Energy Controller of Meiman

John's method of delivering false news is extremely crude, but most of the news is true. Even the part about the scythe, except for the name, can be said to be true. The scythe in John's hand can indeed absorb souls. Energy!

And if this kind of low-level demon wants to investigate the situation, it will inevitably go through other demons. The news cannot be kept. If nothing else, as long as the news that Dracula can be killed by a werewolf is spread, John will be very happy. Satisfied.

"John, tell me the truth, how much of what you just said is true?"

Van Helsing's expression was very serious.

"For the most part, except for the name of the sickle, which I made up, everything else is true," John said.

He has not forgotten the church behind Van Helsing. Telling this kind of news to the church is much more reliable than telling the devil.

After all, the church is Dracula's mortal enemy. Regardless of whether they knew the secret that Dracula could be killed by werewolves before, they must know it now, so even if it is to silence other forces, they must take action.

Not to mention that there is now a thing that is suspected of being the death scythe and it has fallen into the hands of Dracula. Even if this kind of thing has only one ten thousandth of the power of the real thing, it is enough to make people afraid.

"Dracula can be killed by werewolves, and the scythe can absorb soul energy. Of these two news, the former is okay. Werewolves are the mortal enemies of vampires after all. It is understandable that they can kill Dracula, but the latter is wrong, right? It’s not reliable at all, are you lying to me?”

Van Helsing has been tricked by John so many times, and he has become more and more distrustful of John. John has no moral integrity at all. In order to trick Dracula, he will definitely make up a lot of lies.

"I didn't expect this guy to have a brain!" John thought to himself.

But at this time, he would never admit that he was lying: "You guy actually doubted me?! Have I told lies before?"

Van Helsing thought for a while, clapped his hands, and said to John: "Yes! When we first came here, you lied about being a juggler and made my chest break with rocks. I remember it clearly, you bastard, you hurt me I……"

"Okay! Okay! Do you want to continue listening?"

John quickly interrupted Van Helsing. If he continued to complain, there would be no end.

"Okay, you go on."

Van Helsing was very dissatisfied with John's interruption, but still motioned for John to continue.

John continued: "My statements are all well-founded. I used werewolf venom before to suppress Dracula's recovery ability, so the werewolf must be able to kill Dracula, but it must be above a certain level, otherwise You can’t even touch the hem of Dracula’s clothes, let alone kill him.”

"As for that sickle, it can not only absorb soul energy, but also other energies! If you don't believe it, you can go to the woman who calls herself Selene for confirmation. She also got a sickle cut by me. Well, there is something on my sickle. Werewolf Venom, I wonder how that guy is doing now..."

The werewolf venom invaded the blood, and it was the kind of venom carefully prepared by John. Van Helsing felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. He mourned for a few seconds of silence in his heart for the woman named Selene, and then made up his mind to meet the dark wizard in the future, especially When a dark wizard like John has no integrity, he will never compete with their martial arts.

They have to come into contact with weapons or spells, and at the same time they have to be extremely careful. God knows what the hell these guys have on them.

As for the news, report it to the church and let them have a headache. At this time, their first priority is to escape from this place.

"Well, I know all this information. I will report it to the church and let them verify it. What are your plans to join me?" Van Helsing asked.

John thought for a while and felt that his original goal had been achieved. Now there was no need to continue to act with Van Helsing, so he waved his hand and said to Van Helsing: "I don't plan to act with you. You also know my strength. He is no match for Dracula, let alone now that he has lost his weapon and his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced. It is better to leave here. With my speed, there is no big problem in escaping from here."

"Well, have a nice trip!"

Van Helsing didn't ask John if he wanted the scythe. John had already spread the news about the scythe. He made it clear that he didn't want it. There was no need for him to ask.

He admired John's attitude of being able to take things and let them go. He respected himself and others. If he were John, he would never let go so easily.

John would have laughed out loud if he knew what Van Helsing was thinking.

Except for the slightly better material, the sickle is not a good thing at all. Just throw it away. John won't feel bad at all, and it can be used to seduce Dracula, so why not do it.

Van Helsing watched John leave, but after John took a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at himself, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Van Helsing looked at himself doubtfully and found that everything was fine and there was nothing wrong.

"It's okay. I just wanted to say take care. I hope you can survive this crisis. Also, I'm sorry!"

John said something incomprehensible, then turned and left, disappearing from Van Helsing's sight.

Van Helsing was a little confused by John's words. When did John, a bastard, have enough sense to apologize?

He raised his head, looked at the sun, and found that it was not in the west, so he smiled and said to himself: "I don't know if John has a broken head, but he actually apologized, but since he apologized, I will Forgive you!"

It didn't take long for Van Helsing to change his mind.

He looked at the map and ran towards the church's nearest stronghold. But as soon as he arrived in the town where the stronghold was located, there was a burst of exclamations from around him. Many people pointed at him, and many ladies' cheeks turned red and they covered their faces. Eyes, some of them were staring at him with bright eyes, ogling him constantly.

Van Helsing realized that something was wrong. He looked down and found that the "clothes" on his body had long disappeared. He hurried away and roared angrily in his heart: "John, you bastard, don't let me touch you again." you!"

John, who was far away on the other side, couldn't help but sneeze. He counted the time and felt that the "clothes" on Van Helsing's body were almost ready. He smiled evilly and said to himself: "It should be that guy Van Helsing." He said bad things about me, but I reminded him to take care of himself and looked at his clothes up and down. It was so obvious, so he shouldn’t have been tricked, right? Well, probably..."