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Time passed in a hurry, and night came quickly. After the museum closed, everyone had left, leaving only a few dim street lights on the roadside.

crunch~

The side door of the museum opened, and a middle-aged man in a security uniform stretched out his head, shook his flashlight, and a bright beam of light came over.

"Hey, come on in."

After putting out his cigar, Van Helsing stood up and walked towards the security guard. At this time, the ground was already covered with cigar butts.

With Van Helsing entering, the museum was completely closed to the outside, leaving no passage for exit.

Even the ventilation is carried out by the electric system, leaving no passage to the outside.

Smelling the strong smell of cigars on his body, the middle-aged security guard frowned: "Don't move or touch. They don't like physical contact with people."

Van Helsing nodded: "I know them, but I rarely come to see them."

The security guard shrugged noncommittally: "Come here, what you want is ready."

He followed him to the basement of the museum. In the center of a small warehouse that had been evacuated, there was a wax statue covered with white cloth.

The security guard went up and untied the white cloth, and Van Helsing froze on the spot.

This is a wax figure of a heroic and upright woman with loose wavy hair and a serious face.

Wearing a red vest and straight leather trousers, she has a well-proportioned figure, her pretty eyebrows are slightly twisted, and she holds an ancient European sword in her hand. She raises her chin and looks squinting upward, as if she is a female warrior who is always prepared to face an unknown enemy.

There is an embossed plaque on the base below the wax figure: Anna Vellelis.

Looking at the lifelike wax figure, Van Helsing seemed to have returned to that night a hundred years ago when bats filled the sky and blood flowed into rivers.

Because of the stupid oath of their ancestors, the demon-hunting family, which has only Anna left, is trapped in a dilapidated town.

In order to redeem her family ancestors who had gone to hell, she had to raise her sword and use her body to fight the vampires!

That night, Van Helsing turned into a werewolf. That night, they succeeded. That night, Anna died in his arms.

Stupid religious war!

Van Helsing was so excited that his muscles all over his body tensed unconsciously.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, the middle-aged security guard shouted loudly: "Calm down, I don't want to see you turn into a werewolf!"

Hearing the call, Van Helsing, who was trembling slightly, took a deep breath and tried to calm down the agitated emotions.

He took out a wad of bills from his pocket and threw it over: "This is your reward."

The security guard picked up the banknotes without counting them, stuffed them into his pocket, took out a plastic timer from his pocket and threw it over.

"Remember the time, she will wake up at midnight and fall asleep again at six in the morning. You can take her up to meet new friends, but you must not leave the museum, understand?"

Van Helsing nodded: "I understand."

The security guard shrugged, turned and left the room. He still had to patrol the museum. This was his job.

After he left, Van Helsing took off his large windbreaker and placed it on the ground. The hidden compartments were covered with various strange materials.

Take out a piece of chalk, draw a magic circle around the wax figure, and place each piece of material into the corresponding position.

Vine roots, crow feathers, bison horns...

Time passed in a hurry, and the magic array in the room became larger and larger. Stairs and stools were moved from outside, and even the walls and ceiling were covered by the magic array.

The corresponding areas are inlaid with gems, wooden nails and silver blocks. Everything is ready and they sit quietly in the corner waiting for midnight.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

As the dull bell rang, midnight arrived, and along with the dull bell, loud shouts rang out in the museum.

"Get up~ bed~!!!"

The huge sound resounded throughout the museum. Even Van Helsing in the basement could feel the ground vibrating and stood up suddenly.

The heroic female warrior in front of her suddenly blinked her eyes. Van Helsing was greatly shocked, and he quickly stepped forward and shouted: "Anna!"

The wax figure swayed slightly, and the hand holding the sword slowly lowered its hand, with a puzzled look on its face, and turned around when it heard the call.

"Van Helsing, where is this?"

She frowned, jumped off the pedestal, quickly stepped forward to take Van Helsing's hand, and kicked open the wooden door in front of her.

boom!

The locked door immediately shattered, and Van Helsing did not stop him. The glasses remained on Anna's anxious face. The door was kicked open and she was pulled out of the room.

Anna, who had just regained consciousness, pulled Van Helsing around to find an exit.

When he saw a flash of light behind the chain-locked door, he raised his sword and struck at the chain, preparing to break through the door.

clang!

The long sword struck with sparks flying in all directions, and the sword's blade bounced and shattered. How could a sword that was just a prop used to decorate a wax figure split an iron chain as thick as a finger?

Anna's heart was shocked, and she looked at the twisted sword in her hand with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

Van Helsing gently pulled her, and Anna's waist swayed close to him.

Their eyes met, Anna looked flustered, while Van Helsing's eyes were blurred and filled with love.

Overturning the wavy long hair, Van Helsing's melancholy face finally revealed a spring breeze smile.

"Don't worry, Dracula has been dead for more than a hundred years."

"What? Yeah~~"

Anna was surprised and wanted to say something more, but her red lips were blocked by Van Helsing.

The strong and aggressive kiss nearly suffocated her. She only struggled briefly before she softened into the manly embrace.

"God, why didn't they give me a big boob girl when I was a villain?"

The sudden sound caused the people who were kissing each other to break apart instantly. The sword was swung out, and Anna looked grim: "Who!"

On the wooden box next to him, the cowboy who was less than two inches tall and holding a beer was startled and fell backwards.

The Roman general, who was about the same height as him and only half the size of a finger, threw away his beer, drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at Anna.

"The terrifying giantess dares to hurt my friend!"

Anna had a strange look on her face, and the deformed sword tip was gently raised, and with the scream of the Roman general, it drew an arc in the air and fell into the point next to it.

After looking left and right, Anna looked at the scrapped long sword in her hand and threw it away.

"What is this place and what's going on with these little monsters?"

Van Helsing took a deep breath, and just when he was ready to act, there was another movement from behind, and Anna took out a baseball bat from the wooden stand next to her to defend herself.

crunch~

The middle-aged security guard looked ugly. Walking in the messy corridor, he saw the warehouse door that had been kicked open.

Walking in slowly, the wax statue has disappeared, and other strange magic circles are painted on the walls and floor. The middle-aged security guard can no longer stay.

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Van Helsing, get out of here!"

Hearing the shout, Van Helsing comforted Anna, asked her to put down the baseball bat in her hand, and ran over quickly.

"Sorry, she woke up for the first time and was a little uncomfortable."

"Damn it, I warned you to be careful!"

Van Helsing lowered his head slumped: "I know, I'm sorry."

Seeing her beloved man in such a low posture, Anna behind him suddenly became unhappy.

Pulling Van Helsing down, he stood up and shouted: "Are you the owner of this place? I am the current lord of the Villeless family. I broke all the things. If you need compensation, you can follow me to the territory to get the money!"

"Haha, Lord, I'm so scared!" the middle-aged security guard yelled hypocritically, making an opera performance gesture.

His facial features were twisted together, his hands were crossed and he was crying: "Ah, please, Lord, please give me the right of the girls' first night."

Anna's clown-like posture made Anna explode instantly. She would never allow her family's face to be damaged!

With a flying kick, the middle-aged security guard was kicked out and hit the wall. He covered his crotch with his hands and looked in pain. The corners of Van Helsing's mouth twitched at the sight.

The pain that only a man can understand is really painful to watch.

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