Jiang Qin put down his phone and asked Asia, "Asia, have you ordered the newspaper for the past few days?" ”

This werewolf learned to shop online and was very keen to take Jiang Qin's money to buy all kinds of things back, including the border daily newspaper that had been fooled into subscribing for three years.

"Ah, it's all here." Asia placed a stack of newspapers on the table that she would never open, the contents of the last five days.

Jiang Qin didn't want to read the newspaper, but he suddenly realized a place that he had overlooked.

The big explosion that night on the street in the Black Church didn't seem to be mentioned by anyone, on TV, on mobile phones, and everyone around seemed to ignore him.

He flipped through all the newspapers after that day, and there was no information about the explosion, as if it had been deliberately hidden?

The only useful piece of information is that at night passers-by found the manager of a pizza shop who had a heart attack and called the ambulance emergency number, receiving thanks from his family and some money.

Attached to the message was a photograph of the neighborhood intact, without the slightest trace of the bombing, and the broken wooden doors of the Black Church, which had been tightly closed during the day.

There were no street lights, no black bishops, no blood stained streets.

They all seem to have evaporated, or they can't be surveyed by human technology.

All mystical and metaphysical phenomena seem to be relegated by a strange force to a reasonable situation that can be understood by ordinary people.

Ahia rolled over, rubbed to his side and glanced at the photos in the newspaper, and said with some disgust: "Why is this street so dirty, and no one cares about this old man being hung on the street lamp, has mankind returned to the period of the Great Revolution?" Or are you caught up in the inquisition? ”

"Can you see that?" Jiang Qin asked in surprise.

"Of course, aren't they all in the photos?" Asia said strangely.

Jiang Qin looked carefully at the photos in the newspaper again, and finally admitted that there might be a difference between his eyes and the werewolf's eyes.

He looked at Ahia, hesitated at first, and then said apologetically, "Why don't I try to get you to wipe your blood into your eye sockets?" It seems that someone's grandmother said that dogs ...... Werewolves can always see things that humans can't? ”

"Don't." Asia was wary of kicking her legs back on the couch, wary. Since ancient times, only blood clans and werewolves have drunk human blood, and there has never been an anti-guest statement.

"Obedient." Jiang Qin also climbed on the sofa and approached Ashya little by little, "Just one bite, I don't even have a tiger tooth, and I won't poke a hole that is too big." ”

Asia had shrunk into the corner of the couch, her wolf ears and wolf tail were suffocating in response, and the fur on her big tail had exploded, standing defensively in front of her. The ears are also completely ridged, like the alertness of a wolf pack when it catches the sound of its prey.

"Don't you know that a blunt knife hurts more when you cut meat?" She hugged her tail sticking out from between her legs, blocked her face, and opened her lips slightly, revealing the four sharp tiger teeth inside, "Come over again, don't blame me for biting you." ”

"Do you cut meat with a blunt knife?" Jiang Qin thought about it, this is indeed the truth, a blunt weapon will only cause a large area of blunt damage or knock people to death through the flesh, but it often will not cut a single cut. So he happily pulled out the snake and dangled it in front of Achia's eyes, "This thing is sharp enough, come on!" ”

Ashya looked at Jiang Qin like a ghost, and she suddenly said, "Didn't I exchange blood for you, what you have in your body is my blood, why don't you use your own." ”

"Whoever is idle has nothing to do to make a hole for himself." That being said, Jiang Qin also extinguished the idea of bleeding Asia.

He himself is half an outlier, and he can't see the content on the photo, which means that it is not because of race.

Seeing that he had put down the knife, Ahia rubbed it up affectionately again, and asked, "Could it be that the picture you see is very normal?" ”

"Well, clean streets, no street lights, and no hanged people. I thought it was because of race, but now it doesn't seem to be. ”

"Maybe it's because of race." Asia said suddenly, she stretched out her sharp nails, lightly cut Jiang Qin's fingertips, and the dripping blood smeared the pictures in the newspaper, and suddenly, some shackles seemed to be broken, like a gate that was blocked layer by layer, the chains were gone, the lock cylinder turned, and something that should not have been seen by him was rediscovered.

