1982: Small Town Bloodline Records

Please bury my bones in your garden and they will bloom for you every spring.

Don't be afraid, this is my heart that loves you.

"How is he today?"

The man who spoke was about 30 years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and wearing glasses. If the cold expression was ignored, he should be considered handsome.

"It's the same, nothing has changed."

The woman who was asked was distracted and returned to him with a few sentences before continuing to fill in the numbers in the form.

On the side plate were two empty glass needle tubes, with a little black liquid remaining in them, and some weird tools that didn't seem to be useful.

"Anyway, this is our last chance." While filling out the lengthy form and waiting for the ink to dry, the woman raised her head and looked at the black-haired man seriously, "Sidney, you said we Can it work?"

Only when facing her, did the man have some anger that could be called human.He said softly, "Maybe, anyway, there is no turning back."

"but……"

She seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by the man just as she started.

Sidney's tone was not so harsh, but there was something heavy in it that made the woman breathless, "It's nothing but, my dear. Children can't choose their parents, this is the fate they are born to bear .Being born in a family like ours, one must have the spirit of dedicating himself to so many ancestors. Also, being able to become the body of a god is his honor as a mortal, and there is nothing to be sad about."

The woman wiped the corners of her eyes, which were dry without even a drop of tears, "Sorry, I lost my composure." She put the folder under her arm and left the room in a hurry.

The man took a last look inside to make sure that everything was correct before following the woman's footsteps—they would have to do other experiments later, so they definitely couldn't stay here for too long.

After they left, the real appearance of the room was revealed: a bed, a table and chairs, and the boy sitting on the bed, that's all.

The boy, who couldn't tell his real age, was too thin, his limbs were as thin as sticks, and his skinny cheeks were not as plump as a child's. Instead, his eyes protruded because of his thinness, almost like a small skeleton with human skin on it.

If you look carefully, you will find that the boy's pupils are a diffuse black, with no highlights and no focal length. If you stare at it for a long time, it seems that your consciousness will be brought into the abyss.

Until the two people's footsteps disappeared completely, the weird boy stuck his head out and looked around the door, and after making sure that he couldn't see anyone, he jumped off the bed lightly.

After leaving the room, like a little ghost, he started wandering aimlessly today.

Because it was built underground, the surrounding stone walls didn't have a single window. He just turned a few corners and couldn't see the small room he lived in.

The structure of this underground labyrinth is very complicated. There are spell restrictions and closed iron doors everywhere. I don’t know what is closed behind the iron door. Over the years, the creepy wailing and weeping of dignitaries can be seen occasionally. For several figures in white robes, he would hold his breath and hide in the shadows until they left before moving on.

The beast head lamp made of brass was burning with magical cold flames, and the cyan flame would only flicker slightly when someone passed by. He walked along this extraordinarily long corridor, even if he fell on the way, he didn't Make a little noise.His consciousness was very ignorant, he just felt that there was something attracting him at the end of this corridor, like the poles of a magnet.

After an unknown amount of time, this long corridor finally came to an end, and a false door appeared in front of it.

Such an iron door is too heavy for a child, but fortunately, he is as small as a mouse, and can slip through the gap that is only a little more than a palm wide by turning his body sideways.

The house was filled with an indescribable smell: like rotten meat or dried blood, mixed with a fat, greasy and fat stench, it was nauseating.Because he was not used to the smell, he coughed uncomfortably. After coughing for a long time, he managed to look forward through the hazy tearful eyes and found that the room was lit by candles.

Among the countless candlesticks, there is a stone bed engraved with sigils, and on the cold stone bed lies a thing that can barely be called a human being—it is too reluctant to call it a human being, because its skin is covered with It's all festered, exposing bright red muscle tissue, it's like a big mass of rotten meat.

The only thing that made it seem human were the spotty blond hair and barely half-open eyes.Under the candlelight, the gold with an orange halo flickers, and under the radiance of the flame, it is still as cold as a glacier blue.Having never seen such a beautiful color, he couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to try to touch it.Suddenly, the creature's eyeballs rolled twice, aiming at his direction, and his hand stopped in mid-air, as if hesitating whether to continue or not.

Under his feet, the shadows stirred uncomfortably, and the part projected on the wall was completely out of the human category.

