In a dark hall, a Blood Clan elder had a gloomy face, flipping through a stack of photos in his hand. And those photos are all "masterpieces" of Zhang Xin and the Blade Warrior after the killing.

"Daywalker Blade and the Black Monsters," the Bloodclan elder gritted his teeth, "they are madmen trying to wipe out the noble Bloodline. ”

"How many died?" The Blood Clan Elder asked with some resentment.

"There are too many to count," the other Blood Clan Elder's face was also very ugly, "They all use silver weapons, which are the natural enemies of our Blood Clan." ”

"Call Faith in." The elder on the throne said hatefully.

Hearing this, a Blood Clan guard next to him walked out of the conference room quickly, thinking that he had followed the elder's order and went to call Feith.

Sure enough, after a while, a young man with a pale face and a grim expression walked into the conference room. Unlike the other blood clans, who were sincerely afraid of seeing the elders, Firth did not have any respect for the elders, but as soon as he entered, he swaggered on the leather seats, and then "swallowed the clouds and spitted fog" as if no one was around.

"You are a disgrace to the Bloodline, Fez," one of the Bloodclan elders asked angrily as soon as he entered, "If we break the treaty, or if we gather a crowd, the human government will trouble us. ”

"If you're a pure-blooded bloodline, you'll know." Speaking of this, the Blood Clan Elder also despised Fez's bloodline by the way, which was the only thing he could despise Fez, and said a sentence at the end.

"Daywalkers and Black Monsters, it's troublesome enough."

Hearing this, Faith still sat leisurely on the leather seat and "swallowed the clouds", looking like he didn't want to explain at all. In fact, his heart was already full of anger: these elders, all of them were stubborn, relying on themselves to be pure-blooded blood, not only pointing fingers at him, but also looking down on him very much, which made Feith, who thought of himself very highly, how could he endure it. It's just that he is scheming, so he pretends to be nothing.

"Your ballroom is too dangerous." A Blood Clan elder concluded.

"Really?" Faith took a long puff of his cigarette and looked mocking.

"In order to survive, we must be attached to humans, just as vines are attached to trees, and it is fair that the day belongs to the human and the night belongs to the Bloodline." The Blood Clan Elder frowned.

"That's enough," the words seemed to touch Fez's nerves, and he stood up with an excited expression, his voice excited, "We are noble bloods, we should rule over the human race, not make any treaty, they only deserve to be our food, not some allies." ”

"You've gone too far," a Blood Clan elder seemed unhappy that Faith was speaking so loudly in the solemn conference room, and said as if to teach him a lesson, pretending that he was a pure-blood.

"Maybe I'll say what's in your heart." Faith took a few steps forward.

"We have lived like this for thousands of years, why should you criticize us." The elder on the main throne said slowly, and then showed a look of disdain, "You are not a pure-blood clan, you are just an acquired species. ”

"Does it matter?" Fez walked up to the elder on the throne and pushed the other elder away, craned his neck, and looked at the elder with clear eyes. Unmoved, the elder continued.

"I was born into a blood clan, and every elder in this group is just like me. And you," said you, the disdain in the elder's eyes even heavier, "is nothing more than a half-blood. ”

"What can you do with me?" Faith took a long puff of his cigarette, and then spit out again, spitting all the white smoke on the Blood Clan Elder, looking arrogant.

This kind of behavior is obviously a provocation to the elders of the blood clan, but the elders of the blood clan really dare not say anything, because in the current blood clan, Feith has real power, and they are just decorations.

Fortunately, Faith didn't go too far, just glanced at these Blood Clan elders with contempt, and then walked out of the conference room quickly, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to them.

It was just an ordinary Bloodline meeting, but it caused the conflict between Faith and the elders to erupt. It also raised ambition in Feith's heart, and also laid the groundwork for the tragic situation of these elders later

In the next few days, the plot continued to develop in full swing, Zhang Xin was still at ease, neither mixing with the protagonist, nor killing the blood, just quietly dormant.

He has long known that if he keeps to himself and does not get involved in the main plot, then he can stay in the movie shijie for a long time, and if he is involved in the main plot, the time he can stay will be greatly shortened, and he can only stay for ten days at most.

Based on this consideration, Zhang Xincai endured his temperament and waited slowly, waiting for the moment of zuihou.

