Abyss Express

In the narrow and cramped confessional room, Godfather Leon was sitting on one side, and Jiang Xueming was waiting for him on the other side.

The straight-line distance between the two was only 120 centimeters, and they were divided into two small compartments, separated by a dark cloth curtain, and communicated through a small window about 30 centimeters in length and width.

The confessional room has been soundproofed, and the soundproof cotton can ensure the privacy of the confessor.

In religious etiquette, confession to the clergy is intended to listen to the heavens, and it is a self-examination from the heart, praying for God to forgive the sins that one has committed.

At this moment, Leon firmly believed in the exhortation of his old friend, and he should completely let go of his guard, and talk to this little nun about his life, about the past, and finally about the great cause of the future.

He untied his tie and put this token with perfume and body odor on the small windowsill. He was very confident in his masculinity.

If you don't quite understand this action, or can't understand-

——In other words, it is like a graceful married woman who unties her scarf to the window sill and places this fragrant silk fabric in front of strangers.

Leon is waiting for an opportunity.

If the little nun offered to say something to this tie, do something.

He can skip the lengthy and complicated confession process and choose another path to attack Huaxin directly.

But a minute passed—

— nothing happened.

It was as if the clergyman's workshop on the opposite side of the black screen was empty.

There was not the slightest change in the sound of the nun's breathing, nor in her body temperature or blood flow.

This made Leon a little angry, a hot sense of shame welled up in his heart, he stretched out his hand again, deliberately pushed the tie to the other side of the black curtain, so that it showed some corners.

Jiang Xueming: "You started to take off your tie and clothes after entering the confession room? I'm afraid you have some serious illness."

Hearing the reply, Leon breathed a sigh of relief - at least it was not useless.

"Miss, I did not untie my tie to offend you, but to let you understand that at this moment, I have put aside my etiquette and want to speak my heart to you."

Jiang Xueming: "Say."

Leon: "I'm the godfather of the Red Queen parish, and I'm a vampire, sorry for the offense, do you know vampires?"

Jiang Xueming: "I know."

From the other party's concise and powerful response, Leon felt an inexplicable warmth of reassurance.

"That's good, then what I'm going to say next, maybe you can understand, experience, and forgive me."

Jiang Xueming: "Talk, you can talk, there is nothing you can't talk about."

The top leader in the inner circle of London blood clan began to talk about his family history.

He has a complicated expression and hesitates in his heart, because he has never talked about these things with outsiders——

——But remembering the entrustment of his old friend Winston Spencer, the godfather seemed to have turned back into a human being, leaning forward with his hands on the small table and his chin, and wanted to tell the crimes of the blood family in the past twenty years one by one bright.

"Let's start with my family background."

"Before I went to the military academy, my family could only be considered a middle-class family. Although I had no worries about food and clothing, I didn't have a lot of money."

"During those years at school, I met many people. Thanks to Spencer, his cleverness made me squeeze into the social circle of noble children, and I met the Red Queen."

"After graduation, I parted ways with Spencer. He wanted to go to Haiphong to serve the motherland. I couldn't understand his idea. Why didn't he go into politics when he was so smart and astute? If he studied law for two more years, With his means, he won't have a problem getting a salary and a half job in the House of Representatives."

"Let's not mention the matter with my old friend for now—little nun, I want to confess to you."

"The first sin I committed was jealousy. I was jealous of Spencer's talent. I never understood why I could do so many things with just one mouth. During the selection ceremony of the First Embrace of the Blood Race, I had six Competitors -- I know you can't convince them with your words, and you can't beat them with your words."

"Among them are young people who are better than me, and there are also candidates for the retinue of the Red Queen who look differently-I know that I am definitely not an opponent of these people."

"I used various methods to frame and frame them, either from the spiritual level or from the material level to destroy them."

"There was a young man who was at the same age as me. He spoke very well, so I silenced him on the eve of the selection."

Jiang Xueming interrupted: "Wait, how did you do it?"

