.

It was a second-hand recycling shop, and there was a huge basement underneath the store that had been converted into a fortified fortress by Abraham. All silver bullets came from this basement, which also contained a food storage room and a data room.

The Book of Contracts didn't convert words into words that Jiang Chuge could recognize, so he didn't know what was written in those materials, but he knew that it must be all the information that Abraham had collected about vampires.

In Abraham's fort, the old man begins to continue his unfinished story at the convenience store. It wasn't until he heard this story that Jiang Chuge knew that this old man turned out to be a survivor of a Nazi concentration camp in Germany, that is, from that time on, he saw the Blood Ancestor and what it did, his relatives, his grandmother, were sucked dry one by one in front of him, and from then on he was determined to kill the Blood Ancestor.

But such an aspiration does not come without a price.

In Abraham's room was a glass jar containing water a heart that would protrude from the heart with the slightest collision. It was a vampire's heart, but when Abraham looked at it, it was like his lover. Abraham told Jiang that this was the heart of his lover after his conversion. When he was forty years old, Blood Ancestor took advantage of his investigation to send vampires to kidnap his lover, he waited for three days and three nights, but waited for his lover to become a vampire, and then he had to kill his lover's ** with his own hands to save her soul.

Jiang Chuge didn't know what kind of mood Abraham was in to tell this story, but he saw the inexplicable complicated emotions in his eyes during the story. Is it remorse? Is it remembrance? Is it anger? Is it mourning? Is it despair? Is it attachment? …… The overly complicated eyes were like Abraham's heart, which became a deep well, completely burying all the years and the feelings after the years.

No one can read it through.

Maybe he doesn't want people to read it thoroughly, but it's a pity that he's just an ordinary person after all. He couldn't kill all the emotions he revealed, so when Jiang Chuge watched him tell his wife's story, his hand stroking the glass bottle trembled slightly.

Forty years later, he still can't face that scene calmly, and he can't face the moment when he held the narrow sword in his hand and swung it at the woman he loved the most.

Jiang Chuge remembered the words of Abraham when he asked Ivor to kill Kim, "If you want to save, save his soul......"

At that time, his emotions were as indifferent as indifference, but Jiang Chuge, who had experienced that story, now that he thinks about it, it was not cruel indifference, but the words of a person who came over in his last years, because of the same thing, he did it forty years ago, and it was even more painful.

Unfortunately, Ivor Gweed did not know the old man's compassion, but blindly blamed him.

Jiang Chuge suddenly felt very sorry for Abraham, who was already gray-haired in front of him, he had nothing left, only the only ideal left to kill the Blood Ancestor, wasn't this situation very similar to himself?

He looked at Abraham as if he were looking at himself.

Finally, the boy quietly said to Abraham, "Old man, if you need any help, come to me at the Hilton Hotel on Fifth Avenue...... I will help you make your wish come true......"

Thinking of this, Jiang Chuge squinted his eyes at the morning light that emerged from the gap in the tall building, he felt that the weather was colder today, if Abraham's wish could be fulfilled, then what about his? Where would he find those two men? If they really came from the Final City as well, then how could he find this infinite quest world?

The pale sunlight did not give Jiang Chuge an answer, but only showed a more cruel truth in an indifferent color.

Jiang Chuge sighed and continued to walk forward.

At this time, something behind him made a metallic crash in his track. It was a large two-handed sword, part of Abraham's collection, plated with a layer of silver, and more lethal than an ordinary blade in battle with the vampires. Jiang Chuge borrowed it, that is, once in the future, there may be a situation in the convenience store last night, and he doesn't have to use his hands to fight the vampires in hand, after all, no one can guarantee the accident will not recur.

The streets near the Hilton were as quiet as ever, just like when Jiang Chuge had left earlier, perhaps because there were not many pedestrians in the early morning.

But when Jiang Chuge stood at the door of the hotel, he found that the huge hotel was also extremely quiet at the moment, and he couldn't hear any sound after Jiang Chuge's hearing had increased dramatically after training, as if this building with more than 30 floors had been empty.

This is very weird, if it is just quiet, it can be considered that everyone is asleep in the morning, but there is no one in the lobby, and the whole situation is worth scrutinizing.

Jiang Chuge became vigilant, he took off the sword with both hands behind his back, held it in his left hand, and at the same time took out the pistol that was loaded again with last night's bullet in his right hand, and slowly walked in.

The lamp in the lobby is still the same as last night's huge crystal chandelier, and it is still the same as last night's golden appearance, but the ground has changed, and the originally clean and mirror-like ground has shown traces of blood and dragging. Jiang Chuge didn't see the front desk and other waiters who registered for him last night, so he knew that these people were probably unlucky.

Jiang Chuge sighed slightly, I don't know if the front desk listened to him and left the hotel.

Jiang Chuge probably checked it, and the entire floor was indeed empty. But there was no other creature in sight, and the trail of blood was dragged for a while before stopping, and then there was an open space.

Jiang Chuge didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling in his heart, he sighed again for those who died, and forced himself to put his mind elsewhere.

