Skilled in managing a house

"Wilmore." Zhang Yu suddenly thought of someone.

He secretly pondered in his mind, should he give the things here to Wilmore?

After a slight hesitation, Zhang Yu felt something was wrong.

If nothing happened to Zhang Yinling, it would be nothing if she gave her heart and cross to Wilmore. But Zhang Yinling also has a problem now. If she hands the things to Wilmore, she will completely lose the initiative.

It is indeed dangerous to keep your heart on your side, but then again, the "vampire" master doesn't know that he will still find the door. If they really meet, I can't say that I have given my heart to Wilmore.

Furthermore, judging from the performance of this master, he is more or less afraid to face his enemy head-on. If the other party is sneaky, it is very likely that he will attack his apprentice first and then force him to submit. Just like tonight, that guy suddenly ran to Zhang Yinling and Yuan's small room. If it weren't for Zhang Yinling's dragnet, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Paris kept looking at Zhang Yu. Seeing that Zhang Yu didn't speak for a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking that with this thing in my hands, the vampire will definitely come again. Tell me, what should I do better?" Zhang Yu said.

"To be honest, the formation you set up at the door is quite powerful. I wandered around inside for a while, but I couldn't get out. If I had set up a more powerful formation, I would probably be able to trap that guy." Paris said.

"If you don't mention this, I have forgotten it. That guy is so powerful, he can actually walk out of my formation. It can be said that it is not difficult to break my formation, but it is definitely not difficult to get in and out calmly. So easy. At least, this person must be proficient in my Taoist Qimen Dunjia." Zhang Yu said seriously.

"This" Paris pondered, then shook her head after a moment and said, "I can't explain this clearly. But to be honest, with your formation, it's probably not impossible for my master and my senior brother to get in and out. It's just that it's not impossible. Take some time”

"What about vampires? Can they also use Qimen Dunjia?" Zhang Yu asked doubtfully.

"Maybe. Some vampires can do it. Otherwise, after I go back, I will help you find out. Regarding vampires, I think my master and senior brother should know better than me." Paris said.

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "That would be troublesome."

"I'm the one who caused you trouble." Paris smiled apologetically and said, "By the way, you won't be studying the formation tonight. Take advantage of it while you still have time to study it."

"Why do you still care about this?" Zhang Yu laughed, looked at Paris with interest, and said, "I don't have time to study it. It's not what I want. When we fight during the day, your senior brother will definitely win."

Previously, Zhang Yu's attention was all on the heart and the cross, and he didn't look at Paris at all. At this moment's inspection, he immediately discovered the vacuum inside Paris's vest.

Before, Paris' body was ulcerated and she was not very attractive. Later, she covered it with her hands, and Zhang Yu didn't see it. At this moment, Zhang Yu saw it clearly.

When Paris saw what Zhang Yu said, she couldn't help but said angrily: "If you like to study or not, it's my fault. It's better to lose."

As soon as she said these words, she realized that Zhang Yu's gaze was not looking at her eyes, but just looking at her body.

Paris lowered her head and saw that Zhang Yu was wearing a hurdle vest. Paris's vest was so big that she could see everything inside at a glance.

In an instant, Paris's cheeks felt hot. She subconsciously protected her chest with her hands and yelled, "What are you looking at?"

"I see the heart on your hand," Zhang Yu quickly argued.

"God knows whether it's true or not." The heart she was holding in her hand had just been subconsciously attached to her body by Paris. Now she casually threw it into the box and said: "It's getting late, and I've almost rested." , I’ll take my leave now. Could you please send me out?”

She also knew that she couldn't get out of that formation on her own.

"No problem." Zhang Yu nodded and turned around immediately.

It was already four o'clock in the middle of the night. If Paris didn't go back, it would inevitably make Dhruv suspicious. Zhang Yu didn't want Dhruv to know about what was going on here. As for whether Paris will tell her, Zhang Yu won't tell her, it's all up to her.

In addition, he had to let Paris go, although he also hated his opponent's dirty tricks, but he couldn't make more powerful enemies at the moment. The Catholic side is already a problem, and there is another elusive "vampire". If he forms a deadly feud with Dhruv again, he will definitely not be able to withstand it.

When Paris saw Zhang Yu turn around, she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. She didn't know why.

Paris picked up her robe. The black robe was okay, but the shorts, vest, and leggings that she took off were completely unreadable. But these things could not be left here. Her face felt hot again, and she looked at Zhang Yu's back for a moment before picking up the robe and putting it on.