Leon: "It can be done by neurotoxins alone. These poisons that specifically attack the nerve center are very powerful. If you grasp the dose properly, you can temporarily make the human brain speechless."

Jiang Xueming wrote down in his notebook, "Go ahead."

Leon spoke unhurriedly.

"There was also a young man who was more handsome than me, stronger than me, and had excellent skills in bed. I took him to the basement and hired a few strong men to torture him for half a month. The matter was done cleanly."

Jiang Xueming: "Oh."

Leon: "What's wrong? Is this an unforgivable sin?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nothing, how is this gentleman doing?"

Leon: "The doctor in the lunatic asylum just performed a prefrontal lobotomy on him last year, and he is currently in good condition."

Jiang Xueming: "Go ahead."

On the other side of the black curtain, Godfather Leon's voice sank, and his emotions sank to the bottom.

"When I emerged from this bloody selection ceremony, I had a very sick feeling in my heart."

"Because I hate my origins, my parents are like stingy and vulgar old-time rich men. They taught me that even if I spend an extra dime, I have to feel a strong sense of guilt from the bottom of my heart."

"Even in London, my family is by no means poor - but in their closet they can find work trousers that were washed white twelve years ago, and if I waste food, I will immediately be beaten and scolded."

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all. They told me how extravagant the life of the nobles is. They want to become nobles and live a better life."

"The other side puts their hard-earned money into the bank and waits for pathetic interest rates and horrific inflation to ruthlessly rob them of their sweat and blood."

"It's like a lamb that's ready to be slaughtered, maybe I can find a little self-touch from this frugal and poor life."

"When the old godfather chose me, I became an upstart blood clan. The first thing I did was to go back to my hometown in Ireland and kill everyone in my family, all poor relatives, and all direct bloodlines."

"I have been killing for a long time, a long time, no matter men, women or children, it took almost eight months to kill them barely, and the nauseating feeling finally disappeared."

"—My past has been erased by me."

Jiang Xueming: "What do you mean by barely killing them?"

Leon grasped the key point and said: "Because many lovers came to me during those days, saying that they were pregnant with my child, and I cut their throats and threw them into a thermal power plant to benefit the society. If what they said was true, Then I should have one or two wandering bastards to kill."

Jiang Xueming: "Go ahead."

Leon breathed a sigh of relief and survived the most difficult to describe the past.

He was very happy, and when he told people about these things, it seemed that he really had a connection with the gods.

In particular, this little girl's Reiatsu, that cold-as-a-knife temperament fascinated him. He was sure that as long as this little nun could fall into the dark side and join the blood clan, she would be the absolute core of the Red Queen's parish.

"When I finished this ceremony, I made an appointment with the old godfather to go fishing by the river. As a result, this old freak, in order to celebrate my new life and let me feel the feeling of life flowing in my body, he grabbed a Fish, demonstrated it to me on the spot."

Jiang Xueming: "Wait a minute. What do you mean? Your words are too abstract."

Leon described in a low voice: "It's shameful to say it, but that feeling is really fascinating, and the cold fish in his hand is struggling, it is shaking violently due to dehydration and oxygen deficiency, the soft throat and sharp The jagged teeth tore me apart time after time, lost in the pain and weird pleasure."

Jiang Xueming: "Wait a moment. Please wait a moment."

Leon finally said.

"After I finished this ceremony, I gave myself completely to the devil, to the Red Queen, I did her dirty work, I was her loyal dog, I was a matchmaker for power and money transactions in and out of Downing Street, and I used threats and beauty. Use color against ministers and councilors from all walks of life."

"The old godfather gave me the grace of regeneration, but from the very beginning, I wanted to get rid of him. Vampires are immortal, so he won't die? How can I become the new godfather?"

"So I prepared a very good fish for him. I carefully used silver wires to run through its texture without letting it die. It was like cooking. Under the stimulation of electrodes, it was alive and vigorous. In the old godfather product When appreciating this delicacy, I will send him back west on a crane."