And in addition to this matter, there is another thing that makes him really unable to get out, that is, the shadow suit seems to be evolving or mutating again, and it has been sleeping for the past few days, except for providing Zhang Xin with liliang, it has never exerted influence on Zhang Xin.

Originally, the shadow suit was made of venom, he was not a dead thing, but a parasitic life, without his own consciousness, and he had to rely on living things to survive, otherwise he would die.

Generally speaking, parasitic life will have some impact on the parasitic life, most of which are not affected by the haode, and serious ones will die. But fortunately, venom only magnifies the dark side of people's hearts, and there are no other side effects. And for Zhang Xin, who has never been able to find a reason, this is in line with his appetite, so he put on the shadow suit.

Originally, there were no special changes in the shadow suit, but after wearing it on him, it gradually showed some differences, which seemed to be because Zhang Xin's physique was different from the people in Spider-Man Shijie.

Especially after returning to the reality of shijie, the shadow suit came to a new shijie, and gradually began to mutate, or evolve, I don't know if it's because of the different environments of the two shijie.

Then, a new shijie came, and Zhang Xin devoured many blood clans, which made him stronger at the same time, it seemed that the shadow suit had changed, or it was about to mutate and evolve again.

Zhang Xin also has a cautious attitude towards this situation, the last evolution made him mistakenly overcome, and he also took the opportunity to gain an ability that is not completely devoured. This evolution, that is not necessarily, so he would rather be cautious.

However, he didn't want to provoke the Blood, and the Bloodclan was unwilling to let him go. That night, Firth took a dozen heavily armed blood clans to a famous church in New York and walked in with a solemn expression.

"Is it here?" Firth looked at the grand church and asked the surrounding Bloods a little strangely. It seems hard to believe that the evil black weirdo is actually in the holy church.

"Through our investigation, the dark weirdos are here." A little brother of the blood clan next to him hurriedly explained.

After deciding, Faith did not hesitate and walked in quickly, and the rest of the blood clan all looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy. It's no wonder that this black monster, but in just a few days, he has killed hundreds of blood clans, and those blood clans, zuihou didn't even have bones left, and their methods are more cruel than blade warriors, no wonder they are so nervous.

As soon as I entered the church, I was greeted by a priest, standing beside the holy water in a daze, looking at these heavily armed thugs in amazement, and it seemed that he still had some confusion about the situation.

As a blood clan, Fez's scorn for the Lord or something, and even a little disgusted, plus his mood was not very good, so he did not hesitate, and fired a shot, and the evil bullet entered the priest's weak body. The holy water next to it was stained with blood red.

Faith swaggered into the church, ignoring the corpse next to him. For him, humans are lowly, food for noble blood clans, and death is death, no big deal.

When he entered the church, he was greeted by a huge cross with a crucifix on it, and a solemn sense of heaviness immediately enveloped his heart.

But Firth was not affected in the slightest, but glanced at the cross with contempt, then turned around, pushed open a nondescript door beside it, and slowly walked into the back door of the church, where the bell was. Their men followed him and walked in together.

Halfway through, Faith looked at the somewhat dark surroundings, hesitated for a moment, and gestured to the side with a glance to let his men walk in front. He had always been cautious, or rather afraid of death.

"What's that?" Halfway through, a Bloodline screamed, which made everyone's atmosphere much more tense. But after a while, they found out that the culprit was just a black silk thread.

This is the same as the black silk thread, the whole body is pitch black, and it is very small, in this pitch black environment, it is difficult to find, no wonder the shili of the blood clan, it is also not found.

Now that they knew the culprit, it didn't have much impact on these bloods, they just took out their knives, gently cut the silk thread in two, and then continued to walk forward slowly.

What happened just now was just the beginning, and then the blood clan frequently encountered these black silk threads, and every step took took a lot of effort, and the ground was also covered with a layer of slippery black substance, making them walk very carefully.

When they reached the top floor, these blood clans found that Weishenme was so dark, it turned out that this place was all covered by a layer of black substance, and the light from the outside could not come in, no wonder it was so dark here, and nothing could be seen.

And at this time, they finally found their target, the black monster, who was in the attic on the top floor, wrapped in a layer of evil black substance, and only showed the evil and hideous eyes, looking at them with a sparkle as if he had seen something delicious.