Yang Wei didn't feel a tingling sensation in his wrist, but he felt that his wrist was pricked by something, and he only heard a crisp sound of "pop" in his ears, and there was a gasp around him.

He opened his eyes in confusion, only to see that the mosquito mouthparts in front of him had been broken in two. He raised his arm, not to mention the wound on his wrist, not even a white mark.

The people around him involuntarily retreated, and in such a crowded place, a vacant space of more than ten meters appeared around Yang Wei's body. A voice trembled with horror and said, "This ...... This blasphemous man turned out to be ...... I even destroyed the artifact!"

Although it was exposed, Yang Wei's heart was not panicked now, but was full of surprises, because he finally knew that ordinary mosquitoes could not pose a threat to him at all!

At this moment, a deep voice full of majesty came from above the tall church behind the two large pools of blood, and everyone looked up to see an old man in a wide red robe walking out of the observation platform on the high part of the church after a thin and withered young man.

This majestic whisper came from the old man's mouth. The young man looked arrogant and didn't even look at the old man, and walked to the front of the observation deck.

At this time, the two people were seen emerging from the observation deck, and everyone below was half a cut short and knelt on the ground. Only Yang Wei stood still dumbfounded, he had not yet recovered from his ecstasy.

Until Yang Wei felt that something was wrong, the square, which was still unusually noisy just now, became audible in an instant. Yang Wei glanced around. Only then did I realize that there was no one standing in the square.

It wasn't until the young man walked to the front of the observation deck that Yang Wei reluctantly knelt down. How could he be willing? He didn't kneel when he saw the emperor in Mixing, he didn't kneel when he saw Warren, an absolute high-level person in the Soul Clan, and now, in the face of a mosquito clan that was much weaker than the Soul Clan, or a clansman who was definitely not of high status among the Mosquito Clan, he actually asked him to kneel!

It's now that Yang Wei knelt down. It is also extremely conspicuous, there is no one around him, and there is ...... And he even brought his own horse here.

This skinny young man was none other than one of the Mosquito Tribe's soldiers, and it was his turn to collect blood today, but before leaving. He got an order to want a person wanted in the human world, and the portrait scroll of that human being was in his spatial ring, there were more than ten of them, and one needed to be posted in every city.

He glanced at the human who was kneeling beside the horse with his head bowed in amazement, and then he saw the severed mouthparts in front of the human. Actually, this kind of mouthparts. There is a lot of mosquito stock, and it is all left behind after the death of the mosquito family.

It instantly dawned on him that he had broken a mouthpiece used to collect blood. That's why these humans stayed away from him, for fear of getting into trouble.

In a moment, I will forgive his sins and show God's generosity. Ah, how great I am!" he thought to himself in his heart. On the side, he took out a small purple-gold gourd and a small bright red gourd.

He first unplugged the purple gold gourd, and the mouth of the gourd was aimed at the blood pool with better blood quality offered by the young man below, and he didn't see him chanting spells or hand-drawn talismans like in fantasy novels, just pinching his fingers on the gourd.

Suddenly, a terrifying suction burst out from the gourd, the size of a circular swimming pool, full of blood. It turned into a pillar of blood and soared into the sky, threw itself into the mouth of the gourd, and disappeared. The strange thing was that even though Yang Wei was kneeling on the edge of the blood pool, he didn't feel any tearing force.

Looking at this miraculous scene, everyone's eyes showed the light of pious faith, and they put their hands together on their foreheads, and muttered something in their mouths.

After the mosquito tribe collected the pool of blood with poor blood quality into the bright red gourd, he stuffed the two gourds back into the spatial ring, took out a small cyan gourd, and pointed the mouth of the gourd at the empty pool of blood.

This time instead of sucking, it was spitting, and a stream of clear liquid rushed out of the gourd's mouth and poured into the pool of blood. Yang Wei only felt a pungent sour smell rushing into his nasal cavity, and quickly held his breath, wanting to plug his mouth and nose with something, it was too unpleasant!

He was stunned to find that everyone did not react as much as him, but breathed heavily, as if this strong sour smell was a tangy floral fragrance.

In the distance, an old man was breathing heavily, with tears in his eyes, and muttered, "It's been a year, it's been a year! At last, I smell the breath of God again! Let the light of God shine on us humble human beings!"

Yang Wei couldn't understand, this smell was a bit like sulfuric acid, was it really that good? But he didn't dare to plug his mouth and nose with anything anymore, now that he was conspicuous enough, he didn't want to make himself more conspicuous.

He could only hold his breath, and when he couldn't stand it anymore, he took another breath of unpleasant air. The fluid injected into the pool of blood is the mosquito's own body fluid, which is used to prevent the blood in the pool from clotting.

After the mosquito tribe injected a stream of anti-coagulant mosquito body fluid into both blood pools, he put away the small cyan gourd. More than half of his mission for this trip has been completed, and all that remains is to post portraits of wanted criminals.

He took out a five-meter-long scroll from his spatial ring, and motioned to the red-robed old man to hold the other end of the scroll, and the old man saluted the mosquito clan before holding the other end of the scroll tightly.

Both of them exert force at the same time to lower the scroll down from the observation deck. A big portrait was presented in front of everyone in the square, with a handsome face, neat hair that was not very long, and a white shirt, who is it not our Young Master Yang Wei or not!

The mosquito tribe said in a shrill voice: "This person is the exclusive blood slave of His Majesty the Creation God, in such a high position, he receives the grace of the Creation God every day, bathes in the light of the Creator God's brilliance, and does not think of repaying the favor, but escapes from the temple.

Whoever can provide information about this person's whereabouts will be rewarded heavily! The creator God is merciful, and the oracle says that he should not harm his life, and strive to make him change his ways, so that he can return to the arms of God. ”

Hearing the words of the mosquito clan, there was already a noise below, full of crusades against Yang Wei, and there were also some sour complaints, the call to kill Yang Wei was higher and higher, and they were eager to kill Yang Wei and replace Yang Wei's identity as an exclusive blood slave.