The energetic music stops and falls. The joy of falling entered the freezing point at this moment, and the colorful lights were projected, and the black rose bar was filled with a faint smell of blood, rendering the rotten air even more filthy.

Jory, who stood indifferently next to the bar, tilted his head sideways and let out an eerie laugh. He seemed to be stimulated by some ridiculous words, and the strange chuckle grew louder and louder, but none of the demons shouted at Jory at this time, and even none of them stood up to threaten the arrogant man.

Because the situation at this moment seemed to be beyond the expectations of many demonic guests, they were very cautious and kept silent. The life and death of the young people of the blood clan, what does it have to do with them, why do they have to do that useless death, and it depends on the situation and gains and losses to stand up for others.

Blood, bright red blood night under the light, all the guests of the bar saw the blood and wound on Jory's shoulder, the shoulder that was missing a large piece of flesh, bubbling down Jory's arm like a spring...... This is not a normal blood flow rate at all, even if Chori's head is cut off, I'm afraid the gushing blood flow will not be so great!

The red blood seemed to have its own consciousness, and it rushed out of Jori's body at an instantaneous speed, which was not like the wound bitten out by the blood clan, but like the blood that flowed out of Jori's body automatically, but because he happened to bite a hole in Jori's shoulder, these blood water had a hole to pour.

"I figured it out all of a sudden." Jory looked up at the colorful lights above his head, only to see him standing in a pool of rolling blood, muttering to himself: "I think I have some ability, I have a fluke mentality, blind self-confidence blinds my eyes, and being in a group weaker than myself, listening to and smelling the awe of others can indeed bring a refreshing sense of superiority...... Vanity. It also happens to be the original sin that I like. ”

The blood clan youth wiped the blood stains from his face, he took a deep breath, and the stunned and jealousy just now were suppressed in a blink of an eye, only to hear the blood clan youth sneer: "You said you are a vampire, hehe, a ...... with a human smell Sucking, blood, ghosts? While mocking Jori, the young man of the Blood Clan looked at the booth in the corner with a vague look, as if threatening Edward over there with his eyes.

"You toad at the bottom of a well looking up at the narrow sky, you don't even know what a 'vampire' is." Jory withdrew his gaze and looked at the Blood Clan youth with sad eyes: "I thought you heard the word vampire. will immediately understand their situation. ”

If this bloodline really understood what a "vampire" was, it is estimated that by this time, he had already knelt down trembling in fear and begged for Jory's forgiveness. Even if he angrily accuses Jory of daring to pretend to be a vampire, it is better than his ignorance at the moment.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the back door, and the sturdy white-haired old man strode in, and his angry eyes locked on Jory and the blood youth for the first time, and Edward followed the old man with his head down. resignedly, he showed a look of not daring to say anything.

"Have you forgotten our rules, Verdo?" The old man jumped to the center stage with his hands on his back, and without saying a word, he turned his hand and lifted the two dancers watching the play on the stage, standing on the stage and looking at the young man of the blood clan condescendingly: "...... Still is. Would you like to taste my fist? ”

It turned out that Edward didn't want to be avenged by Verdo's people using tonight's events as an excuse afterwards, so Edward went to call the owner of the Black Rose Bar. Then he came out with the boss's ace hitter. Seeing that the situation seemed to be suppressed by the old man invited by Edward, Edward couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and he desperately glanced at Verdo. Let him be honest.

For these demons, the Black Rose Bar is not only a place to relax without worrying about being exposed, but also an occasion for them to exchange information for these spies. The appearance of entertainment in the dark direction is just a cover-up, although the humans in Mizuki City are no longer enough to threaten, even if these demon spies are not afraid of humans killing into the Black Rose Bar one day, but the most basic rules still have to be followed.

For example, you are not allowed to kill each other in the bar, and if something goes outside to solve it, you can slash at the other person if you see which one is not pleasing to the eye, and no one cares how you want to retaliate when the other party leaves the bar, but if he dies for it, the thugs in the bar will find you...... Or rather, it's more appropriate to call them killers.

The old man with his hands on his back, his chest muscles were like two pieces of armor hanging on his chest, the rough cloth clothes were stretched into a tight arc, and the muscles of his arms were like steel full of strength and weight, especially the old man's waist, like a circle of iron buckets around his body, and his short gray hair like steel needles stood upright, not looking at him like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, just looking at his eyes were full of depression.

The old man with his eyes wide open jumped off the stage and came to the young man of the blood clan in two or three steps: "Verdo, this situation today is more than once or twice, right?" ”

"Why don't you question that hillbilly who calls himself a 'vampire', he was the one who insulted me first." Verdo was obviously a little jealous of this old man, although he still spoke unruly, but he was always aimed at Jori, and he did not dare to target this old man like a tyrannosaurus.

The strong old man sneered: "I only believe in ......"

