After the golden bat's crazy and desperate roar, it fainted again as if it had run out of energy.

Yang Ge was stunned for a few seconds, and his body gradually trembled...... Not because of fear, it was because he was laughing.

"Hehe... Hehehe... Ha ha... Hahaha......"

The laughter slowly changed from trembling restraint to hysterical presumptuousness, and hearty laughter echoed in the silent jungle, as if there were countless people laughing together.

With so much information combined, if he couldn't guess that this golden bat was Dracula's words, then he would be mentally retarded with an IQ of no more than 50!

Dracula!

It turned out to be Dracula!

It turned out to be Dracula!

The spokesperson of the vampires of the Age of Sunshine, a synthesis of blood and elegance, the founder of the great Dracula family, and a high-ranking vampire whose name has been passed down for centuries but is still alive and well!

Yang Ge is about to be smashed crazy by this pie that fell from the sky!

"Hahaha......" he laughed and smashed Dracula to the ground, picking up his katana and slashing it.

The knife fell, like a round sledgehammer falling on the tire, and the powerful shock bounced the katana high.

"Haha......" He didn't care, activated the holy power, wrapped the katana blade with the holy power, and then slashed.

A knife fell, still like a sledgehammer falling on a tire, and the katana bounced again.

"Hehehe......" The smile on Yang Ge's face was a little reluctant, he stood up, held the knife in both hands instead, took a deep breath, and used his mind to stimulate the holy power to the strongest state, and then bowed down, raised it high, and used all his strength to slash out an impeccable slash against the wind!

"Khooth. ”

A crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and Dracula's golden bat still didn't even rub off a piece of the oily skin, and the knife broke.

"Hehe......"

The smile on Yang Ge's face finally turned into a bitter smile, and the eagerness in his heart suddenly became cold.

Can't break the ......

That's embarrassing.

......

Afternoon, 5:00.

"What should I do now?"

Yang Ge crouched in the makeshift camp of the empty Hand of Dawn Demon Hunters, and in a worried way, he flipped the broken knife on the bonfire, and Dracula's avatar was tied to the broken knife with a wire by him, and burned for half an hour, the wire was almost burned, and Dracula's avatar still didn't scorch a single hair.

At noon, after discovering that he couldn't break through Dracula's defenses, he decisively carried Dracula, who had fainted, and turned back to Dracula Castle, wanting to hand Dracula over to Andrew.

He believed that since Andrew was able to beat Dracula to the ground, he must have a way to kill Dracula completely.

As a result, it was empty, and the Hand of Dawn Demon Hunters who were cleaning the battlefield in the castle had all been evacuated, looking at the traces, and the time when he left the castle should be a matter of his feet.

Then he went straight to the place without stopping, and the makeshift camp that had once been filled with tents had become an open field.

He had the heart to catch up, but if he thought about it carefully, the Hand of Dawn Demon Hunter had Andrew's laboratory as a means of transport, and a few cars could quickly evacuate, and most of the time was enough for them to walk one or two hundred kilometers, how could he catch up with him on two legs?

And from here to the Los Angeles camp, it is more than 600 kilometers, and it is still a dangerous area demarcated by the Demon Hunter Union, and the Hand of Dawn can run rampant in those dangerous areas, he is just a first-level little demon hunter, and if he dares to pretend to be forced, he will definitely die without even bones left, even if he has close to second-level combat power, even if he has the assistance of Laifu, a third-level ghoul servant...... He knows that he still has it.

But the key is, what should he do with Dracula now? He can't let him go? In Andrew's words, the level of strength has reached the level of Dracula, even if he hits the street badly, he can still recover his full strength after surviving for two or three hundred years!

Yang Ge stroked his hair with a headache and meditated for an hour or two, but he didn't find any good way.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Janggo stood up and pulled out Dracula's saber and slashed at Dracula.

"Damn, it's impossible to release you, it's a big deal, Lao Tzu took you back and imprisoned you, and when Lao Tzu's level goes up, there is always a way to kill you completely!"

He really didn't have a trick with this invulnerable Dracula incarnation......

After the sullen feeling in his heart was over, Yang Ge turned his head and thought that this was really a solution.

According to the theory of conservation of energy, energy cannot be born out of thin air, and Dracula has reached this step, and if he wants to restore his strength in his heyday, he must need a lot of blood, and it must be the blood of a strong man with high energy content!

