With a satisfied smile on his face, the pale boy slid peculiarly through the window.

Under Dean's observation, he was like stepping on an invisible cloud flying half a meter above the ground, walking softly.

The sharp claws fell on the shoulders of Momir Dane, who was kneeling beside the bed, and the boy fell to the ground with him, smiling and asking,

"Have you taken care of the hospital?"

"Rest assured, Lord Emissary, it is as smooth as ever, without causing any uneasiness or suspicion," Momir looked up at his face in front of him, "and everyone began to accept their fate calmly, sleeping with the town that was about to disappear, and being freed from the abyss of pain and numbness. ”

"Did there be any unfamiliar faces in the hospital asking questions about the deceased?"

"I didn't find out."

"Well done."

The boy's white and flawless bare feet lightly touched the floor, and his body fell to the bed as lightly as a feather, and he lifted Erlang's legs and picked up the photo album on the bed casually.

"Pick the next sacrifices, this time we can speed up the pace a little and pick two at a time."

Momir's back trembled, every wrinkle on his face tensed, and he asked cautiously, "Honorable messenger, before I take the liberty of asking a question." ”

"Say."

"Shouldn't my old friend Duane André leave peacefully in his sleep? Why did you fall on the back of your head and die unexpectedly? ”

Despite Momir's best efforts to make himself appear humble, the question caused the boy's curved mouth to grin behind the base of his ear, revealing pale gums and sharp teeth glinting.

"Are you questioning my lord's arrangement?"

Momir hung his head and shivered, like an old goat bathed in a blizzard, "Calm your anger, messenger, this is just a confused and humble believer begging the great god for answers." ”

Ten seconds of torment.

"Then I give you the answer on behalf of my lord, Andrei is a foolish priest who is so ignorant that he carries an ugly cross in his sleep when he sleeps." The boy said in an old-fashioned manner, as if a careful-eyed old man lived in his young body, and his voice was undisguised with disgust, "And our lord hates the cross and the disgusting false god standing behind it. ”

"It is a great mercy to restore André to peace, but his foolish faith must be punished, and he cannot leave in his sleep in peace..."

Momir took a deep breath and suppressed his restless mood, "So will Andrei finally be able to get rid of the pain?" ”

"Of course, our Lord gives everyone a chance to make amends, and even fools who are foolish and loyal to false gods will receive grace."

Momir asked expectantly and nervously, "Then can I be at peace in the future?" ”

"More than calm. Our Lord has opened his arms to you, and you are entitled to receive special alms. The boy reached out and stroked the sparse pale hair on the top of the old man's head, as gently and forcefully as a father caressing his son, and the popsicle-like hand immediately slid down the top of his head over the old man's cheek, and the sharp nails reached the arteries and veins in his neck, feeling what little life force was left in it, "When this operation is over, you will join us in spreading mercy, radiance, and serenity to this world, so that all who are struggling in the mire of pain will be liberated by the light of the Lord." ”

"Now, pick," the boy tossed the album to the old man, "two." ”

Momir closed his eyes and whispered prayer as he reached out and pointed out a resolute-looking man, a woman with long brown hair holding a notebook, and wrote down their home address.

Farek Santa Cruz, Mio Marx... Two old fellows who have been tormented by loneliness for years.

I'll send you to heaven.

Momir's heart was filled with warm emotion and happiness, so much so that tears welled up in his eyes.

……

The boy put away the photo and smiled innocently,

"Get a good night's sleep and we'll take care of the rest."

This was like a hypnosis, and Momir immediately yawned sleepily, and just lay down on the bed undressed, and snored.

And the boy's black eyes shot a bloodthirsty red light, and his pale tongue licked his crimson lips, like a nocturnal animal about to start hunting, flew out of the window, and flew at high speed in the cold night wind to the dead town of Ganano, which was not far away.

But halfway through the flight, passing by a low hillside with sparse vegetation, the boy suddenly stopped, his small body suspended ten meters above the ground, turned around and looked around, his crimson eyes tried his best to catch something in the night, and at the same time the slightly upturned nose shook like a dog, and his temples beat visibly,

"Who! Who's there?! ”

A shadow flashed through the darkness, darker than night, faster than moonlight.

The smell that unintentionally came out of the air was more mellow and delicious than the thousands of people he had seen in his long life.

So much so that an irrepressible impulse grew in his heart.

"I command you to stand up, and He commands you to stand up!" He stood proudly in the air, shouting with a melody in a high-pitched voice, his handsome face dignified and sacred, and he turned around quickly like a spinning top, "Kneel on the ground!" Receive grace! ”

A voice that exudes unknown magic pierces the cold night.

In the bright moonlight, two men walked out from behind a maple tree in the distance.

A Mexican, a Caucasian, an unfamiliar face, does not belong to the vitality and vigor of the decaying town of Ganano, and hides danger.

"Can you spot me, crisis intuition?"

One of the men muttered, and then began to approach at great speed, and with each step, his body teleported a hundred meters in a terrifying way, and in the blink of an eye he was about to catch up with the boy.