However, the old man's sneer was not over, his sarcastic face suddenly stiffened, the old man glanced back at Jori, he subconsciously lowered his arms, and asked Verdo again, "...... You, what did you just say, you repeat. ”

"I ...... I mean, it's all the hillbilly who started the trouble first, you can ask someone else, he was the one who laughed at us Bloodline first! ”

The old man didn't care about Verdo's other excuses, he only grasped one word, and his gloomy eyes released a fierce light, as if to swallow Verdo into it: "You just said it...... Bloodsucker? ”

"I ......" Seeing that the attitude of this terrifying old man had changed, Verdo quickly realized that he might have said something that he shouldn't say, and was waiting for him to explain and clear up his relationship, only to see Verdo's body suddenly shake, obviously no one did anything to him, Verdo actually showed a look of surprise, standing motionless, his arms stiffened at his sides.

"I'll ask you once at the last time, did you just say...... Bloodsucker? The old man, who looked like a fierce beast, his veins gradually bulging, turned his head to look at Jory as he said this.

The man who had many arguments with Vir was undoubtedly the man who suffered a huge blow to his shoulder. However, in the eyes of the old man, he seemed to be unconcerned about the injury to his shoulder, and sat back in his chair at the bar as if no one was around, and continued to drink the little beer he had left.

"Hmm!!"

At this moment, the only thing Verdo could control was his eyeballs, his eyes gradually changed from surprise to horror, and Verdo, who had returned to the pupils of ordinary humans, had a face that was stiff as if it had been fixed by glue, but his eyes kept turning.

And then. He leaned forward, staggered, and took a step in the direction of the bar. At this time, Verdo was like a puppet, and from his eyes full of fear, it could be seen that he had a great desire to escape. look, but his body didn't obey the call, and walked towards Jory stiffly step by step.

After draining the beer from the glass in one gulp, Jory held the empty glass in front of Verdo, and the next scene that moved all the demons appeared. I saw Verdo's face go from solidification to distortion. With a trembling hand, he raised his right hand and touched his neck.

Fingertips tapped twice in his throat, and Verdo's trembling arm could no longer resist the force he could control, and he screamed and stabbed his finger into his neck. When he pulled out two bright red fingers, blood splattered out...... Unmistakably squirted into the empty wine glass that Jory handed over.

"My blood doesn't taste so good." Qiao Li handed the cup of blood to his lips and took a sip, and immediately showed a disgusting look: "Sure enough, I drank the woman's blood." Drinking this corpse-smelling ghoul blood again will make me sick to my stomach. ”

With his arm propped up on the counter on his chin, Jory's left arm shook, and blood flowed to his shoulder. A leisurely blood-colored mist rose up, and his shoulder was instantly restored to its original condition, even the bitten leather coat was restored to its entirety, leaving only the remaining pool of blood on the ground, and the blood that Verdo had accidentally swallowed.

There is a saying that is long overdue.

If you don't want to be killed by Jory inexplicably, remember to stay away from his blood, because you don't know when the puddle of blood on the ground will reach out and pull you in. As for those who drank Jory's blood, among them his friends are still alive and well, and his enemies have already paid the price.

"Tsk, pathetic vitality, before I can do it, you're dead......"

Jory turned, and he sat idly in his chair, shaking the little blood in his cup.

And soon after Verdo tore his neck in a frenzy, he fell limply. No one came to ask about this corpse, no one came to Jory to ask for guilt, and even the old man of the Tyrannosaurus rex, who was full of strength on the outside, was silent and frozen...... It seems that he remembered with the legend of "vampires".

That's right, vampires are among the demons of Essalas, just like the legend. After all, hearing is believing, and the old man didn't dare to guarantee whether Jory was the vampire at the moment, but he was a little shaken when he saw Verdo die of self-harm as if he had gone crazy at this moment......

Passing the wine glass to his mouth, Jory's mind returned to the prophecy of the Demon Source for a while, and under the annoyance and heavy mood, he couldn't help but take a sip of Verdo's blood, but soon the faint smell of corpses and bitter smell made Jory frown, and read the goblet with his right hand, Jory shook the liquid in the cup twice, and without looking at the cup, he threw it out of the hall casually.

And it was this action of throwing the cup casually that made the old man's eyes widen instantly.

Yes!

In the legend of Belmont, centuries ago, whenever the strong man of the Belmont family entered the castlevania and killed the castle lord's palace, the demon king sitting on the throne would have a habitual move...... Throw the cup!

Could it be a coincidence that this man who calls himself a vampire at the moment is throwing the cup so casually?

"Squeak......

At this moment, the only wooden door of the Black Rose Bar quietly opened, and in this quiet bar that seemed to smell a falling pin, a group of figures entering the bar were reflected under the flickering of colorful lights.

The old man just glanced at the door, and his mood immediately became gloomy, and he bit the pressure and said silently: "This group of pigs, here...... What a time! (To be continued......)