Like-sex attracts, opposite-sex repels, this is the truth of the magnet, this sentence is often put on people to say that the opposite sex can attract, and the same sex will always repel each other. Sex here is not gender, it is characteristic. Especially bad traits, bad guys tend to only hurt good guys because they know that good guys don't hurt them. When the wicked collide with the wicked, the end will always be very tragic. This principle does not only apply to good and bad in a broad sense, if everyone on a ship has different responsibilities and skills, then they can cooperate with each other, but if there are two helmsmen on board, then they have to throw one down to feed the fish.

The city is a big ship, and the people on board are all kinds of people, and the positions are very different. Some of these positions are very glorious, and some are not so good on the stage. I'm afraid not, just as the existence of killers is also part of the city's economic cycle, although the people here have no intention of working hard for the development of the city, the result is their life-and-death struggle, which nourishes the soil and makes it bloom more vividly. Among them, including the cultists, these pathetic and hateful people who worship heretical gods, how could they let this ship go?

"Squeak!" the large rat walked unscrupulously on the damp pallet, barking menacingly at the humans who approached it. The gray robe gently swept the whiskers around the mouse's mouth, and the gray creature that had just been restless immediately became quiet, with a faint glint in its eyes, and then turned and ran into the darkness. No one saw this scene, and even if they did, they would only be scared away as a mouse. Rats should be feared, because the people who move in this area where there is no light of day are the most vicious. Those who are not ruthless enough often wear iron rings around their necks that symbolize slaves.

The Hidden River, an out-of-place tavern, sits in this chaotic area where no one dares to drink at all. The open tavern door was like the mouthpiece of some kind of monster, quietly waiting for the prey to fall into the net. The Grey Man was not a prey, he was a hunter, and he came to track him, so he fearlessly stepped into the tavern and through the narrow alley to its bar. The silver-gray haired elf wiped his glass quietly, as if he were repeating the same motion. Cheese prefers to believe that some kind of mechanism in this corridor has notified the other party that someone has come to the door, and the tavern owner has deliberately made this inscrutable gesture.

"As a repeat customer, you're coming a little bit faster. The elf looked up and smiled kindly, "But thank you, otherwise I really didn't know that the old man who sold fish could fight like this." The city has always been able to surprise me, and your presence has multiplied the frequency of surprises. So, You're still welcome to you, Mr. Cheese. ”

"Welcome? I hope you can still say that when I leave. The mage shrugged and took a few steps across from Jung. He stared at the elven-looking vampire for quite some time.

"Well, so can we talk about business, or are you just here to have a drink with me today?" There are not many people who have been stared at by the cheese for so long and still have their faces unchanged, and once the gray robe's gaze stops in one place, it is like a real blade, to take apart all your flesh and bones, and see what is inside. This is a state that only people who have undergone a lot of anatomical training can have.

Cheese didn't answer immediately, but pulled out a tattered tin box from his robe, "A fisherman caught this from the rushing waters, and I want you to see it." ”

Jung blinked, and with a somewhat suspicious gaze, he carefully pulled the box in front of him and opened it, and the corpse of a worm was lying inside. He frowned, as if he didn't realize why the mage would bring this to himself so solemnly. However, out of caution, the boss of Youhe still looked at the mage's expression and whispered, "I hope you don't be surprised. ”

After that, that elegant face instantly became hideous, the calm eyes were filled with terrifying ripples, and the blood vessels buried under the skin were like earthworms moving under the skin, which made people shudder. Most of the time, vampires give the same feeling as a living person, with pale skin and stiff movements at best. How can a living corpse that can feed on blood be the same as when it was born? The true appearance of almost all the bloods is closer to that of a dried corpse, and their plump cheeks and bodies are only in a state of deformation supported by adjusting the internal structure of their bodies, just like transforming into wolves and bats, incarnating into humans is essentially a kind of metamorphosis.

Transfiguration is for camouflage, and when disguised, they have to put away their claws and fangs, so the Bloods in disguise cannot fully use their abilities, and when they want to use abilities or spells derived from the blood of the True Ancestors, they have to remove their disguise to reveal their true colors. At this time, Jung's state is to better understand the secrets of the insect corpse in the iron box, and unlike Atta's view and cheese's analysis, the insight of the blood clan is more inclined to feel the vitality of the target, which is their ability to evolve for predation, for the blood clan, whether a person's vitality is strong or not is the most distinctive indicator.

"Click!" the door behind the bar was pushed open, and the waitress of the Bloodwomen rushed out as soon as she sensed Jung's power, thinking that an enemy had invaded the place. Jung held out his hand to signal her to stand down, then took a few deep breaths, and gradually changed his form from his true appearance to what he was like as an elf, "This thing is enough to keep me from eating for a while." If I hadn't lost the ability to vomit, I'd have vomited all over the floor. Put it away quickly, and let me tell me what the hell is going on with this thing and what you want me to do. Wait, gag..."

The impact of the corpse may have been greater than Jung himself had expected, and even though the stomach and intestines in his abdominal cavity were no longer doing their original work, he still held on to the counter and retched. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he rubbed his lips and shook his head, "At least it reminds me of when I was alive." You know most of the Bloods don't like to remember the time when they still breathe, it's as vague and muddy to us as the time when a baby is in the amniotic fluid. It's terrible. ”

Cheese shrugged, he didn't explain that Jung's reaction might not have been all due to vomiting, and that looking directly, especially in an unconventional way of interpreting things related to evil gods, would mostly have some degree of side effects. But it's precisely this side effect that shows him how threatening this thing is, "Flesh Tower, Mother Shadow, Wet Soul, Mother Crypt, and so on, I need you to tell me where these gods are gathering in this city." This bug is the offspring of an evil god, very weak, but it does come from something beyond our imagination. We can't find it, we can't control it. But those who also believe in these beings will have a way. If you don't want this bug to thrive in the stream, you have to strangle it in the cradle. Poison, poison. ”