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The daywalkers outside the "temple" are still divided into two groups.

The D-level daywalker group is in the corner, and the C-level and above are scattered in various positions in front of the temple.

The nun came with a silver basin, followed by the envoys who called up the servants of the gods.

As soon as they arrived, the relief in the center of the temple door began to turn, opening the door to the god's faithful followers.

"Everyone, please." The nuns' voice echoed in the empty hall, and a row of nuns stood inside the door, leading different people to different residences.

The layout of the old Bloodhunt site is almost exactly the same as the new Bloodhunt. Daywalkers and messengers above C-level live on the second floor, while the rest live on the ground floor.

The nuns patiently led every believer to the home blessed by God, and blessed everyone, as well as today's sacrament

—A piece of divine blood.

Everyone reacts differently after receiving communion.Most of the day walkers were ecstatic, but the messengers looked dignified.

Lyons took the divine blood from the nun, and the dark red liquid flowed in the darkness, as if some terrible monster was lurking inside.

There were endless cheers from up and down the temple.The scene looked like a man in distress fleeing into Noah's Ark.

Lyons shut the door of his cheers, and rummaged through the pack alone to find out how much brown bread and jerky was left in the pack.

The old butler had a clever plan, and the extra water bags and dried meat were not wasted at all, and even became life-saving food for his master.

Lyons took off his cloak and put it on the table.The bat in the hood spread its wings and painstakingly peeled off the linen clothes, poked its head out, squinted its eyes at the unrecognizable hunter, and changed back into a vampire with a "bang".

Because the temple has been abandoned for too long, the location is remote, sometimes it is empty, and it is very cold.There is a large fireplace in the room, but there is no firewood.

In addition to the gorgeous decoration, this place is not as comfortable as the black market.

"Are all the rooms like this?" Andre asked.

"The ones on the second floor are all the same. I took a quick look. At least the fireplaces are empty. If there is fuel in the cabinet, it will be different." Lyons replied.

"The temperature here is not friendly to humans. They don't even have bedding. If they live for half a month, low-level day walkers are very likely to freeze to death." Andre picked up the blood on the table and said, "If these people If you live less than half a month, you don't need to worry about the temperature."

Upon hearing this, Lyons turned his head to look at him, then lowered his head and continued to arrange dry food.

"It's going to be a little noisy tonight." Lioness gnawed off half a piece of black bread, and while chewing, wrapped his cloak around his body and rolled it up on the warmer sofa, "I need to rest."

So please be quiet.

The hunter's decisively closed eyes revealed this information.

It was the first time that Andre was bothered by people after living for so long.The prince, who had been in the heat for a long time, felt as cold as the surrounding air in an instant. He grabbed the cloak from Lioness and wrapped it around him, and found two small sofa cushions and threw them on Lions.

No one has lived in the house for a long time, and half the thickness of the sofa cushion is due to dust.The cold air instantly became stale, and the smell of dust made the hunter frowned and coughed.

Andre buttoned up the buttons with satisfaction, put on the hood, and covered his pale skin and golden hair tightly, "Good night, Mr. Inspector."

Regardless of the officer in the cloud of smoke, he left a thoughtful blessing, turned around and closed the door with a "bang".

The decoration of the old blood hunting site has a weird religious atmosphere.The huge arched windows are made of stained glass, drawing different pictures.

A few green vines crawled outside the glass, obstinately covering the gorgeous glass, and the light refracted into the hall after the darkness increased, which was oppressive and uncomfortable.

The picture on the glass window is the same as the circular carving outside the door.These are not the ones that existed before Bloodhunt, but are newly replaced.At least since Andre remembered, he had never seen such a sculpture.

The hall was empty, and a needle could be heard.There was a row of neat, small footsteps in the distance.

Andre hid in the corner, hiding in the darkness.

Under the dim but radiant stained glass, a row of nuns wrapped in black robes drifted past like ghosts.They walk lightly, are about the same height and shape, and their exposed skin reflects the portraits on the stained glass.

The yellow, green and red glass elongates and twists on the white skin of the women, like a mural in another world.

The nuns dragged a glazed bottle in their hands, which contained a thick, dark red liquid.Andre smelled it in the cool air, it was plasma.

They passed the stained glass windows, passed the stairs on the second floor, and drew formations in front of the doors of every house where "believers" lived.

The pure white quill was stained with plasma, and a drop or two of scarlet blood dripped on the ground from time to time.

The nuns moved neatly, drawing row by row, and soon every room on the first floor was marked.They put away the bottles and pens, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor in the usual posture.

Andre hid in the corner, and the nuns passed by him without looking sideways, without paying any attention to an "spectator" standing beside him.

The house on the second floor did not escape the catastrophe, and even the door of the house where the messengers lived was painted with formations.