"This sudden change in power is the result of years of hard work by Barbara and I."

"At the same time, she showed her fangs to her adoptive mother, the Red Queen. As the Red Queen's personal maid, she opened the skull of the Parish Virgin and poured six liters of mercury in. From then on, the Red Queen became a brain-dead vegetable and us. puppet."

"I have finally completed the class leap and achieved something that my parents could not do for hundreds of years."

"Then again—I have shown you my malice, as well as my ability and my determination. Are you really going to take Mary Stuart's side?"

Speaking of work, Leon's tone became serious.

From the side of the black curtain, Jiang Xueming could see various expressions on Godfather Leon's face——

——For a moment, Leon exposed the door of death, although it was very short, even though it was only a short moment, Xue Ming still grasped that feeling.

Leon has become impatient: "Answer me! Why don't you talk?"

Jiang Xueming walked out of the confession room silently, and opened the door on the side of Godfather Leon.

She saluted the godfather, put her hands on the hem of her skirt, and said with a smile.

"Can you recall it again, Mr. Leon? Think about the fishing again?"

Leon showed a slightly surprised expression, as if he had found a bosom friend.

"You mean"

At this very moment——

——When the leader of the blood clan carefully recalled the most bizarre, outrageous, and unimaginable exciting experiences in his life.

His brain power was skyrocketing and his focus was slackened.

His pupils were slightly out of focus, and his eyes glanced away with shame and morbid malice.

His fingers and knees danced unnaturally, defenseless.

The big lock of the dead door made a crisp click——

——Jiang Xueming to his friends on the radio.

"play music!"

at the same time--

——Robert Downing lifted his spirits and quickly lit the salute fireworks.

Mr. Leon wanted to say something, but he looked disappointed, when he saw the little nun hugging him, completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy that burst from his heart.

In the last few seconds of his life, he still couldn't forget the moment when he killed the old godfather in the grove on the outskirts of the Thames——

——That was the ceremony for him to obtain supreme power, and he only used one fish as a sacrifice to complete the sacrificial ceremony.

If he had a mirror, he would be able to see his expression clearly, just as the old godfather moved his index finger at the poisonous silver thread fish, his face was flushed like a spring breeze.

He felt the pain—

Is it the holy light that ripples on the nun's robe?

Is it the natural harm of the holy things in Christianity to vampires?

But those are not important anymore!

The important thing is that I, Leon Charles, have the help of my old friend Winston Spencer, thanks to this shrewd and capable assistant, whose advice must lead me in the right way.

When hugging with a human being, that temperature and pain are so real.

Just heard a snort——

——It was like the sound of a balloon's water bag bursting.

The sharp rifling ripped through the blood-sucking nobleman's mycelium suit, and immediately cut the skin.

Leon's eyes were lost, and he was still immersed in the bright future, immersed in a fantasy dream.

He hugged the little nun tightly, not even caring about the burning pain in his fingers and arms.

There was a horrible wound in his throat that went deep into the bone marrow——

——The gleaming silver knife flashed past Xue Ming's cuff, almost cutting off Leon's cervical spine in one go, leaving only a little flesh hanging on his head.

The firecrackers and fireworks in the mourning hall exploded with deafening noise. Meteor had already hugged Chief Jessica's head, and took the lead in the charge and danced the clumsy Nuo opera.

Almost all the guests were attracted by the living head, only the godmother Barbara still cared about the godfather, and was faintly worried about her business partners.

She clearly saw a shameless bitch nun pushing Leon into the confessional, in such a narrow space! Such an ambiguous occasion! They are in the same room! Do something shameless in the hallowed place!

It was a blasphemous crime that she, Barbara, dared not contemplate.

Her head was spinning quickly, wanting to join in immediately.

But just two steps away, Barbara heard gunshots amidst the mottled and piercing salute, and the dense rain of bullets came from the confessional.

She was distraught, surprised and delighted.

