murder poppy

The hunter who deliberately touches the tail of the beast ends up reaping the consequences.

Andre's eyes were as cold as a blade, like a dragon whose scales had been uncovered, "You ask too many questions, human."

Lyons raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, the coffin closed with a "bang!"

Lyons was about two meters away from the coffin, and the sound of the coffin closing hit his ears.

The hunter curled his lips, but he was not in a bad mood. He extinguished the kerosene lamp for the consultant who lost his temper without complaint, closed the window, and got into the cold quilt.

Bloodlines never need warmth.There is only enough firewood in the fireplace to maintain the indoor temperature at about fifteen degrees Celsius, providing a suitable temperature for the awakened day walker.

But for normal humans, this amount of heat is not enough.Lyons fell asleep wrapped in a cloak, and woke up from the cold in the middle of the night.

The little sparks in the fireplace had gone out.The last bit of light in the room disappeared, and a coffin was placed squarely in the center of the hall.

The atmosphere is a little scary.

Lyons stared at the coffin, and the coffin lying "peacefully" in the silence made him feel a little dazed for a moment.It seems that the vampire lying inside is not the breathing, talking, or even angry vampire.It was a lifeless "corpse".

Lyons didn't know how long Andre had lived.

When I met Andre for the first time, it was in an ancient castle closest to the jungle.Black and purple vines wrapped around the walls and extended into the arched windows.

The old castle was dead silent, not even a dormant bat hanging under the lamp holder.

He seemed to have walked into a palace, and what was enshrined inside was a coffin bound tightly by a silver chain and filled with spells in blood.

A sword is stuck straight in the center of the silver lock.

This is a ritual among blood clans, and Lyons happens to know this ritual.

The nobles who betrayed the rules in the blood clan and were demoted from the altar will be executed.Their hearts were cursed and sent to the coffin, and a long sword had to be pierced through the chest to make Satan forgive the sins of the criminals.

Lyons didn't know what the blood race here did wrong, and he didn't need to know.

Those days were the third battle between human beings and vampires. He came from the castle of vampires, and his body was covered with the blood of vampires.

All he needs to do is kill.

So Lyons pulled out the silver sword, cut off the chain, pushed open the coffin lid, and saw the blond vampire whose heart had been pierced.

Lyons closed his eyes. In his memories, Andre's skin was pale like blood, his cheeks were thin, and he was lying in the coffin with his hands crossed, like a sacrificial offering.

He remembered his dagger piercing the vampire's heart.Then the wrists were held by a pair of slender, skinny, powerful hands.

The blood was smeared on his hands, and the thrill of killing and conquering came flooding back with memories.

The sleeping monster opened its eyes, looked at him and said——

"Andre! Andre! Are you awake!"

"..."

The darkness, vines, and the smell of blood that filled the nostrils suddenly faded away.

Lyons rubbed his throbbing temples, and pulled the door open.

Carl, who was enthusiastic outside the door, was defenseless because he kept knocking on the door, and staggered forward, almost falling into the arms of the South District businessman he hated the most.

"Why are you!" Carl gave Lyons a disgusted look, pushed him away, and looked into the room with his head raised. "Where's Andre?"

Lyons took a deep breath, frowned and said in dissatisfaction: "Aren't you a vampire, what are you doing when you get up early in the morning?"

"We're awakening! We're not really turning into vampires. Most of our habits are still the same as those of humans. People who are ignorant and ignorant don't speak much!" Carl probed his head, and his loud voice made the spacious room lively.

After Karl's continuous "effort", the sound of wood rubbing against each other sounded.Amid Karl's attentive face, Andre sat up frowning.

"Andre!" Karl called, running to the coffin.Lyons rationally chose to sit on the sofa, away from the vampire who had just woken up.

It was bright outside the window, which was not a good time for Andre to get up.What's more, when he opened his eyes, he saw a flaxen head and a pair of bright blue eyes dangling in front of him.The whole morning seemed fantastic.

Karl's hair is naturally curly and fluffy.It suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, like a small animal with fried hair.

Andre paused for a moment, rubbed his fingers on it, "Miss."

"Miss? Who is Mass?" Carl was dazed by the sudden touch. He only thought that Andre's dazed appearance just waking up was very beautiful.

Lyons, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't lose his ears, and interjected to answer, "The fat pig he raises at home.".

Andre was only in a daze for a moment. Hearing Lioness' slander against Juan Er, he unceremoniously threw away the oil lamp hanging on the wall.

The lamp oil has been burned out, and the lamp body is not hot.At best, it can be regarded as an oversized hidden weapon.

Lyons ducked sideways, reaching out to grab the lamp to keep it from falling on the carpet.The hunter's skills are not ostentatious, and he easily caught the hidden weapon.