Countless tiny tentacles escaped from the shadows, tentatively trying to touch the foundation of the stone bed.But the moment they hit the cold stone, they made a hissing sound like being burned by fire, and quickly retracted into the shadows, no longer daring to be presumptuous.

"You...you are...something?"

He seemed to have never systematically studied human language, and it was very difficult for him to even speak.

The place where the lips should be on the face of this pile of rotten flesh squirmed slightly.

It was originally an extremely hideous and terrifying scene, but there was no trace of fear on his face - growing up in such an environment, his perception of the outside world was very slow, so this step was omitted.

"I'm a vampire."

Different from that miserable appearance, the vampire's voice is very pleasant.

"Also, I know what you are."

The shadow on the wall was frozen at the moment when the wings spread out, and the air behind him twisted imperceptibly, as if a pair of invisible wings had also spread out.

He stared at the vampire for a few seconds, and finally dropped his hand that was hanging in the air, gently touching the vampire's hair.It was a color he had never seen before.

If he is lucky enough to go out into the world, he will understand that this is the color of moonlight.

Cold moonlight.

In the evening when the moon rose again, Edgar woke up from his deep sleep.

This is the basement of Morrison's house. Mr. Morrison kindly lent him this place, and even gave him a woolen blanket regardless of the special physical condition of the vampire.He tied his obstructive hair behind his head with a ribbon, tidied up his appearance, and stepped up the stairs.

The snow has stopped, and the cold snow light illuminates the room without lights.He didn't see Mr. Morrison, only Carl who was still sleeping in the living room.

Carl Morrison still didn't wake up, but the fever seemed to be gone and he wasn't as dangerous as the night before.Edgar thought about it, and instead of looking for the human man who should be exhausted to the limit, he sat quietly beside Karl, taking on the duty of night watchman.

During the time he was asleep, many things might have happened, and maybe nothing had happened, but he could never be lucky, after all, the witcher had discovered the existence of him and Karl.

Every minute and every second, threats are approaching them step by step.Maybe later he should have a good talk with Mr. Morrison about the future: they all have the same wish, which is to protect the people in front of them.In this case, he was obliged to tell this man the truth that he hadn't told him ten years ago, the truth about Karl.

Under Ignatz's crazy crimes, this town is no longer safe, no longer isolated from the world, no longer a safe place to hide from all the troubles of the world.

When he finds Ignatz and completes his revenge on that despicable traitor, he will leave this town—he will take Karl away, he must take Karl away, otherwise the Hicks family will wait If people find him, all the hard work they have put in for the past ten years will be in vain.

Edgar glanced worriedly upstairs.

The only thing he had to worry about now was how to fool the witcher's eyes before they set off.

Although they cannot harm humans, this is not a long-term solution.

It would be nice if Eugene was around.The thought flashed through his mind—Eugene was his father's friend, the vampire he'd been closest to for hundreds of years besides Ignatz.

Since the hospital tragedy, Ignatz has hidden himself, as if the previous horrific crimes were nothing more than people's fantasy, and he himself had never been in this town at all.But Edgar knew he must be planning something even more dire--it was never in Ignatz Dulles' nature--and that polar night was only a few days away, and by then, All the conditions that restrict the existence of vampires will no longer exist. If you want to do something, that will be the best time.

Even though he was contemplating something, the noise from the other side of the stairs still did not escape Edgar's ears. He looked over there and found that it was Mr. Morrison who was rubbing his acting skills.

"Are you awake?" Mr. Morrison came over to check on Carl's condition, "It looks much better, probably tonight or tomorrow, I'll make him something first, so that he won't wake up hungry... ..."

Just when Edgar was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Jeffrey, are you home?"

Facing the vampire's cold expression, Mr. Morrison shook his head reassuringly, "It's Sheriff Croft, and his child is Karl's best friend. I'll open the door for him."

The moment he heard this surname, Edgar became very alert, "Don't go."

"Why?" Mr. Morrison was already going to the door.

"because……"

"Jeffrey, are you really not going to open the door?" Sergeant Croft's voice was vaguely threatening, and Mr. Morrison immediately retracted his hand on the door lock.

"Get out of the way!" Edgar yelled.

In the next second, brutal gunshots pierced the night silence of the town.

Dawn was approaching, and the sky was as red as blood.

The snow was still falling, and everywhere was covered in whiteness, and even some messy footprints were quickly buried.

A Ford sedan was driven into the garage. After a few minutes, Sergeant Croft came out with a tired body, took out the keys from his pocket, and planned to go into the house to sleep.