Can't escape!

The boy had a terrible instinct in his heart, and he couldn't help but stretch out his paws and let out a terrifying scream, and his body hanging in mid-air flew down like a bat.

A series of cloak-like afterimages from behind him fell on the Mexican, his head tilted to the side, his mouth grinning exaggeratedly to the base of his ears, and he bit the man's neck.

There was a crunch click.

As if biting a hard diamond carving, the boy's two canine teeth flew away, revealing a bloody mouth, accompanied by a scream of extreme despair.

Then a suffocating force struck.

The Mexican man casually stretched out his right hand, like the hand of God, containing an inviolable law, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him into the air.

The boy writhed in horror like a pet cat that had been clutched, crackling and swinging like a whip of his claws and feet, tearing at the man's body, his bloody mouth biting at his neck, but only a pop of hay grazing the ground.

No harm at all.

"Can't you take me to the master, do you have to call me out?"

The Mexican, that is, Dean, examined the boy's face, about 3 levels of intensity, and the fear made it twist and deform, the black blood vessels curled under the skin like earthworms, the eyes bulged and sparked with a demagogic light, the lips and chin were full of blood, glowing with a deadly beauty in the moonlight, and the mouth exhaled a strange fragrance that was reminiscent of death, of the carnations that funeral guests gave to the deceased.

Dean's pupils dilated, and his head dizzy, but for a moment, all kinds of negative symptoms were exempted by his powerful life energy and will.

Seeing this, the boy yelled hysterically, and his fierce eyes seemed to kill him ten times.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Let go of me!"

"Otherwise, you will be judged by our lord!"

"Sickness and pain destroy you!"

"I order you to let go! On your knees! ”

Dean shook his hand, and the boy immediately seemed to be wrapped in a circle of invisible transparent glue, his legs straightened, and his hands were raised horizontally from side to side, forming a standard humanoid cross, dripping and spinning in mid-air.

A drop of blood flew out of his body and into Dean's mouth.

Under the effect of licking memory, the next picture began to flow at high speed.

"Fack! The murderer was actually a little boy? At this time, Sean ran to Dean's side, licked his chapped lips, looked at the boy's angelic beautiful face, swirling eyes, unconsciously moved his nose, a wonderful smell drilled into his nose, straight to the heavenly spirit Gai'er, suddenly drained his physical strength and spirit, his knees weakened, his body shook,

"Hold your breath and try not to make eye contact with his." Dean grabbed his companion and crossed a wave of life energy, "His hypnotic and seductive abilities are good, and if you are not careful, you will be hit." ”

Sean shook his head violently, his eyes regained clarity and fear, and he stepped back ten meters.

Dean returned his gaze to the boy making the human cross, grinning, revealing a mouthful of tough white teeth,

"If you want to live well, then honestly cooperate with me to answer questions. Otherwise, I will hang you in the sun and bask in the sun for ten days. Your master, the gods can't save you, and you nod your head when you understand? ”

The voice was filled with an unfathomable majesty and power, and he couldn't help but retract the fierce gaze in his eyes that was about to kill the other party ten times, lowered his head and nodded.

Dean interrogated like a prisoner,

"What's your name? What species, vampires? ”

"Mara Finch," the boy laughed to himself as he felt his head lifted, "I need a little blood every once in a while to satisfy my hunger, maybe a vampire as you call it, but I have a heartbeat, a pulse, a body temperature, and I'm not a legendary corpse-like monster." ”

Not far away, Sean's eyes flashed with surprise, as if he saw a character from the movie, "No wonder you can make people anemic and die in their sleep at night... You sneak into the old people's bedrooms, bite your neck to suck the blood, and sneak away? ”

"Suck the blood dry? I don't have such rude and vulgar habits. Marat smiled disdainfully and licked his crimson lips, "I don't need so much blood without nutrients, I just need some essence heme and I don't have to bite my neck, I prefer to suck heme with a wound with my fingernails." ”

"So wounds?" Sean asked, "Why aren't there any wounds on the body?" ”

Mara spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and teased Sean in a sweet voice, "My saliva has the effect of stopping bleeding and healing wounds quickly, do you want to try it?" ”

"Get out! I'm not a pedophile! Sean bared his teeth and let out a low growl, and fine scales drilled out of his face,

Marat had a victorious smile on his face, "Turns out you're a monster too." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Dean snapped the little vampire off, "You've taken the heme of the townspeople, and where are you going to get their souls?" ”

The question made Marat's face sink and his eyes showed a hint of struggle, and then he felt the force restraining his body increase, and his bones began to rattle and were about to be squashed,

"Blood is also the carrier of the soul, and when we suck the essence of blood, we can also suck the soul of human beings."

Dean nodded, and now all the clues he had found before were pieced together.

The progress of the event also jumped to 60 percent.

