After breaking up, I picked up a beautiful vampire girl

......

Pingjing City Ring Opera House is the largest dome-shaped opera house in China. It covers a huge area and is luxuriously decorated. World-class orchestras often perform here.

Therefore, it enjoys a high reputation both at home and abroad.

Today, a famous symphony orchestra will perform again, and around 5 o'clock in the evening, there was already a long queue at the theater entrance.

In the backstage lounge of the theater, the foreign woman in charge of singing was looking at herself in the dressing mirror with a calm face.

Pingjing City is the last stop of their global tour.

As long as there are no problems here, the entire tour will bring them huge gains.

But this last step also made her a little nervous.

Just then, she suddenly discovered a small crack in the mirror.

She raised her hand and touched it gently, only to find that it was not a crack on the mirror, but a crack on the wall behind herself reflected in the mirror.

The woman was very dissatisfied.

Isn’t this theater famous all over the world?

How could there be such a long crack?

She stood up, lifted her skirt and walked towards the wall.

But the closer she got to the wall, the stranger it felt.

Finally she discovered that the crack was not on the wall at all, but appeared out of thin air in the air not far from the wall.

The woman opened her mouth, completely unable to comprehend the scene before her.

She tried to raise her hand to touch the crack, but as soon as her white-gloved hand touched the crack, she felt a sharp pain, as if a needle had stretched out of the crack and pricked her finger.

The woman immediately withdrew her hand.

But there were no marks on the fingers and the gloves were intact.

She frowned, becoming more curious.

At this moment, a staff member knocked on the door: "Ms. Cynthia, the performance will start in an hour. We ask you to come over for the last rehearsal."

"I see."

The woman responded gracefully, and when she reached the door, she looked back again, but this time, she found that the crack had disappeared, as if it had never existed at all.

Is this my illusion? Maybe I’ve been under too much pressure recently.

The woman shook her head, then cheered herself up and followed the staff out of the lounge.

But she didn't notice that a new crack slowly appeared between her fingers, where the white gloves covered the area.

The crack ran across the woman's index finger, as if the finger was a smiling mouth.

......

Elizabeth Baxter, the famous Blood Queen.

One of the representatives of the vampire clan.

He is also the person in charge of this support operation.

She leaned against the car door, a cigarette in her mouth, and looked at the endless stream of spectators at the entrance from afar.

"What a hassle." She smacked her lips unhappily and exhaled a puff of smoke. "What's the point of setting up the Realm Decree if we don't even know where the enemy is."

“Why not just evacuate these people.”

A special management bureau employee asked.

"The rift is different from other anomalies. There is no sign of the appearance of these ghost things. If we rashly start to evacuate the crowd, the rift will suddenly open and swallow everyone in the next second."

"But now let them enter the venue one by one, isn't it almost the same?"

The Special Management Bureau employee was still a little confused.

"Aren't there professionals who can deal with rifts?" Elizabeth smiled.

"As long as he can devour the rift before it opens, it will be all over."

She raised her eyes and looked at the few people who were entering the venue through the staff passage at the corner of the entrance.

When Elizabeth saw the boy in the black hoodie, she couldn't help but feel a pity.

"What a good man he was. How come he has become like this, neither human nor ghost? What a pity."

......

"..."

After entering the backstage, Li Muhan's only remaining eye never stopped looking around, while his nose was also sniffing.

Unfortunately, judging by his increasingly agitated behavior, the aura of the rift had now disappeared.

Shu Ying even suspected that Li Muhan's perception was wrong.

After all, she was also a member of the Tara tribe, but she didn't feel any signs of any cracks.

At this time, several people had been wandering around the backstage and outside the theater for a long time, but found no trace at all.

The more he couldn't find any traces, the more annoyed Li Muhan became, and the black lines on his face began to emit a black light.

Xia Yue walked up to him, took his arm, and raised her other hand to touch his cheek.

"Don't worry, we'll look for it together."

Li Muhan gradually calmed down and nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth, his voice even hoarser than before: "It's right here, the fourth Rift Lord."

"Maybe...it's afraid of you? So it's hiding?"

Shuying said half-jokingly.

"It's not afraid of me!"

Li Muhan turned back suddenly and stared at Shuying.

Shuying was so scared that she trembled and immediately ran behind Jinzhao.

"Not only is it not afraid of me! It's even challenging me! It deliberately revealed its presence! But now it's completely disappeared! It's playing a trick on me!"

Li Muhan's voice became lower and lower, and there was already a hint of a low growl that was not human.

"I know! I know, you, don't yell at me! I was wrong!"

Shuying was so scared that her rat tail was caught between her thighs, and she hid behind Jinzhao, trembling.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Xia Yue raised her hand and rubbed Li Muhan's hair.

Li Muhan, who was still angry, glanced at Xia Yue, then took a long breath and calmed down.

"I'll find it. It's right here."

Li Muhan muttered to himself as he walked deeper into the corridor.

Leia walked behind them, watching their actions with a peaceful smile on her face.

In any case, at least this time, you will definitely catch everyone around you, right, Mr. Li Muhan.

......

The performance is about to begin and the audience is still seated.

Li Muhan and others are now in the corridor on the second floor and can also see the situation on the stage.

Unfortunately, an hour had passed and they still hadn't found any trace of the crack.

Only in a staff lounge did Li Muhan smell the scent of a crack that once existed.

This blatant provocation almost made Li Muhan lose his mind.

If Xia Yue hadn't held his hand tightly, Li Muhan might have demolished the opera house.

As the curtain slowly rose, the musicians of the symphony orchestra were already in place.

The conductor walked onto the stage, waved his baton gently, and the orchestra's music began.

When the music begins, it is a soft melody, like the breeze in the morning, gently blowing through the heart and awakening the sleeping soul.

The melodious strings of the violin, the deep resound of the cello, the crispness of the woodwind instruments, the majesticness of the brass instruments, they are intertwined together to form a harmonious musical picture.

As the conductor's gestures became more powerful, the tempo of the music began to quicken and the melody became more passionate.

The musicians' bodies swayed to the rhythm of the music, their fingers danced across the keys, and every note was filled with power and emotion.

The music is like waves, one after another, advancing layer by layer and gradually reaching a climax.

Just then, the spotlight came on, and a gorgeous woman with a table full of flowers walked to the front of the stage, singing a moving song.

The audience was deeply attracted by the wonderful music. Their eyes were fixed on the stage and their ears were listening to every note.

The power of music penetrated their hearts and made them feel the shock and emotion brought by the music.

Their hearts rise and fall with the music, their emotions fluctuate with the melody, and they are completely immersed in this magnificent music.

Of course, the music they were immersed in was not only exciting and beautiful.

The notes that came out of that woman's mouth were mixed with something...something else.

Her hands slowly rose as the pitch continued to rise, symbolizing the climax of the piece.

But just when her hand was raised in front of him.

However, the woman's singing did not take the audience soaring into the sky as they expected.

Instead...it slowly stopped.

Then the woman's pupils gradually dilated because she saw.

A long scar appeared on the palm of his hand, where the white glove covered it.

No, this is not a scar...

This is a crack.