He smelled like a mixture of rotten frozen food, excessive tobacco, and over-fermented alcohol, his hair was matted in strands, his skin hung loose from his bones, and he looked listless and decadent, like a living skeleton .

In that catastrophe, he lost his two most important relatives, his wife and child.Overwhelming grief overwhelmed him, making each day a horrific ordeal.He began to be afraid of returning to this home. The warm and lively home in the past is now deserted like a nightmare that cannot be woken up: there are traces of the two people's lives everywhere, Melinda's cooking utensils, Todd's building blocks and comic books , the cupcakes that had dried out, and the three pairs of slippers by the door...too many, he couldn't get them out of his life.

The spirit he drank hours ago fermented in his veins, and several times he lost his grip on the thin piece of metal.Alcohol, yes, the best alcohol, can bring a distraught old man what he needs most at this moment.Hiccupping, singing Melinda's favorite tune, he staggered through the not-too-distance journey, hoping that after returning, he would fall down on the soft bed and have a long dream. There's Melinda and Todd.The people he loves, they can only meet again in that distant kingdom of death through this method.

The snow was deep enough to cover the surface of his boots, and just when he had seen the shadow of the gate, he tripped over something and almost fell to the ground.

With the swear words stuck in his throat, he glanced casually at the ground with his cloudy eyes, and found that a hand that was purple with cold was exposed because of his movement.

This discovery caused him to sober up a little.The part of the cop that made him crouch down quickly—so fast that his eyes went black and his head ached like it would split open—to swipe the snow to see who it was. At the door of my house, after all, I have always found the tragedy of homeless people freezing to death on the street.

The snow was quickly cleared, revealing the real face of the person in the snow: a disheveled woman with light hair... He carefully turned her over, and the moment he saw her face clearly, the rest of the wine woke up .At that moment, he could barely breathe, thinking that he was dreaming, or that he was dead, and now he was on his way to the afterlife.God, he sighed, and put his fingers under her nostrils in horror, trying to make sure she was breathing.

Melinda Croft, after disappearing for so long, reappeared at their door.

If she was dead... just thinking about it made him feel like he was going to die—how many times could a person be killed?When he received the sad news of Todd and Melinda's disappearance, he had already been killed, leaving an empty skin to walk in the world. will be extinguished.Why give him a sliver of hope and take it away?He hated himself uncontrollably. If he hadn't stayed out tonight and drank so much wine, would he have come back earlier and brought his Melinda in earlier... Trembling fingers rested on Melinda. In front of Linda's nose, a icy chill penetrated into the bones, but there was no airflow he had dreamed of.

she died.She is dead.There was no trauma on her body, she died from the low temperature in winter.

Sheriff Croft put his arms around her cold body as if he were a marble statue, buried his cheek in her neck, and wept silently.

Tears rolled down from the eyeballs and soon froze in the cold winter night.His shoulders shrugged slightly, his gray head remained motionless, only a hoarse moan leaked from his throat occasionally.

"Forgive me...forgive me...I didn't..." I didn't mean it.This sentence was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

In what mood did his Melinda escape back?And how hopelessly locked out, waiting for her husband who would never return to discover her existence?

The more he imagined, the more his heart ached—he was a sinner, the sinner who killed Melinda, and a sinner who should never be redeemed for eternity.

"As long as you open your eyes, I will do anything for you."

He knelt in the snow, begging desperately to all the gods he wanted to be named.As long as she opens her eyes...

Great changes happen in a single thought.He noticed a movement in his arms, but thought it was his luck—after all, he confirmed it himself, Melinda had no heartbeat or breathing—a cold hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him get closer.

He opened his eyes, facing a pair of red eyes that were shining with a dim red light, he almost stopped breathing.Melinda opened her lips, stretched out her long fangs, and rushed to bite him on the neck.

In the cold and silent world, the only sound left was Melinda's gulp.

The slender hand pressing on his neck was stronger than he thought, almost crushing his neck bone.The world rotated before his eyes, casting strange shadows, red and green, and the afterimage of him holding her hand into the church.

It doesn't matter, this is the woman he loves with his life.The blood flowed quickly from his body, and the temperature of his body dropped little by little. Just when he thought he would die here, swallowing stopped.

