Yang Ge slept for a while.

It was the most restful sleep he'd had since the last demon hunter returned to camp, with no burden, no stress, no nightmares......

So much so that when he woke up, he was still a little confused when he saw the blood bag hanging on his head, and he thought to himself, "Why am I having a blood transfusion? Am I hurt?"

"You're awake......"

Yang Ge turned his head in a daze, and found an old man sitting beside him, a kind old man wearing a wide gray robe like that of the battle wizard Gandalf, with long flaxen hair meticulously combed behind his head, and an old face.

With a huge parchment book in his right hand and a walnut pipe in his left, he sat quietly in a rocking chair and looked at himself with a smile on his face.

At first glance, Yang Ge felt very, very familiar with this quiet and kind old man, and he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "You are...... Andrew's Godfather?"

The gray-robed old man bowed his head kindly, "Long time no see, little Arnold!"

He got up from the bed all of a sudden, opened his hands and hugged the kind old man deeply, "You saved me?"

Andrew smiled and pressed him back to the bed, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, don't move!"

Yang Ge found that he was almost mummified by gauze, tried to move, and found that except for some weakness in his limbs, he did not feel any pain, but he remembered that his left shoulder was torn off a large piece of flesh by the werewolf, and his chest was also scratched by the werewolf, and now he did not feel any pain in either his left shoulder or his chest.

He vaguely glanced at the blood vessels linked to his wrist, and Johnson was right, in addition to the speed of a vampire, he also had the powerful vitality of a vampire, as long as there was blood, no matter how serious the injury was, it could heal quickly.

"I haven't seen you in years, how are you now?"

He greeted Andrew cordially, while instinctively observing his surroundings, and then he realized that he was in a very extravagant marching tent.

Yes, luxury!

Warm goose feather Simmons' mahogany bed, ornate crystal chandeliers, thick handmade wool rugs, delicate alcoholic coffee pots, abstract figure paintings......

All the furniture in this tent would not be surprising if it appeared in a gorgeous villa, and Yang Ge would even complain in his heart that the owners of these family furnishings were tasteless.

But the point is, all of this is in a marching tent, and the California mahogany seen through the gap in the tent curtain can confirm that this is still Montara Mountain.

So the question is, how can a demon hunter have such a luxurious tent in the process of demon hunting? This is not a camping, to carry so many useless furniture and furnishings, it takes not a little manpower and material resources, in the past, old Connor and old Johnson went out to hunt demons in groups, except for weapons and ammunition, they only carried the most basic survival materials.

Andrew noticed that Yang Ge was secretly observing the furnishings in the tent, and did not break it, he picked up his pipe and took a "click" puff, and the smoke with a timeless fragrance spread in the tent, enveloping Andrew's old face, like a dream, like a statue of a god...... Out of reach.

Yang Ge didn't know why he felt "out of reach", and after the initial surprise and kindness passed, he felt an invisible pressure...... It's a lot like the kind of pressure he faced with his teachers when he was in elementary school.

"Why are you here? What about the black blind man, how could he allow you, a low-level witcher, to participate in such a high-level hunt?"

When Yang Ge heard this, he was stunned and asked, "Isn't my father with you?"

The gray-robed old man, whose full name is Andrew Davis, was the best demon hunting partner with Connor Sr. in the Sunshine Age, and it was he and Connor Sr. who teamed up to rescue him from the Vampire Lair of the Dracula family, and he almost became Jango's caregiver...... If he had passed the rigorous family survey, he would not have really called him father instead of godfather.

Speaking of which, Yang Ge didn't know that Old Connor and Andrew, who had been partnering with demon hunters since the Sunshine Era, stopped hunting demons together after a large number of dark creatures appeared, he just vaguely knew that Andrew and Old Connor seemed to have fallen out over something, what it was, he didn't know, and Old Connor didn't allow him to ask, and later he wasn't even allowed to mention Andrew.

But Yang Ge is still full of gratitude to Andrew, after all, it was he and Connor Sr. who saved him back then, and it was he who took pity on his relatives who were homeless in Huaxia and offered to adopt him.

Yang Ge's rhetorical question stunned Andrew for a moment, and then shook his head regretfully: "My child, I don't know why you think I'm with the black blind man, but in fact, the last time I saw the black blind man was 6 years ago. ”

Yang Ge's heart sank suddenly, and he remembered that he had just overheard the werewolves saying that there were other witchers in the forest, so he wishfully speculated that old Connor was also in the forest.

He pulled out the blood vessel on his wrist and grabbed the windbreaker and firearm at the head of the bed, "Godfather, please forgive me for not being able to catch up with you now, my father is likely to fall into the hands of Count Dracula, I must go and save him!"

Andrew looked at him and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity, my child, as far as I know, the black blind man is not in Dracula's hands, and with your current strength, you can't sneak into Dracula's Castle, even if you have half vampire blood. ”

Yang Ge's hand stiffened when he touched the AA-12 automatic shotgun, and he looked up at Andrew with difficulty, "You know everything?"

Andrew smiled and patted the back of Jango's hand with his left hand, motioning for him to sit down, "When my companion found you, you were lying on top of a werewolf sucking blood, well, if you hadn't sucked the werewolf baron's blood, maybe I would have lost you forever." ”

Yang Ge swallowed with difficulty, "Then you, no, your companion, why didn't you kill me?"