What surprised me was the vicious ambush at the funeral.

The good news is the transfer of power after Leon's death.

She was hesitating, thinking, and trying to feel the changes in the spiritual pressure in the confession room.

In just a few seconds, she was overwhelmed by greed, and immediately took out a cold weapon and a swift sword from under her skirt.

She never leaves this silver-plated holy sword, just to find a reasonable opportunity to kill Leon Charles. In terms of her fighting skills, from the German Dussack dagger in street fighting to Zorro in life-and-death duel Swift sword, she is proficient in all eighteen European slashing techniques.

If the door of the confessional is opened—

——Lion is still alive, so use this sword to send him on his way.

——If Leon is dead, then use this sword to send that ignorant nun on her way!

The Red Queen and the Rosary fight at the funeral.

The godfather died violently, and the assassin was punished.

How wonderful it sounds!

Until this moment, Barbara and the two godsons roared and pointed to the main stage of the mourning hall.

"The funeral has already begun! Those are your food and clothing parents! Go kowtow to Dr. Wang Chenggui!"

Sending away her godson was just to cover up the truth of killing her husband and seizing power. Barbara was ecstatic in her heart and wanted to thank God for the gift.

She walked towards the confession step by step, feeling the godfather's spiritual pressure getting weaker and weaker, like an old lion about to fall down from the throne of the king of the herd.

Just in case, she cut open her thigh and took a lipstick from the leg bone, in which the firing pin and primer were her trump cards.

There is a deadly silver bullet hidden in the lipstick, which is the life talisman she left behind at the risk of amputation.

"Nothing can stop me."

Godmother Barbara took a deep breath again and again, as if her biological instincts were still driving her, as if she still had the function of breathing, and her heart seemed to start beating again.

"there is nothing."

It's a pity that the old butler with no eyesight is back.

Winston Spencer stood in front of Matron Barbara as the last stand in the way.

Barbara's eyes flickered frequently, and she glanced at the weird Nuo opera at the guest table. I could only see people from various families and factions screaming and cheering, as if they were inspired by that burly young man.

she was thinking-

——If others find out about the changes in the spiritual pressure in the confession room, and the matter is exposed to everyone, I am afraid that this power transfer ceremony will not be able to continue.

She became anxious, became aggressive.

"Get out of the way! Spencer!"

Winston's face was full of innocence: "Madam, my best friend is confessing to the gods, you can't pass by."

Barbara waved her sword, trying to shout back at the ugly butler who didn't have long eyes: "Get out! I want you to go away! It's because of your old relationship with the godfather! It's still useful because of you! Don't force me to kill you!"

The sword left a series of wounds on Uncle Winston's front collar, exposing his strong chest. He just paced and detoured lightly, and Winston, like a nimble dancer, blocked in front of Barbara again.

"I'm afraid not, Lady Barbara, it's not the time yet."

Barbara gritted her teeth, afraid of this man's nimble movement, but she didn't want to make any noise. All the housewives of Winterhold stood up and looked over curiously.

She immediately withdrew her sword and hand, and discussed with Winston in a low voice.

"You uninspired idiot! I can feel that the godfather is very weak!"

Winston was surprised: "Really?"

Barbara: "He's dying. This is an opportunity! Spencer! I've been sleeping with him for many years. Even when I was sleeping and dreaming while sucking blood, I thought that one day he would die suddenly. As long as you help me, I will Give you a lot of benefits, many, many."

Winston: "Oh! Oh! Ma'am! That's not okay"

Barbara earnestly flattered and courted: "The godfather is dead, and I am a widow, and a very rich and very rich widow."

Winston was even more surprised: "There is such a meaning! Madam, follow me!"

The two ran to the confessional room——

—Spencer himself opens the door for Barbara.

At that moment, Barbara saw an incomprehensible scene, which she had rarely seen in her life.

In the narrow and cramped room, the originally cold and elegant little nun half-kneeled on the ground.