She licked the wounds like a cat drinks milk, making sure they healed quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry...I didn't want to kill you." She let go of him apologetically, "...Sorry, I'm...not a human right now."

"It's okay." He looked at her again.

She was still beautiful, even more beautiful than he remembered.

He wanted to hug her but stopped hesitantly—he was just a drunken, irresponsible old man, how could he deserve her?

Seeing through his hesitation, Melinda hugged him.The cold body is undoubtedly alive.

"Honey, I came back from hell alive." Melinda leaned in his arms and showed him the same gentle smile as before, "You said...you are willing to do anything for me, this sentence Is it still valid now?"

With a mixture of fear and excitement, Sergeant Croft nodded heavily, "Anything."

"I would do anything for you."

All day Inspector Croft lived in ecstasy and terror.

Melinda refused to say where she had been for so long, only that a kind vampire saved her from dying.

The vampire had to turn her into a vampire because of the damage.

"After becoming a vampire, I was terrified."

The curtains were drawn tightly, and in the room without a ray of skylight, she shrank on the bed, "I'm terrified, can you imagine? Just a little light and a little sound can hurt me. It's not that I don't want to come to you, except for my body If the conditions are not allowed, I... I am still afraid that you will dislike me like this. "

"No." Sergeant Croft took her hand and shook his head firmly.

She is so beautiful and has a long lifespan, how can he be worthy of her?

"Finally I mustered up the courage to come to you." She turned her head, "Are you afraid of me? I am already a monster now. If you are afraid, I will go out by myself when the sun comes out..."

Sheriff Croft slammed his fist on the bed, "Don't even think about it!" His eyes were red, "I found you with great difficulty, and I must never lose you again. Melinda, you know Todd is going to What's wrong...our boy, is he okay?"

How much he wanted to hear Melinda say that Todd was with me, only he was weaker, so I was the only one back for now.He knew he was greedy like this, but people are always like this, they want more when they get a little.

"Our child is dead."

Big drops of tears like pearls fell on the sheets.

"I heard from my 'father' that he did take us out of that hell, and he not only turned me into a vampire, but also our children...he saved us, but Todd still died, not in That night, he was murdered."

Sheriff Croft was also heartbroken.His Todd, his child, his bone and blood.

Anger and hatred were burning in his chest, and his hands were shaking so badly that he almost immediately took out the shotgun and rushed to the murderer to die with him.

"Who did it?" he heard himself ask.

"Honey, don't say it, don't say it..." She covered her face and cried, "I don't believe that child would do such a thing, but... Forget it, give up revenge, I don't want to lose you."

The more he heard his wife say this, the more Sergeant Croft hated the executioner who was hiding in the dark.

His wife and children had obviously been saved and had escaped bad luck, but because of his crimes, they had to hide and part with him.Why is it like this?

"Tell me, Melinda, I will definitely seek justice for you mother and son." He raised her hand and kissed carelessly, "Please."

Hearing such an answer, she smiled abnormally, but Sergeant Croft missed the weird smile.

"It's... Carl Morrison. He's in league with the evil vampire who nearly killed my savior and tried to drag me and Todd out into the sun. Todd was always a weak kid, and soon Just screaming and turning into ashes. I almost never came back. Honey, do you know what Todd was yelling before he died?"

"What?" asked Inspector Croft numbly.

"Daddy, save me, save me, I'm hurting, I'm hurting. That's what our little Toby said."

She stared closely at her husband's pupils, her tone full of temptation, "Say it, you are willing to do anything for me. Go kill that boy and avenge me and our children."

"Kill the murderer, and use fresh blood to make up for the price of blood."

The gunfire continued, and the whole town was alarmed.

Jeffrey Morrison stared at the bullet hole in the door in shock, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead in an instant.

If it wasn't for being pulled from behind by Edgar who came quickly, he would be the one who was shot at this moment.

In his impression, the Croft family is his friends: his wife and Melinda Croft often went shopping together, Carl and Todd were classmates since childhood, Sheriff Croft even He also agreed to speak at the funeral the day after tomorrow.

"What the hell happened..." His voice was drowned out in a huge commotion.

After the door lock was broken, with a burst of kicks, the fragile door fell to the ground.

Edgar pulled Jeffrey Morrison behind him, and stared coldly at the uninvited guest in the evening.

"I'm short-tempered. Since you won't let me open the door, I'll find my way in. I hope it doesn't bother you."