"It seems that Abraham is right, those vampires, especially the newborn ones, will hide underground and sleep during the day," Jiang Chuge muttered, his expression suddenly perked, "Since this is the case, it is better to ......"

About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Chuge pushed a cart full of kitchen ingredients onto the elevator. When Jiang Chuge moved in, there was no one on the top floor, and at the moment it was even quieter as death, Jiang Chuge also unequivocally kicked open the doors of each room, and after sweeping away the contents of the freezer and food cabinet inside, he returned to his room safely and locked the door.

Then Jiang Chuge put on the headphones and entered the bizarre dream again.

The purple-shirted young man was still standing between heaven and earth with his hands in his hands, and after seeing Jiang Chuge's appearance, he turned around and asked, "Are you back?" ”

"Hmm." Jiang Chuge nodded.

"Then let's continue to learn the last few hands of big silk and big winding." Wang Chao didn't say much, nodded, and was ready to move.

"Wait a minute," Jiang Chuge suddenly interrupted, "Can you slow down the kung fu at hand...... Now I need to practice a kind of swordsmanship, I don't know if you have one? ”

"Swordsmanship?" Wang Chao frowned, "Why?" ”

"You should know that the place where I am is is a mission world," Jiang Chuge explained, "This mission world is a bit special, and the enemies in it cannot be fought with their hands, because if you are not careful, you will be infected by the virus on the enemy's body, so you can only use the sword." I know the foundation of the national martial arts, and those martial arts racks are the most fundamental, but shouldn't I first ensure that I can survive? That's why I wanted to put down what I was doing to learn swordsmanship. ”

Jiang Chuge looked at Wang Chao, some things were very troublesome if they really had to be explained, and he could only hope that Wang Chao's original memory bank had information about the Final City.

"I see," Wang Chao nodded, "The Final City is indeed not a place where it can progress exactly according to the methods of the past. I grant your request. What kind of sword do you have in your hand? ”

"A two-handed swords on the European side." Jiang Chuge scratched his head and said.

"Is that so?" Wang Chao waved his hand, and countless points of light appeared out of thin air in the air, and then a two-handed heavy sword was condensed in Jiang Chu's singer.

"That's right, it's this sword." Jiang Chuge was a little surprised at first, and then relieved, because he was in the dream world at the moment, and such a means was nothing.

"This kind of sword tends to be thick, and Wudang's swordsmanship is naturally inappropriate," Wang Chao pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Then it's better to learn Li Raochen's Wuji Sword Technique." ”

"I don't understand this, you are a master, what you say is what it is."

"The master can't be the master, but after all, you have a little bit of master-apprentice fate with me, so naturally I will teach you with all my heart, you are optimistic, the three-style knife technique of the Wuji Sword Technique." As soon as Wang Chao raised his hand, the same two-handed heavy sword appeared in his hand, and then, with a step on his feet, he held the sword with both hands and slashed it down.

Wuji knife only has three types of knife method, it is actually not right to say that it is three styles, it should be only three steps: a split, a thorn, as simple as juggling, but such a simple thing has become the most terrible move in Wang Chao's hands, like an antelope hanging horns, without any flaws.

Jiang Chuge looked at it and was secretly stunned, this is just a procedure with such power, if the real Wang Chao uses it, what kind of situation will it be.

"Wang Chao," Jiang Chuge suddenly asked while resting, "What kind of level is a master like you in this Final City?" He was also very curious, because in the stories he had read, Wang Chao finally reached the realm of breaking the void and seeing that God was not bad. What kind of power is it, that is, within thirty-six steps, his speed is faster than a gun, even if you have a pistol in hand, as long as you are within thirty-six steps, and you haven't shot, he has already appeared in front of you and killed you. And with the strength of at least ten oxen, a punch can break steel, let alone stones. At the same time, except for massive missiles, any blocking or shooting will be ineffective against him, because as long as you aim at him and show hostility, even if it is several kilometers away, he will be able to detect it.

is such a master, what kind of level does he belong to in the world of reincarnation?

Wang Chao sighed and replied indifferently, "Before entering the final city, my strength was only barely reaching the bottom line of silver, that is, the power of the city...... level" He waved his hand, "Back then, I thought I was invincible in the world, but who would have thought that this world is so extensive......"

Hearing Wang Chao's emotion, Jiang Chuge stopped talking, but silently nodded in agreement in his heart. At this moment, he already felt that he was too much more than ordinary people, and he had a strength of hundreds of catties between shots, but this kind of kung fu was only barely at the silver level when practiced to the extreme, that is to say, the limit of national art was the silver lower position. So further up, what does that look like? And will he, Jiang Chuge, be able to reach that place again?

Every time I thought of this, the heavy sword in Jiang Chu's singer couldn't help but dance harder.

When kung fu arrives here, he can't be a master just by the sound of washing the marrow, so Jiang Chuge spends a lot of time on real practice every day. In addition to Wang Chao's Qi Cultivation Method, Jiang Chuge also focused on the three-style sword technique of the Wuji Knife. Raising the method, practicing the method, and playing the method have really been integrated in Jiang Chuge's hands so far.