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Carl's cabin is full of people, all waiting for the return of the new members.The daywalkers looked at Andre and Lyons with burning eyes.

"Brand." Carl reminded in a low voice.

Andre took out the two wooden signs, and immediately heard a few disdainful sneers.

Karl glared at a group of sunwalkers, but could do nothing.He snorted and dragged Andre upstairs.

"You don't care about them, they only have that kind of virtue. In fact, they are just a bunch of C-level blood, even I can't beat them. There must be something wrong with the formation, you are very strong." Karl said angrily.

Andrei, amused by his reaction, waved his hand in front of Karl.

Karl was stunned for two seconds, only to see Andre in front of him disappearing, an old man wrapped in a cloak at the corner of the table, on the ground in front of the old man, the formation was covered by dust, and a soft gray light shone slightly.

Everything around is extremely real, the trembling lunatic, the huge formation, and the dark attic.Carl's breathing gradually became heavy, and his mind became chaotic.

"Wake up." Lioness snapped his fingers in front of Carl, and said to Andre, "You really won't let anyone off."

"To save him from being so entangled." Andre shrugged.

Carl was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Just...was that an illusion just now!!?"

"Cheating the old lunatic, isn't it a violation?" Andre said with a smile.

Carl nodded frantically and looked at him adoringly.On the other hand, Lions glanced at the vampire squinting his eyes, and said coldly, "I don't care about you in the black market, we'll talk about it when we go back."

Andre shrugged, put his finger on his wrist, pointed and looked at Lions.Wordlessly expressing: The suppressor is gone, be careful with your words and deeds, sir.

Karl resolved the doubts in his heart and got to the point: "In addition to the wooden token, the old lunatic should have returned the blood of the gods. You...don't drink it if you can, it's not a good thing."

He lowered his voice, and squinted his eyes and stared at Reins unkindly while saying, "Although you are not a good person, I would like to advise you, don't touch that thing if you are dying."

Lyons took out the test tube containing the purple-red liquid and asked, "The purpose of my coming is to live a long life, and now you tell me that this thing is useless?"

"You rich people just dream too much." Carl took a sip and taunted, "Drink if you don't want to die, I have reminded you. When the time comes, you will become inhuman and ghostly and don't come to your grandpa. I cry."

Lyons weighed the test tube and didn't express his opinion. Instead, he asked, "Is it true that everyone outside drank the blood of the gods?"

"Yes."

Lyons: "You are day walkers, and you will awaken after drinking the blood of the gods. What about ordinary people?"

Carl sneered with a sullen face: "A hero greedy for treasures will eventually become a dragon guarding jewels. If you want to live forever, you should pay the corresponding price."

Lyons nodded and put the test tube back into his pocket: "Thank you for the reminder, you should go."

The other party's order to chase away guests was so perfect that he even opened the door for him.

Carl glanced at Lions, snorted, and decided to leave.

"He's very contradictory." When Carl's figure disappeared at the stairs, Lyons said suddenly.

"In the abyss, I am good at self-deprecating and greedy. But I can't help but remind me." Andre sat on the sofa, and the gradually setting sun gave a ray of sunlight across the living room, separating the hunter and the vampire.

The sun fell on Lyons, he looked at the vampire sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, and suddenly said, "He was a human before."

"He is also now." The voice of the blood race was long and ethereal, like a kind of disdain, a kind of emotion.More like a heavy word.

Lynes was silent.Neither agree nor contradict.

The sunlight, air, people, and blood-sucking monsters in the living room seemed to freeze, turning into a painting handed down from generation to generation.

"Compared to this." Andre opened his eyes, the dark golden pupils were extremely clear on the dark side of the house, "We should study the business."

"The formation in the attic is a complex collection formation. The operation principle of the formation is very simple. It collects blood and analyzes the similarity with the existing blood when new blood is added." Andre said, "Simply speaking, Check whether the blood contains the blood lineage."

"The inspection rules for collecting formations are divided into grades." Reins followed his train of thought, "The bloodlines of the princes of the blood clan are all different, so how do you classify them? And how do you know whose is the benchmark for judging the degree of similarity?"

Lyons was silent for a moment, and said, "That vampire in the southern district has something to do with you, right?"

Andre stood up, threw the test tube casually, caught it, and threw it again.His movements are casual, but his mood is not like this.

"He's just an ordinary vampire with blood." Andre narrowed his eyes, as if he hated the vampire he mentioned. "But he does have a high degree of coincidence with my blood, which can explain today's test results."

Andre: "No matter who is the dominant blood in the formation, ordinary people without 'potential' can be screened out through this method. Make sure that the divine blood is distributed to the day walkers."

"This." Andre picked up the test tube and said, "The potion given to me by the blood hunting agent contains addictive poison, but it does not have the ingredients to cause the seal. There is no mandala mark on the back of the agent's hand. This god The blood is different from the divine blood he brought."