Inspector Croft, gun in hand, stepped into the house with a deadpan face.His expression was abnormally dull and dull, only the raging fire was burning in the cloudy eyeballs - the anger of revenge.

Edgar could tell at a glance that he was being possessed by a vampire, but he didn't smell the same kind nearby, which made his nerves tense.

Although the hypnotic ability of vampires is innate, the ability derived from blood inheritance is also divided into strengths and weaknesses: stronger ones can make humans act according to their instructions through eye contact, while weaker ones can manipulate animals at most , which is represented by bats.If a vampire wants to achieve absolute manipulation of a human being, in addition to his own ability, he can also establish a mysterious connection between himself and his prey through blood sucking.

For example, this frail man in front of him.He exuded the aura of the vampire that was manipulating him... Edgar closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

It's a female vampire, and she shouldn't have been a vampire for too long, her blood is... He opened his eyes, and the light blue irises were full of blood.It was the magical breath of Ignatz Dulles, the man in front of him, and the female vampire controlling his sanity in the distance, both of them were full of the smell of Ignatz.

He thought he would never forget this feeling for the rest of his life.

Sergeant Croft stepped into the living room, looked around mockingly, the gun in his hand was not relaxed the whole time-the bullet hole in the door proved that he could shoot at any time if necessary.

"Are you that vampire?"

Edgar faced the black muzzle without even frowning, "What do you want to do?"

If it's just ordinary bullets, a pistol of this caliber can't hurt him at all.

But if this man was sent by Ignatz, he must be careful that the silver bullet of traits is inside.

"Do you think I'm so naive?" Sergeant Croft said expressionlessly, as if to confirm his inner thoughts, "It's a silver bullet, a silver bullet that can paralyze the heart of things like you in an instant. "

Mr. Morrison, who was pulled behind by Edgar, was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.He didn't know what happened, he only knew that his friend looked strange at the moment.

"Old man, what's the matter with you? His name is Edgar. He is a vampire, yes, but he saved me and my child. It doesn't look like something evil..."

"Shut up!" Sheriff Croft snarled as the gun moved to Jeffrey Morrison's forehead, "Shut up, you traitor, scum in league with vampires! A family that deserves to go to hell." , I was blind to treat you as friends!"

Even knowing that the gun was filled with silver bullets, Edgar still took a half step back.

If this man was to be pulled out of the brainwashing, he had to figure out exactly what kind of lies Ignatz had lied to him.

And...he had to protect Cal, who was sleeping.It was a curse carved into his body from hundreds of years ago.

"You said he was colluding with vampires, but what about you?" Edgar pointed out this fact without any emotion, "Isn't that female vampire behind you using you as well?"

The muzzle of the gun was attached to Edgar's chest, Sergeant Croft pressed it hard, "If you don't want to die, don't mention Melinda's name." He spat on the ground, "Damn vampire, Melinda is different from you, she is still so kind, and actually persuaded me to give up revenge. How could I give up? You, and that brat, you designed to murder our family, you killed my child."

He stared at Karl who was unconscious on the sofa, the back of his hand was bruised from excessive force.

After a day and night of rest, Karl's complexion became much ruddy, but the frightened expression still did not dissipate.

Everyone was silent - Mr. Morrison didn't know what happened, Edgar had other considerations, and Sheriff Croft was purely delusional.

"Put down the gun." Edgar stared at the gray-haired old man's pupils and gave an order ruthlessly.

It's not that he doesn't have other ways to deal with this man, it's just that the demon hunter has discovered their existence, and he doesn't want to hurt human beings to cause them to turn their targets to him.

Sheriff Croft was obviously in a trance for a moment, but the female vampire behind him obviously didn't want to just give up.

"I'll say it again, put the gun down and get out of this place."

Even Mr. Morrison, who is an outsider, can detect that Edgar's voice is different from before.

The outcome of the confrontation is undoubtedly that Edgar, who has lived for hundreds of years and comes from a powerful bloodline, wins.

Just when Sergeant Croft was about to get rid of the vampire's control, something unexpected happened to everyone.

Carl screamed, trying to curl up as if he saw something very scary.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Todd..." He struggled unconsciously, the wound behind him opened again, blood seeped through the bandage.

Even though his voice was not loud, it still echoed in the silent room, "I don't want to kill you, I don't want to kill you at all...you kill me, I don't want to!"