"Why did they want to kill you?" Andrew's eyes suddenly became a little playful, he slowly smoked his pipe, and said very slowly, "They found you, you are fighting the dark creatures, and you have single-handedly killed a dozen werewolves and vampires......"

Yang Ge felt that this reason could not be explained, "There will also be battles between dark creatures!"

Andrew looked at him with a helpless expression, as if he was looking at a naughty child, "My child, you don't need to worry about the power you have, as long as you still have humanity, you are a pure human being, as long as you are still fighting dark creatures, you are a demon hunter worthy of the respect of the world......"

Yang Ge was silent, he didn't agree with this theory, people are people, people don't suck the blood of their own kind, and he, will!

Every time he sucked blood, his hatred for the vampire blood in his body deepened, and he couldn't see any hope of becoming a human again, so he just wanted to die a bang, at least he could retain half of his identity as a human being, and die with the glory of a witcher!

In fact, from the moment he decided to challenge the Dracula family, he never thought about returning alive, and no matter how much he prepared, it was only to kill more vampires and werewolves.

Johnson Sr. knows this, and so does William.

Andrew seemed to see through his thoughts, and suddenly asked, "Did you come here to kill yourself?"

Yang Ge remained silent.

Silence means acquiescence.

Andrew shook his head and sighed lightly, "Does the black blind know that you have been converted?"

Yang Ge nodded, "He knows." ”

Andrew smiled, and he gently stroked the top of Jango's head, "Then why didn't he kill you?"

Yang Ge thought for a moment and nodded: "Because he is a great father!"

Andrew smiled and gently closed the huge parchment, and Yang Ge saw that his right hand turned out to be a long-haired paw...... Much like a werewolf's claws.

Yang Ge suddenly stood up from the bed in horror, and instinctively wanted to pull out the gun.

Andrew seemed to anticipate Jango's reaction, and patted his arm very calmly, "Don't be nervous my child, this is not a werewolf's claw." ”

Yang Ge reacted, some embarrassed, and some vigilant, "You are ......"

Andrew raised his gray paws and said lightly, "This is the hand of Anubis!"

"Anubis?" Yang Ge felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and after trying to recall it for a while, he suddenly lost his voice in horror: "Egyptian Death?"

Andrew nodded, "Good homework, and know Anubis." ”

Yang Ge looked at Andrew, who was still kind, and infinite fear suddenly rose in his heart, "Your hand...... Your hand ......"

Andrew gently patted the back of Yange's hand with his gray wolf claws, and a strange magic soothed Yango's emotions, "Don't be surprised, this is my power, the power I plundered from Anubis." ”

Under the soothing of the strange magic, Yang Ge quickly calmed down, and he suddenly remembered that Dwayne Johnson had mentioned that in Los Angeles camp, there was a team of witchers who hunted and killed an evil god clone, and transferred some of the limbs of the evil god to his body, and one of the witchers, with the right hand of the god, successfully hunted a count-level silver werewolf and promoted to the fourth level of the witcher.

It turns out that which fourth-level witcher in old Johnson's mouth is Andrew?

No wonder, no wonder he can still have such extravagant pomp when he goes out to hunt demons, the fourth-level demon hunter is almost already the top powerhouse of the Eight Dawn Camps, such a strong person, what kind of pomp and circumstance he has.

It's just that hunting and dismembering an evil god's clone, and then cutting off his own hand to connect the evil god's hand, how ruthless and desperate can this be?

Yang Ge's heart couldn't stop trembling!

As if he didn't see the fear in Jango's eyes, Andrew got up and took out a bottle of Louis XIII from the drawer, poured a glass for Jango, then sat back in the rocking chair, smoked his pipe kindly, and said slowly: "Your father, Connor Scott, is an upright man, a big-hearted witcher...... He probably didn't mention it to you, I used to be his prey......"

Yang Ge chewed the peony and drank the brandy in the cup in one gulp, and the complex and layered fruity aroma mixed with the rich floral fragrance slowly bloomed in the mouth, finally calming Yang Ge a little.

"Hehe, I'm not as lucky as your Scott family, I have a family heritage of Templars, I only need continuous training, I can have great power, I used to be a curtain digger, you know? ”

Seventeen years ago, I was chased by other witchers, wandered to the vicinity of San Francisco, and was tracked down by your father, hehe, the black blind man at that time, the strength of the entire West Coast witchers, can be ranked in the top five, much stronger than me, the flesh knight I worked so hard to make, that guy split the fight with two knives, and mocked me for saying "no one can fight", I was desperate, very, very desperate, I think this time I am dead...... Do you know why he didn't kill me and became my partner?"

Andrew spoke slowly, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression.

Yang Ge thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Da Da ......" Andrew knocked his pipe on the rocking chair, and a very happy smile appeared on his old face, "Because I told him that the corpses I did the experiment were all dug up from the grave, and I had never killed anyone before, and I would not kill anyone in the future, and then the big bear said that as long as I didn't kill anyone, I wasn't a dark creature, even if what I had was the power of death." ”