And Sean's eyes shot a cold light of anger, "Why did you do this?" Isn't it fun to kill so many lonely old people and destroy their souls? ”

"You're asking the wrong person," Marat shook his head, "it's not that I'm going to kill, it's the humans who are on their knees begging me to help them get free, and Momir Dane, the coroner of the town of Garano, strongly asks me to calm his old friend, and I graciously accede to his request." ”

"How is this possible!" Sean asked, puzzled, "Why did Momir kill his best friend?" ”

Mara turned his head to look at the town of Ganano behind him, which was deserted like a ruin in the night, "Most of these old people have no family, or are neglected and ignored by their relatives... Their beloved hometown is also declining, and at an astonishing rate, just five years ago there were more than 1,300 people in the town, now there are less than 600 left, how many years will it be completely gone? Their hearts are tormented by this, and every minute and second is spent in painful memories. ”

"If you've ever been to a nursing home, you'll know it's hell."

"And ghost towns like Ganano are 'better' than nursing homes."

"So I am perfecting them," said Ma Lu, his tone firm, his pale face glowing, as if he were engaged in a great and sacred cause, "rather than fall in agony in a few years from illness or unexpected loneliness, and suffer before death, it is better to embrace eternity in your sleep now." ”

"Vampires, how many more townsfolk do you have to kill before you stop?" Sean asked,

"Kill until the rest of the people take the initiative to leave, and kill until the land regains peace."

"What kind of fallacy is this?" Dean refuted him, "Everyone's life should be decided by themselves, not by you and Momir Dane, not to mention that you have taken their souls and killed their hope for their next life." No matter how much you quibble, you can't hide the truth, what is your real purpose? ”

"The real purpose?" Mara shook his head expressionlessly, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"Do you want to hide it?" Dean uttered a name, "What is the Lord of the Flies that you and Momir mentioned?" Are these deaths in the town of Ganano a sacrifice to Him? ”

The air suddenly fell silent.

Even the darkness succumbed to dead silence.

Marat's pupils contracted, and his expression stiffened, "Each species has a unique belief, and the belief of our vampires is that of the Lord of the Flies, every time we suck, hunt, and kill, we will sacrifice to the Lord of the Flies, and that's it." ”

"Wait, man, where have I heard the term Lord of the Flies," Sean said, looking at Dean, "that represents the unclean Beelzebub, described by various legends as a symbol of the mighty fallen angel, or the Lord of Disease, or the sin of gluttony?" ”

A symbol of the sin of gluttony?

Dean's eyelids jumped, and it was these sinful words again.

The jealous Leviathan, Paphth, the arrogant way of Sepha, the gluttonous Beezzebub.

It was as if a hand of fate had pushed them in front of them.

In the next second, Dean took a step closer to the boy.

"So, you vampires are the dependents of the Lord of the Flies, and follow His orders to kill?"

The boy stiffened and did not dare to move, and a terrible killing intent captured him, as if the end of the world was about to fall on his head, and he bared his fangs anxiously, and said with a fierce expression,

"Don't push me, don't ask too much. Outsiders, the affairs of this town have nothing to do with you, you shouldn't care, if you have to interfere, you will be devoured! ”

Dean just smiled calmly and stared at him without blinking.

"I can smell it in my blood, you are so powerful, you have killed so many terrifying creatures, can't you see through the essence?" "There are countless forgotten 'ghost towns' in the world, far from all major roads, and depleted of resources, like Ganano, but most of them have disappeared without a trace. ”

The boy's eyes were fixed on Dean,

"You think you can stop Him? Do you think they just die out naturally? ”

Dean stared.

What do you mean? Could it be that this vampire has destroyed other towns?

The boy smiled coldly, "No, it's fate, no one can resist, I can't say more... Yes! ”

Dean spat out a gray-black viper in his mouth like lightning, and bit him in the neck, striking a serpent edict.

It's like throwing a piece of sodium into the water, and the reaction is extremely violent.

The boy's scarlet eyes widened, his body arched back to the extreme, like a wooden stick that was about to be broken, his hands danced like crazy as if he had broken through the restraint of his telekinesis, and his feet kicked aimlessly in mid-air.

The big mouth that grinned to the base of his ears let out a high-pitched, hissing cry, like a horn from hell.

His pale skin cracked inch by inch, and blood gushed out from the large fish-like wounds all over his body.

Plumes of black smoke followed, spewing out of his nostrils, mouth, eyes... The Seven Orifices shot into the high night sky, invisible darkness, and took away his soul and flesh at the same time, and even the serpent edict that Dean had just made.

In an instant, his body shriveled into a piece of flesh, crumbling into slag and weathering into the air.

……

The vampire Mara Finch is gone.

"Kenny, what's going on? What's going on here? Sean rubbed his eyes in disbelief,

"I tried to control it, but failed, and a more powerful being has already branded it." Dean looked up at the sky, and the moon in the sky seemed to be frightened by the black mist that had just erupted, and hid behind the clouds.

"Who?"

"The Lord of the Flies in its mouth? Or its superior. Dean said in a complicated tone, two familiar figures spied in Marat's memory flashed in his mind, and his heart was faintly heavy, "Let's go to the town first, there are other vampires entering the town." ”

(End of chapter)