He took it back and casually found a sealed bulletproof glass jar to lock it up, even if it couldn't starve it and suffocate him, it would have no way to regain a little bit of strength!

When he gets up the Demon Hunter level, he can always find a way to kill it completely......

Moreover, the whereabouts of old Connor are still on it.

......

Three days later, at 10:00 a.m.

Jango drove a large, rusty, almost falling apart truck, puffing black smoke all the way to the south gate of the San Francisco camp.

He parked the car in front of the gate, jumped out of the car with his hands raised, unarmed himself as usual and threw it to the ground, and in a few moments Sam, a black boy, came up and threw a silver dagger and a bottle of holy water with a blank face.

Yang Ge slapped him on the shoulder, bent down to pick up the dagger and holy water, first rolled up his sleeve and stabbed his arm, and after throwing bright red blood at him, he unscrewed the holy water and poured half a bottle in front of Sam.

"Ah...... It's still a familiar recipe, it's still a familiar taste!"

After confirming that Yang Ge had not undergone any changes in his body after drinking half of the bottle of holy water, the expression on Sam's face suddenly became vivid, and he walked over with a bottle of cold beer.

"Hey, Arnold, where have you been this time? Why didn't you come back with William in a vintage car older than me. ”

Yang Ge blew a bottle of cold beer in one breath, feeling that every pore of his body was bubbling out with comfort, "Don't underestimate this classic car, in our Chinese dialect, 'your uncle is still your uncle after all', where I went, hundreds of sports cars and off-road vehicles have been completely scrapped, just this one can be repaired a little, and it can still be driven!"

Sam also smiled, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, "Muscle cars in the nineties don't have so many complicated circuits, pure mechanics are more solid......"

Speaking of this, he gently pressed the wireless headset in the ear hole, looked at Yang Ge with some embarrassment, and said hesitantly: "Arnold, can you open the carriage and let me check it." ”

Yang Ge frowned, glanced inside the gate, and felt that something was wrong.

At this time before, those bastards with guns on the steel wall of the gate should have come out to chat with him a long time ago, but now none of them have come out, and usually when the witcher returns from demon hunting, he only needs to check whether the witcher himself has been transformed by the vampire, and whether it is disguised by a shapeshifter, and never checks the car.

"What's wrong?" he asked Sam in a strange whisper, "has anything happened to the camp in the ten days I've been gone?"

Sam smiled at Yang Ge with some embarrassment, "There are some changes in the camp, you will know when you go in...... Open the carriage, Arnold, I'll go to your house tonight and make amends to you. ”

Yang Ge frowned, and he had the intention to refuse, but he and William had a good personal relationship with Sam, and Sam was only carrying out the orders of the gate guard, and he didn't want to embarrass Sam.

"Only this time, next time who dares to propose to inspect my carriage, don't blame me for ignoring my friendship and blasting his ****!"

After saying that, he raised a middle finger high in the direction of the gate, and then led Sam to the back of the carriage and said softly, "You take a few steps back, don't be scared!"

Sam sighed disapprovingly, "You guy, although I didn't pass the reserve witcher exam with you, you can't doubt my courage!"

"Really?" Yang Ge opened the carriage with a wicked smile, and the next moment, the hideous Laifu jumped up, and "Ula" pounced on Yang Ge with a volley...... Of course, Jango and Sam standing together can also be seen as pounced on Sam!

"Mommy......"

Sam sat on the ground in fright, screaming in terror.

Yang Ge calmly stretched out his hand to stop Laifu from trying to rush up and lick his tongue to show that he hadn't seen him for a long time, he missed Yang Ge's affection very much, and then said softly: "Squat down, don't move!"

Lai Fu squatted in front of Yang Ge very obediently, took the initiative to put his head in front of Yang Ge and let him touch it, and then turned his head to look at Sam...... There is no murderous intent, and there is no murderous, bloody glance, but it makes Sam's bladder tight, and the urine is uncontrollable "biu, biu, biu......"

He was scared to pee, not an exaggeration.

For the eyes of Rifle were full of hunger and thirst, the hunger of the beast for food.

PS: Oh ho, gout has sprung up again, my feet are swollen into pig's trotters again, and I finish this chapter while lying on the bed, brothers give me some recommendation votes to comfort me (cover your face and cry)