murder poppy

Karl was squatting in the room in a daze. The jerky that Noz gave him last night had run out, and he endured for a long time before drinking the good-looking blood.

There was a "snap" on the doorknob, and a man in a hood walked in from outside the room.

Carl was taken aback, and he was relieved to see the person coming, "Lines, what are you doing here?"

"Lines" smiled at him, that smile was extraordinarily elegant, and revealed a natural sense of distance, making Carl freeze there for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable all over.

"You...what's the matter with you?"

"Come to find you to conspire to rebel."

Carl watched "Lines" take off his hood, his tough face became cold, and his complexion turned paler by several degrees.

"Andre!?" Carl yelled, quickly covered his mouth, and whispered, "What did you just say you were going to do?"

"Rebellion." Andre said after thinking carefully for a while, "or should I say, helping the evildoers?"

Carl couldn't understand what Andre said, blinking his eyes, the face of a big man was almost exactly the same as the ugly bat in his pocket.

Andre doesn't need him to understand, the less he understands, the better, "Where's your blood, have you drank it?"

"No, no." Carl bent down on the ground, found the blood thrown under the sofa, and handed it to Andre.

Andre took it and put it in his inner pocket.

Throughout the day, the temple was still quiet. Knowing that the sun was going to set in the afternoon, only a few sunwalkers who were almost collapsed cried downstairs and knocked on the gate of the temple.After being helpless, he returned to his house.

This time, most of the daywalkers on the first floor stayed in groups of a few, and only a very small number of people stayed alone.

That night, there was a furry animal whispering in the ears of all the daywalkers.

"Would you like to go out?"

"Would you like to go out?"

Some people shed tears after being panicked, some responded, and some dismissed it.

Andre listened to the information brought back by each bat in Karl's room, and wrote down some room numbers.

Night really fell, and again the nuns, nocturnal ghosts, walked through the halls illuminated by stained glass, drawing formations on the walls outside the Daywalker Gate.

After the faint footsteps left, Andre led Carl out of the house.

The first floor was quiet, and many formations on the second floor had already begun to operate.Carl was taken aback by these bloody formations, and followed closely behind Andre, not leaving a step.

Andre pushed open the door on the first floor first, and the dark red bloody mouth on the formation suddenly came alive, much more ferocious than the one outside Lions' door last night.

But no matter how fierce a cat is, it can only be a cat.Andre entered the room easily.

There were three daywalkers in the room, all with their eyes open, looking at Andre in horror.

"Good evening. Gentlemen." Carl stood up, greeted the Sunwalkers with a strange smile, and then said something like a sound of nature.

"Do you want to go out?"

The daywalkers nodded like rattles, looking at Karl hesitantly and dependently, as if they were looking at the savior.

Then, three figures climbed out of the temple along the window of the house.The moment the window opened, the formation frantically rushed towards the crowd as if being attacked, and its bleeding teeth were so sharp that they could bite off steel bars.

Daywalker was taken aback, unable to grasp the windowsill with his hands and feet, he fell out of the temple with a bang, and landed on the sparse grass in the corner.

Andre stopped in front of Karl to open the blood, dripped a few drops on the ground, and sprinkled the collected blood of the three people on the carpet.

Seeing the blood, the formation became quiet for an instant, and the bloody mouth swayed back slowly, absorbing the little blood that fell on the ground, and returned to the operation mode.

The three day walkers who escaped from the temple hid in the corner, and hid in the nearby bushes according to the route given by Karl.

The forest at night was deep and terrifying, and the three of them were almost scared out of their wits, but they all squatted in it obediently, motionless.

Karl was so frightened by the formation that he was almost speechless, and the inscrutable look on his face disappeared completely.

Andre patted him on the shoulder, "You did a good job. You are quite suitable for a magic stick."

"..." This doesn't sound like a compliment at all.

After walking through several rooms in this way, there are almost ten rescued day walkers, but only ten people.

In those rooms that were not recorded by Andre, half of the formations had already started to operate, and the bright red blood nourished the formations, like a huge, wicked ruby.

Karl laughed so hard that his facial muscles stiffened. When he looked at the formations in motion, his stiff skin pulled out a trace of fear and anger.

They had already walked through the room on the first floor, and Karl stood at the stairs and asked Andre, "What about the second floor..."

Andre thought about it and said, "There is one."

In that room was a woman, a rare woman.

She enjoyed the most noble treatment among all daywalkers-being carried downstairs by a group of bats.

Because it was a pregnant woman.

The woman looks about three or four months old, but according to her description, the child is already six months old.It is only because it is difficult to obtain food with high nutritional value in the black market that it seems that there is no movement in the stomach.

The child's father is also a day walker. He was taken back by the guild a few months ago and never came back.Both parents are low-level day walkers. After having a child, the blood of a woman is purer.