The rather ordinary scenery in the picture is slowly smeared with blood, and a mysterious and strange aura suddenly appears.

The picture no longer has its original bright luster, the background is dyed a dark red with a fishy smell, and in front of the desolate and decayed black church, a street lamp with a red sheen flickering on and off stands abruptly, with two hanged humans on it.

One was the owner of a pizza shop, his tongue seemed to be stretched long, drooping at the edge of his mouth, his eyes rolled and he looked out of breath.

The other old man in a black burqa still had black disgusting slime on his chest, and the rope was wrapped around his neck, almost splitting him in two.

He couldn't see clearly behind him, there was a pair of black wings, and in his withered and fleshless face, his eyes seemed to have been pecked by crows, but Jiang Qin still felt that he was looking at him.

Suddenly, the picture moved, the black bishop's mouth opened and closed slightly, and Jiang Qin heard his prayer-like voice: "Believe in the Lord of the Black Court, child, the Lord will send you firewood, rice, oil, salt, and a cage of eggs!" ”

Belch.

What was originally a very weird picture suddenly became witty and strange.

The blackchapel was gone in an instant.

Jiang Qin grinned and threw away the newspaper.

"Asia, why is this happening?" His own blood, that is, the blood of Ahia, can dispel the illusion that is deliberately hidden in the newspaper.

"I'm out of luck, I'm afraid I'm not going to meet a savior." Ashya seemed to think of some bad memories, and hugged Jiang Qin's arm tightly, the wolf erected, the wolf's tail was high, and it seemed to be guarding against the enemy in the shadows, "After the first year, there will be a savior for mankind every hundred years, as annoying as cockroaches and flies!" ”

"What exactly is a savior? Saving humanity? Jiang Qin thought of the cultists in the Third Sanctuary who were densely packed and hung by You An in the dome, and his face was distorted and resentful.

It was a hellish scene that he didn't want to remember now. Although he is not religious, he will not have much resistance to the Ann Fen followers, at least recognize them as human beings.

If the savior wants to save humanity, then he should not care about the blood sacrifice of so many human beings.

"A group of cockroaches that are difficult to die for, they have a destiny in them, and they will not die until they complete a certain mission. Of course, their mission is often to save humanity, and indeed it is the savior of humanity. "There are quite a few saviors, hoping that they won't die, deliberately burrowing into Night City, running to some werewolves or blood elders to sing and dance, so that they can't sleep and then die alive, like a piece of kraft candy." ”

"Sounds really bad. But now that I've been exchanged for blood by you, am I still human? Will he be judged as an outlier? ”

"You've just become a member of the Gurros family, and Gulos is a family, not a race. Even if you are exchanged for blood, your hematopoietic cells will only produce the blood of Gulloth, and it cannot be denied that you are a real human. "Race, the moment you are born, is a brand that you can never change. There is no possibility of conversion. ”

Jiang Qin nodded, anyway, he is still a human being, as for the bloodline, as an orphan, being adopted by his adoptive mother without any relatives will not make him feel entangled.

"You know the pizza guy just now? He seems to be the savior of this century. ”

"Huh?" Asia jumped down from the couch and almost summoned the red moon, but was only interrupted by Jiang Qin's scabbard hitting her head.

The sky that was about to be dark just now suddenly turned red.

"And he also sacrificed blood to all the members of the Third Holy Sanctuary of the White Church, it stands to reason that the White Church should be on the side of mankind."

Jiang Qin said uncertainly. According to many occult theories and stories, the Church is usually sheltering humanity and purging the alien.

That only shows that this savior is a pure human bloodist, and a human being who does not accept the imprint of the soul requires a pure bloodline and no faith. There's a good chance he's going to see you as an enemy now. Asia fell to her knees on the couch and said apologetically, "Why don't we run away, it's not fun to be targeted by the savior." ”

"It doesn't matter, no matter what race I am, I have an incompatible relationship with him, and I can't escape."

Jiang Qin pinched Achia's big tail that swayed high and admitted his mistake, and said slowly.