The godfather Leon Charles, who is vicious and cruel, and the big man who Mrs. Barbara usually relies on to survive is gone.

Specifically, he had become a cloudy pool of slurry and flesh on the wooden carpet.

From time to time, finely minced tender meat bounced on the wooden chair, and was immediately cut into thinner strips by a silver table knife.

"Humph."

Barbara heard happy laughter and smelled the stench of rotting mold.

"Hehehe."

She saw the little nun's eyes were terrifying, and the corners of her mouth rose unnaturally, as if she felt supreme joy when she was being violent.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The scattered shrapnel in the room and a tattered and dirty skeleton all told a very scary story with Barbara.

Leon Charles, at the helm of the Red Queen Parish.

In this small room of no more than two meters, this woman used guns and knives to dismantle her into pieces of rotten flesh, without even a chance to resist——

——bit by bit, bit by bit, suffering from the pain of being hacked into pieces, the spiritual pressure slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a medical specimen.

Barbara's face turned pale with fright in an instant, even the natural cold white skin of a vampire couldn't cover [白], she almost lost all will to fight, and when her eyes touched Jiang Xueming, her body had already raised the flag surrender.

Although the young and Dangerous boy who can only kill people can only be a young and Dangerous boy for the rest of his life.

But Barbara can't even do the action of cutting people now.

In the dark confessional room, what she saw was not human beings, or priests with human prefixes like nuns, but pure devils from hell.

To be precise, it was the great demon who cut the blood race's flesh into more than two hundred unequal strips within one minute.

Even if it is a dead pig, it is impossible to do such an outrageous thing if a skilled butcher is required to divide the meat.

Barbara only felt that her consciousness was fading away, and at this moment——

—Winston asked through the door.

"Is the guy useful?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's all broken, the money is too soft."

Winston kindly pushed Mrs. Barbara into the door, grabbed the gauntlet of the swift sword, and disarmed and broke bones in one go, like cleaning up the garbage in the room.

Immediately afterwards, Barbara felt the hot wind blowing against her face, and she slammed into Jiang Xueming's arms for the last fatal hug in her life.

Winston Spencer threw the swift sword to Jiang Xueming without asking any questions.

He kicked the door shut and whistled, feeling guilty as he felt the churning, tangling sounds of the confessional.

It was a woman's scream, and it was the voiceless sound of pulling her hair and breaking her neck bone.

It's the blood rushing from the jugular artery, with the bubbly hiss of the vocal cords ripping apart.

Even the painful cry could not be uttered smoothly, and eventually evolved into a demented and terrifying moan mixed with pain sensation and basic nerve reflex.

The last shot!

——the flames from the lipstick pocket gun.

The complex and terrifying sound gradually quieted down, and turned into another kind of reassuring, regular staccato forte.

It's like the violin is playing music, like the anatomical notes issued when the clear spine of the sword rubs against the bone.

Teacher Sansan saw it clearly, and gestured with Mr. Winston from a distance.

Winston immediately opened the door and passed a new knife inside.

Jiang Xueming didn't say a word. The arm fabric of Shan Die's clothes was shot, leaving only a little white mark. He took the knife and immediately continued to do the dissection work. He was afraid that these unkillable monsters would come back to life, and he had to whip the corpse repeatedly to be at ease. .

Winston beamed with joy and raised his hand to signal that Teacher Sansan should not worry.

Teacher Sansan has a keen sense of smell and supernatural inspiration.

She looked puzzled, and felt that Mr. Winston seemed to be a different person after reading the letter.

The ugly facial features are not as crowded as usual, and he can understand his elegant demeanor when he is proud.

Originally, the old housekeeper still had a lot of white hair on his head, but now it looks like a dead tree is in spring, and the wrinkles and white hair have disappeared, as if he returned to a young man in his thirties in an instant.

Teacher Sansan just scratched her head, completely unable to figure it out, she only knew it was a good thing, and didn't think about it in the end.

"really weird."