"They have different management policies for ordinary humans and day walkers." Lyons said, "For ordinary humans, it's like attracting believers and using drugs to lure them. But for day walkers..."

"It's more like animal taming." Andre answered lightly.

Neither "taming" nor "beast" is a nice word.Lyons chose to acquiesce.He then asked: "The old man in the attic, did he become like that because of the curse seal?"

"That depends on what kind of curse this mandala imprint is." Andre pulled out the cork, and a sweet, greasy smell wafted out with a trace of alcohol and fishy smell, which smelled like expired low-quality wine.

"Do you want a drink?" Lioness thought for a moment, and suggested, "How about I come."

Andre looked at him with raised eyebrows, meaning he needed a reason.

"You can break the curse, but I can't." Lyons said, "I don't want to face a blood prince in an unknown state."

"If this curse can hold me, drink it and you're done, my dear sir."

Lyons frowned, hesitated to speak, and finally did not stop Andre's behavior.

The capacity of the test tube was small, and Andre swallowed the "sacred blood" and put down the test tube: "The people who study the divine blood have a more normal sense of taste than the researchers in your guild..."

"What's the matter?" Lyons couldn't let go of his frown, and Andre's teasing stopped abruptly, and the prominent veins on the back of his hands made him a little nervous, "Andre?"

The test tube let out a fragile scream, and it became fragmented pieces of glass in Andre's hands.

Andre has no time to deal with Lyons.The liquid he drank was like a hot stream rushing into his throat, colliding with his own blood pulse.

Poisons, the blood of fellow men, and potions with curses.Several kinds of almost fatal liquids caused the body to resist instinctively.

The pale skin on the back of the hand has a few turbid streaks, and the lingering smoke crawls out of the blood vessels, like entangled insects, condensing into the image of a mandala with upside-down petals.

"Andre." Lioness touched the silver gun on his hip with his right hand.

If the vampires themselves did not do it deliberately, it would be difficult for human beings to feel the coercion brought by the blood of the blood.But at this moment, Andre instinctively defended like a territory that had been violated, and the air was full of stagnant murderous aura.The suffocation engulfed Lions, even affecting the lowly day walkers downstairs.

Lyons exhaled, grabbed the right hand with only green smoke walking on the skin, and aimed the gun at Andre's chest silently.

The dark golden eyes are like a pair of blood moons at this moment, staring at the human beings who desperately approached.

Andre's eyelashes seemed to be beaded by the moonlight.Blinking, swearing at the vampire's possession of the body.

The weak-breathing vampire pampered the silver gun on his chest, and pressed it against Lyons' ear. The breath sounded in the hunter's earlobe, cold and damp, "Dagger, lend me a use."

Lyons' body froze for a moment. The vampire's body temperature was too cold compared to that of a human. The pair of powerful claws approached him, making him want to pull the trigger for a moment.

That's death dancing in the ear.

"Right." Lioness said, loading the silver gun and pressing it tightly against Andre's chest, "What are you going to do?"

"Curse seal, pick it out."

The dagger on the right waist was suddenly unsheathed, and the sound of metal bumping against leather hit the two people's ears.

The curse seal on the back of the hand seemed to be alive again, and the "petals" of the mandala began to flee.Andre struck quickly and accurately, and the blade swam freely under the skin, as if it wasn't his flesh and blood that was stirred.

The blood that suddenly flowed out was like poison, and the wisps of smoke gradually slowed down. The skin was picked out by the tip of the knife, and disappeared after emitting a puff of black smoke.

The oppressive feeling in the air dissipated.

Andre threw away the dagger, looked down at the silver gun that was pressed against his chest provocatively, and pressed the corner of his mouth and said, "Sir, can I sue you for sexual harassment?"

What he said seemed to be joking, but his tone was frighteningly cold.

Lyons retracted his silver gun, picked up the dagger on the ground, wiped it clean and put it back into the scabbard, explaining: "The chances of shooting you through the heart are the best. I don't have the boring hobby you think. Sex///love belt The benefit from coming is about zero, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Andre licked the wound on his right hand.He struck quickly and ruthlessly, the tip of the knife almost penetrated into the bone seam, even though the blood race had strong resilience, it would take half an hour to heal from the bone.

He tidied up his clothes, and wiped again and again the place where the silver gun touched in disgust.The human touch really made him sick.

"Are there any aftereffects?" Lyons asked, staring at him.

"The curse mark is the most troublesome thing, and it won't hurt if you pull it out in time." Andre raised his hand, and the scattered glass shards floated up on the ground, and they automatically lay down in the trash can.

"If it weren't for my bloodline to crush the vampire who cast the curse, it wouldn't be so easy to break the curse. If I take the divine blood regularly, even if it is me, it will be very troublesome to pull it out." Andre commented, "This divine blood, Genius."

The author says:

Karl's status is equal to that of Mass, maybe a little less.

You who commented that he looks like a dog are telling the truth!