After placing the oil lamp safely on the coffee table, Lions reflected on himself, thinking that maybe he should stand a little further away next time.

Andre let go of the little anger of being woken up, and said to Carl calmly, "My cat."

"Oh. The name sounds nice." Carl praised sincerely.

"Thank you, I feel the same way."

Andre was about to get up, Carl quickly took a few steps back and carried it on his back.Give Andre enough respect.

Although the vampire in the coffin was well-dressed and neatly dressed, with only a few messy blond hairs all over his body, Karl still maintained his good manners.

After Andre finished tidying up, Carl smiled heartily at Andre and said, "The guild can register in the morning, we'd better go early, otherwise it will be troublesome to register when the population is checked at noon."

Lyons walked up to the two of them and asked, "Investigate the population?"

"Yes. The guild checks the number of people every day. Especially the day walkers. The awakened and unawakened states must also be monitored at all times. The unregistered day walkers who are detected will be sent to compulsory management, and they can only come back after making sure they are safe."

Carl urged them to hurry up without looking back, "Trust me, you don't want to accept compulsory management."

Andre paused.

In fact, he was curious about what compulsory management looked like.They don't really want to make a home on the black market.Nord promised to help them hold Owen, but it is not certain how long they can hide it.

If you can get into the black mandala faster, it's not a big deal to be dangerous.

Lyons saw what he was thinking, and while Carl didn't notice the two people who were behind, he pushed Andre and said, "There's no rush. Mandatory management is too passive, and it may only be the bottom-level part. Let's hide here for safety first."

Andre glanced at him, nodded, and followed Carl's pace.

The person registered by the management guild was a middle-aged man with a beard, showing bulging muscles, and a long scar on his hand.

The man knew Karl, and greeted him when he saw him from a distance: "Hey, there's a newcomer here! The beggar business is good recently?"

Carl handed the crumpled business card to the man: "Don't mention him to me, go out and kill that bastard sooner or later."

"Come on, I just lied to you for a while, everyone Qian Quan. You're doing well here. You can't get out, so it's useless to think about it." The man scraped off the word "red hair" that had been scraped off a corner. , wrote something down in the notebook, and then looked at Andre and Lyons.

"Is it all for the 'divine blood'?"

"Yes." Lyons said, interrupting what Carl was about to say.

Man: "Name."

"Lines." Lines pointed to Andre and said, "Andre."

"Okay, let's go in." The man pointed inside, "Karl knows the place, and he will take you there."

Lions nodded, urging Carl to leave quickly with his eyes.

Karl looked at him suspiciously, and after seeing that Andre had no objection, he walked into the guild.

"Why ask Andre to take another test, you are not a day walker, why are you doing the test?"

"How did you feel when you saw Andre?"

"Ah?" Carl was stunned for a moment, and there was a sudden flush on his face, "It's... very amazing."

"If you think this way, everyone here will think the same way. Too much attention is not a good thing." Lyons looked at Carl.

"Blood tests can monitor the status of the day walkers. This approach will only make the guild pay more attention to you." Karl said with disapproval.

"That's not bad either."

Carl expressed his incomprehension of the merchants in the southern district with twitching corners of his mouth.Give Lyons a pure and beautiful eye white, and turn around to lead the way.

Lioness pissed the enthusiastic big dog away from Andre, and contentedly took his place next to the advisor: "Is there a way to fake Daywalker blood?"

"It depends on the detection method." Andre said, "You don't even have a solution, so you just make a decision?"

"It doesn't matter whether there is a method or not." Lyons said, "The guild's bloodline will attract the attention of the guild. We can use this to break into the interior. It is like a net that is cast, and when to collect it depends on the timing."

Andre took a look at Lioness, and confirmed that this blood hunter had never thought of hiding his identity when he came to the black market, and was down-to-earth to be a spy.

While Andre doesn't like humans, he has an uncommon interest in mischief.

Lyons was obviously uneasy and kind, which was exactly what Andre wanted.

Only Carl, who was deceived into a fog, was left to lead the way conscientiously, pretending that he was leading two "lost lambs".

Guilds are empty shells.The brick-and-stone houses exuded a gloomy and cold air, and in the two-story tower building, only the registration office at the entrance and the attic for testing were occupied.

Carl stopped on the attic stairs, a little unnaturally: "Go in, I won't go, I will wait for you outside."

"What's in it that makes you so afraid." Lioness asked.

"It's nothing. It's just... the formation inside will make us uncomfortable. Andre must also feel it."

Lyons looked at Andre.

The other party put one hand on the handle of the stairs, slightly raised his head and stared at the ordinary wooden door that could no longer be ordinary.

"I smell blood."