Edgar sighed inwardly.When he rushed to the scene, he only saw Carl, who was transformed into an alien angel, but he knew what happened at the scene when he didn't see Todd's vampire, but he didn't know that this scene still stayed in Carl's memory.

Even if they lose their rationality and act on instinct, they are still alone.

The brainwashing that had faded to almost non-existence once again swept Sergeant Croft's mind.

murderer.kill him.revenge.traitor.Damn it.Dad help me.

——Dad, help me, I don't want to die... I'm in pain, I'm in pain!

Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!

His bloodshot eyeballs protruded, and his whole face was contorted.

"Todd thought he was his best friend, and he killed him. Traitors, traitors, whoever betrayed our family must pay for it!"

The pistol that had been pulled out was quickly aimed at the unconscious Karl, and then pulled the trigger.

At the same moment, Edgar pinched his neck and dragged him away from the original direction.

His lips were tightly pursed, trying not to crush his neck bone - for him, killing was the easiest.

The gunshot rang out, accompanied by a muffled sound that sank into the soft tissue.

The silver ions spread rapidly, and Edgar's complexion deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Carl Morrison knew he was dreaming.

Because at this moment he was standing with Todd in front of the only train station in town.

"I've come to say goodbye to you, Karl."

Todd was carrying a semi-old suitcase, which contained the comic books that Carl had given him, and some small things that were too old to be seen.

Only Carl knows it's a toy he gave Todd, and cupcake cups.

Todd closed the box again, "Okay, the time is almost up."

The whistle of the train has already been heard in the distance, and Karl shook his head in fear.He knew what that sound was, a harbinger of parting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Todd." He bit his lip and faced Todd with difficulty, "I don't want to kill you, I don't want to kill you at all...you kill me, I don't want to."

I really don't want to hurt you.He dared not look at the expression on Todd's face.

"I know, I know everything." Todd's palm was so warm, "Don't cry, I said, don't cry, Carl."

"but……"

"I know that at that time, you were ready to be killed by a vampire and you didn't want to hurt me."

A sad fate befell them, so hastily, so violently, that they were not allowed to resist at all.

If Carl was just an ordinary boy, their places would be reversed at this moment.

Todd put down the box in his hand and gave him a final hug.

Carl still remembered that Todd's body temperature was always lower than that of ordinary people, only this time, he felt warmth in his body.

"It's time to say goodbye."

Not far away, the long, red-painted iron train can already be seen.

"sorry."

"It's nothing, thank you for helping me out."

Todd let go of him, and Carl subconsciously grabbed his hand, not letting him go.

"Well, Carl, I never blamed you—well, maybe a little bit, but it was because Daisy felt that he trusted you, and I was a little jealous." He rubbed his nose and smiled shyly , "But in the past few years, it's great to know you."

The blond, tall, thin boy with freckles on the bridge of the nose opened his desperately clasped hand finger by finger, and the whole process was brutally slow.

Karl felt the movement of his warm fingers, and even forgot to cry.

"I'll see you one day. Go back to your world. Isn't there someone waiting for you to go back?" He blinked slyly, "You like him."

Please, don't leave.The words stuck in his throat.

The dead should return to the world of the dead, this is the law of the world.

The tin train stopped in front of them, Todd waved at him, and was pulled up by the flight attendant who couldn't see his face clearly.

"One last request, maybe too much, but please save my parents. Please, Carl."

Carl opened his eyes just in time to see Edgar shot in front of him.

"No!"

Sergeant Croft opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe that he really hit the vampire in front of him. Soon, he calmed down, and a cruel and happy smile appeared on his lips.

"Then let's start with you!" He said grimly, "Take care of you first, and then that brat, don't even try to run away!"

He raised his wrist, trying to aim another shot at Edgar's heart, to ensure that the vampire would never have the ability to stand up again.

Immediately afterwards, he found that his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and he couldn't move no matter how he forced it.In horror, he glanced at the shadows under his feet from the corner of his eye, and found that their boundaries became extremely blurred, stretching to another person on the other side, and from the depths of them, countless tiny tentacles clung to his body, Take away all control of his body.

The lights flickered, and the night view of the town that could have been seen through the window disappeared. The whole house seemed to be wrapped in a huge invisible shadow, completely isolated from the world.

Carl's pupils turned into foggy black again.

He jumped off the sofa lightly and walked towards them step by step with bare feet.

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