"Did you drink divine blood during pregnancy?" Andre asked.

The woman hesitated and finally nodded.

Andre didn't say anything, and called the bat to send the woman down.The woman and the child in her belly were very thin, but in the end it was two people. The little bat staggered and flew out of the window, allowing the pregnant woman to land smoothly, and then scattered in a herd.

Except for the women, none of the daywalkers on the second floor were interested in leaving or even a little bit shaken.

The higher a person's ability, the greater his greed.This is in line with Andre's understanding of human beings, so it is not surprising.

On the contrary, Karl hesitated for a long time before returning to the room, and pointed to the room of the messengers: "Then... what about them."

Andre stepped into the door with half a foot, and stared at Carl closely.

Carl also felt a little ridiculous, and when he was about to apologize, Andre asked: "Who do you think among them wants to leave?"

Carl got stuck, he thought about it for a long time, and said a name.

Andre nodded, "Which room is he in?"

The half-closed eyes on the messenger's door have been opened, protruding outward dripping with blood.Andre put on the hood, changed his face to that of Lyons, and chinned Karljan: "Push the door."

Carl looked back at him in surprise.

"Shut up, how I open your door, how you push this door."

Andrei is so majestic that it cannot be questioned.Karl was wronged, and after doing enough mental construction, he put on the hood, closed his eyes and pressed his palm on it.

The smell of blood exploded in an instant, and two rows of sharp teeth melted from the depths of the pupils.The wooden door was sticky with blood.Carl's palm touched the cold, wet, smooth surface, and it spun dribblingly under his palm.

The two rows of fangs in the center of the pupils of the eyes are like flytraps for hunting, opening docilely, waiting for the arrival of prey.

The huge mouth is like a beast, and the bite force is amazing, half of the hand bones will be broken in one bite.Carl felt the fishy wind coming from the pavement, and wanted to shrink his hands, but another chill swept over his back.

This burst of breath is more leisurely, slower, and sharper, with an ethereal, fishy-sweet taste.

The movement of the teeth falling down slowed down, and before the skin was pierced to see blood, he retreated obediently.

With the palm of the hand free of the obstruction of the eyeballs, he pushed forward

The door opened.

"Who... Carl?" The people in the room were not asleep, and the oil lamp stubbornly lit up a corner of the space.

Andre looked at the envoy who was remembered by Karl, and found that they had met once.He was standing, the kind of meeting that made the other party dizzy.

Noz was surprised by Karl's arrival, and was also surprised by the way the two dressed.Instinctively stood up and made a defensive posture.

Andre covered up his breath tightly, allowing Karl to play his acting skills and fool his "approved" messenger.

"Noz." Carl's face was sullen, the hood took out most of the shadows, and with the angular jawline, he looked mysterious.

"Do you want to leave here? Leave God."

Noz, holding his oil lamp and a leather-wrapped silver blade in his hand, froze.

His hesitation and heartbeat showed clues on his face. Carl was at a loss for words. The little bat in his pocket crawled from his pocket to his neck at some point, and said softly, "Kill him."

Carl was dumbfounded.

The bat slipped into the sleeve and bit his arm. His right arm was numb. Carl was dizzy. He saw that he had snatched Noz's knife and inserted it into the lower part of his left chest quickly and accurately.

Andre waited for the opportunity to move in the rear, and pushed down with the oil lamp.

The pool of blood left by Noz excited the trembling eyes outside the door.A lot of blood clotted into a thread, crawled along the carpet and out the window, until they met a pair of rough, clean boots.

Andre blocked the window, looking down at the blood lines "mildly".

Carl's arm was sore, and the bat biting his wrist let go and ran back to his ear, murmuring.

Carl pursed his lips, his face was as white as Andre's, staring coldly at the boiling blood, and said in a deep voice, "Go back."

The array stopped.

Carl was in pain.

Andre patted his right arm reassuringly, and rubbed the little bat's head as a reward.

It's cold and serious, but it's just that the bat's bite hurts too much, it's sore and numb, and the pain goes deep into the bone.This combat power is completely different from the little bat's appearance.

After dealing with Noz, Andre's operation came to a successful conclusion.He didn't restrain himself when he returned to the house, and directly eliminated the formation on the door.

Karl rubbed his arms, crouched in a corner of the sofa with his face twisted, pulled out the sleeping bat in his pocket, and squeezed its mouth open.

The teeth of the little bat are also small, milky white and somewhat transparent.Carl stretched out his fingers, and decided that he would not make this thing unpleasant if he was killed in the future.

"Good job." Andre stared at Carl with a smile, and suggested sincerely, "Now, jump out of the window."

The author says:

Carl: Dangerous

Happy Laba Festival everyone, have you had Laba porridge today?