Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Outside the secret room, the Blood Pope and the noble commissioners were watching the situation in the secret room through a magic mirror.

When they saw the crazy young noble, their expressions changed.

"What's wrong with him? He hasn't taken the blood of truth yet, why is he so manic?" The noble commissioner was frightened after seeing this. It seems that the nobles still need to be careful.

The Blood Pope's face was also very ugly. He wondered if there were impurities in the extracted blood? He didn't believe that real blood would have such great side effects.

"Ahem... don't worry. Maybe it's just that his willpower is too weak. To be honest, is the person you are looking for really reliable?" The Blood Pope subconsciously passed the blame.

The noble commissioner was not angry when he heard this, but showed a hesitant expression. He also had some doubts that the person chosen this time was not good enough. After all, this young nobleman is quite famous in the aristocratic circle.

A nobleman can be stupid or bad, but he cannot be stupid. The young nobleman in front of him has many years, but no wisdom. Moreover, as a faded person in his previous life, his force value was very mediocre. He has no desire to become stronger. He is confused and obsessed with pottery all day long.

Such a character may really not be able to withstand real blood.

Just as the two people were struggling outside the door, the young noble finally stopped howling.

He became very quiet and sat there on his knees, like a sculpture.

"Are you fainting?" The Blood Pope muttered.

"What a waste! Can't you even complete the simple action of taking medicine?" The noble commissioner felt disgusted.

Just as the two were about to open the door, the young noble who was kneeling on the ground suddenly reached out and picked up the real blood in front of him.

"There's action!" The two people outside the door immediately concentrated on observing the young nobleman inside.

Click~

After a crisp sound, the skin of the True Blood was bitten open, and the rich and viscous liquid penetrated into the young noble's throat.

There was a black aura faintly exuding from his body, which distorted the air in the secret room.

The two people outside the door suddenly felt a wave of heart palpitations, even though the young nobleman in the secret room had his back to them. But the two of them felt like they were being targeted by each other.

"Is the door locked?" the noble commissioner said dryly.

"Lock it! Don't worry, this door is specially made, and this dose of real blood alone cannot make him too strong. He can't possibly..." The Blood Pope hadn't finished speaking, and then they He was shocked to find that the young nobleman in the secret room suddenly disappeared.

They hurriedly switched cameras to look for the missing young noble, but found nothing. The entire secret room was empty.

"Invisible?" The two of them were not stupid, and they immediately thought of this possibility.

"This is not a safe place, let's step back." The Blood Pope made this suggestion without dignity.

"No problem, noble people cannot stand under dangerous walls." The noble commissioner said as he started to run away.

However, before the two of them took a few steps, the noble commissioner felt a chill on his neck.

A blood line thinner than a hair stretched across his escape path. Because the surrounding light was dim, he ran into it without realizing it.

"Uh..." He groaned and paused.

The next moment, his neck was like a fountain, spitting out blood. The blood flew to the ceiling under the powerful pumping of the heart.

"Help...help..." The noble commissioner mumbled a few words before falling to the ground and twitching. After a while his body became cold. Blood formed a large pool of blood under his body.

When the Blood Pope saw this scene, he stopped instantly, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The terrifying threat is arousing his survival instinct.

He kept silent and looked around, and sure enough he found some tiny blood streaks in front of him. These blood threads protruded from the crack in the secret room door.

"What an insidious plan." This thought flashed through the Blood Pope's mind.

"Deliberately disappearing to create pressure for us. Taking advantage of our cautious habits to make us step into a trap? But that's all he can do now, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive now." The Blood Pope was abnormal at this time calm.

He felt that the people in the secret room should not be able to see what was going on outside. So as long as you keep quiet, the other party shouldn't be able to take action against you.

As if to confirm his suspicion, the blood threads protruding from under the door began to dance randomly, as if they were looking for prey around them.

Several streaks of blood hit the Pope, and the Pope dodged silently. Although his blood prayer can no longer be used, his physical fitness is still relatively strong. It is not difficult for him to deal with this level of attack.

He didn't dare to make too much noise. If he called for help randomly, he would be the only one who would be killed.

After flapping for a while without finding the target, he slowly withdrew.

Just when the Blood Pope was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was horrified to find that blood threads began to rise and rotate back and forth in the keyhole of the secret room...

The Pope forced himself to calm down, and walked out slowly with steps.

Maybe it was because Bloodshot's lock-picking skills weren't very strong. It didn't open for a long time, which made the Pope sigh in relief.

But just when he was about to step over the noble's corpse, the long-dead noble suddenly opened his eyes. His eyeballs were red, filled with bloodthirsty desire.

"Uh uh uh~" The noble's corpse made bursts of bubble sounds.

"Damn it!!!" The Pope finally couldn't stand it any longer and ran forward with all his strength.

The next moment, several thin blood streaks passed through his body, dividing him into seven or eight sections.

"No...I want to become a man of God..." These were the Pope's last thoughts.

Squeak~

The door to the secret room was opened, and a young nobleman with a calm face came out.

The noble commissioner who turned into a ghoul hurriedly crawled to the ground and shivered.

The young noble ignored him and crushed his head under his feet as he passed by.

Several blood threads protruded from the young noble's body and submerged into the ghoul's body. The true blood was drained from the ghoul's body. And he turned into a real corpse and never moved again.

The young nobleman stopped in front of the Pope's head. He bent down and picked up the head from the ground.

Several blood threads protruded from the young noble's ears and nose. These blood threads touched back and forth and penetrated into the Pope's head.

The next moment, all kinds of cruel memories in the Pope's mind were read through by the young noble.

"True blood...is this what you are pursuing?"

boom! The young noble casually smashed his head against the wall.

The young noble took a few steps and slowly disappeared, blending into the darkness.

Tap tap tap~

The lights in the corridor in the secret laboratory flickered on and off, which made the guards feel uncomfortable.

"Huh? Is the magic lamp malfunctioning? Go and have a look!"

"Yes!"

A guard was instructed by the captain to check on the magic lamp.