When the nuns finished their work, the bottles in their hands just happened to be empty. Only the blood-stained quills and the smell of cooling in the air proved what was in these bottles.

Andre turned down the stairs after the nuns left to observe the pattern on the first floor.

The air on the first floor is cloudier than that on the second floor.It doesn't smell bad, but it makes Andre perceive the taste of food.

Vampire food is not delicious.

The scarlet magic circle on the downstairs room has not yet dried up, and the blood is dripping down in rows, like a guillotine urging death.

Several magic circles have changed from dark red to bright red.The dripping blood flowed retrogradely, plumping the magic circle as if being swallowed.

An open mouth is drawn in the middle of the magic circle, with sharp teeth arranged like a wolf's teeth, and mysterious characters are written around it.

The smell of blood was particularly strong outside the glowing room of the magic circle.Andre didn't choose to enter these rooms, but turned around and went upstairs.

The pattern on the upper floor is the same as that on the downstairs, except that the open mouths outside a few houses have turned into half-closed eyes.Apart from the messenger's house, there are only three houses with this pattern.Andre recalled that these people were all B-level day walkers.

There are only a few luminous formations on this layer.After the nuns, the temple was completely quiet, and Andre was bored, and he didn't have the kindness to do coolies to eliminate all the formations.So he pushed open the door quietly, held down the formation that suddenly came alive and bared his fangs, and walked into the room unscathed.

The room was very gloomy and cold, and the dust that floated up had already sunk back to the ground.Lyons on the sofa wrapped himself in the sofa cushions and curled himself up into a warming position.

"Misprediction, human." Andre looked down at him, "Tonight is very quiet."

The moon is half setting, and the sun is rising in the sky.Andre didn't need to sleep. He smelled the smell of blood and was still a little hungry, so he leaned against the door frame and looked at the moon to change his mood.

When the sun was officially hanging in the sky, the first scream finally came from the silent temple.

"Ah! Help! Help! He's dead, he's dead!! Help! There's a monster!"

With a huge "bang" on the first floor, a daywalker rushed out in a panic, yelling in the lobby, he fell to the ground, and pointed to the house.His pupils constricted in fright.

The other daywalkers pushed open the door one after another when they heard the noise.

Andre rubbed his ears and opened his eyes: "It's so noisy. It's not just a dead person."

Lyons woke up a long time ago. Hearing this, he turned and looked at Andre: "How do you know the dead man?"

Andre took off the cloak on his body and threw it to Lyons, turning into a bat and flying into the hood, "Not only do I know that there are dead people, but I also know that there are more than one dead."

The bat stretched out its small claws and said to Lyons with a smile on its face, "Guess, is it ten or twenty? Human greed is really interesting."

A few people gathered sparsely downstairs.The formation on the door has long since disappeared completely.

Lyons opened the door and said in a deep voice, "The number is wrong."

The number of people is more than wrong. When the D-level daywalkers came, it seemed like a huge team, but at this time, not even one-fifth of them opened the door and came out.

The man lying on the ground pointed to the room and said, "Dead...dead! Dead!"

"What's dead? Can you speak up? Coward! Little girl!" A bearded man panicked after being shouted, and glared at the thin man on the ground.

His voice gave many people confidence, and they all came out of panic.

"Let's see, what's dead?" The bearded man grabbed the man and dragged him into the room. The man was terrified, and regardless of his rude actions, he coiled himself on the bearded arm and lit the room.

The bearded man cursed all the way, and when he entered the room, he cursed loudly, then turned his head to look at the companion who had seen the young man, and gritted his teeth, shouting: "Open the door! Quick!"

The daywalkers on the second floor have been watching from the sidelines, as if they have nothing to do with the low-level people below.

Several of these people were day walkers who came out of Karl's house. Reins turned his head and glanced at Huos and Huangmao. Both of them were standing in the corridor, showing no intention of going down to help.

At the end, the room where the messenger lives.Karl was holding onto the railing, and seemed a little anxious, and the messenger on the side had an ugly look on his face.Carl looked towards Lioness, looking at the indifferent Howth and Huangmao, with an angry expression on his face.

Lyons stretched out a hand and waved it, blocking Carl's view.

"Don't act rashly." Lyons said with mouth shape.

Carl gritted his teeth and nodded, turning his gaze downstairs.

At this time, the daywalkers had already opened the doors one by one, and the hall became lively.Crying, screaming, and the sound of hammering the door continued to appear, and a group of people stood aside with unclear expressions.

In the center of the hall gathered one after another withered corpses, some with high levels and some with low levels.Those with the highest level couldn't hold on to the hall, and turned into a puddle of dust halfway.

In a panic, the nun carried a wooden plate covered with a cloth, passed the pile of corpses, and came to the Sunwalker, opened the curtain, and there was a row of divine blood underneath.

"It's time for dinner, my lords."