"Do you have a bag?" Paris said after putting on her robe.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Yu seemed to understand what Paris meant. He quickly found a bag and handed it to Paris.

Paris put her vest and other things into her pockets, and Zhang Yu also put his heart into the box, covered it with a cross, and put it into his suitcase. There is a formation on the suitcase, and the cross itself is also a magic weapon. If you want to predict, the opponent will not get it so easily.

The two of them left the room together and walked downstairs. Zhang Yu took Paris out of the area covered by the villa formation, and even went around to the back to let Paris leave from the backyard.

Behind the villa, Zhang Yu said: "You are out now and can leave. But I hope you will not be sneaky when you come next time. It is best to be aboveboard. You are always welcome here."

After saying that, Zhang Yu gave a friendly smile.

"I think it's better to be sneaky." Paris shrugged her shoulders and said, "I will come to you after I ask for details. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Zhang Yu nodded.

Paris turned around and ran quickly towards the backyard wall. In a moment, she climbed over the wall and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Yu shook his head and smiled. Paris didn't know her physical condition, but Zhang Yu knew it. Zhang Yinling only had a small ulcer at that time, but it relapsed. If nothing else happens, Paris will come to see him tomorrow.

Brompton Sanctuary.

Wilmore was sleeping in his room, sleeping soundly.

"Dang Dang Dang"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The sleeping Wilmore opened his eyes immediately, "Who?"

"Archbishop, it's me." Sister Lina's voice sounded outside the door.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Wilmore sat up from the bed.

"Jason came back. He said he had found Jill and brought her here." Sister Linna said.

"Finally found the person." Wilmore said with satisfaction: "Take the person to my quiet room and let him wait for me inside."

"Yes, Archbishop." Sister Linna agreed immediately.

Wilmore stood up, took his robe from the hanger, and put it on.

He seemed calm and calm, without any rush, and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to see Jill.

After dressing neatly and arranging his hair, he left the bedroom.

All the way to the quiet room, Sister Linna and Father Jason were waiting outside. When they saw him arriving, they both saluted respectfully, "Archbishop!".

Wilmore nodded and waved his hand gently, indicating that the two of them could leave. After the two left, he walked to the door himself, opened the door and walked in.

In the quiet room, a middle-aged man was sitting on the floor. If Zhang Yu saw it, he would definitely recognize him as the guy with a sick look on his face who sold him the house.

When Gil heard the sound of opening the door, he just turned his head and glanced, without any intention of standing up. He said calmly: "What do you want me to do?"

Wilmore did not answer immediately, but went straight to his seat and sat down cross-legged. He looked at Jill up and down and said, "Looking at your face, you don't seem to be in good health."

"It's okay. If you die, you will die. Only today did I realize that I actually don't even have a single friend. Living is really boring. I might as well die early." Jill said coldly.

"When you asked me to borrow money, I didn't lend you money, but no one can bear to lose again and again. I have told you a long time ago that the casino is a bottomless pit, and whatever money you have will be exported, but you just didn't listen. You can't blame me. Who would lend all their belongings to a gambler? In your conscience, the money I lent you is enough, but have you paid it back?" Wilmore said calmly. .

"Ha!" Gil chuckled and said, "The total is only 1.6 million, which is just a drop in the bucket."

"That's all you think." Wilmore shook his head and said, "Let's talk about business. Hendry, Bick, Murphy and Cameron are all dead. Have you heard?"

"If you die, you will die. I think you deserve it. When I was in the most difficult time, I asked them to borrow money, but they wouldn't lend me a penny, as if I was hiding from a ghost. You know, when I was better off, , they spent a lot of my money. How come I made a group of friends like this?" Jill said indifferently.

"When they die, just think they deserve it. But don't you want to know how they died?" Wilmore said.

"Not that interested." Gil shook his head and said.

Look at him, he looks completely unconcerned. In fact, if you think about it, if a person has lost all his family's belongings and even his ancestral estate, what will he care about?

"You have no interest in that, and I want to say the same thing. The one hidden in the statue of the Virgin in the basement of your house is gone. God knows where it will go. In addition, Hendry, Bick, Murphy and Cameron all have ulcers all over their bodies. Death, this kind of death is very weird to begin with, but it happened that four of them died from it one after another, which makes it even weirder. Gil, I think your face looks similar to Cameron's face that day. I don't know what's going on with you. Are there any ulcers?" Wilmore said with a smile.

Hearing this, Gil's face froze, and he immediately said: "I'm very well, I don't need you to worry about me. Anyway, I have nothing now, and it doesn't matter whether I live or die."

"Jill, your expression has betrayed you, and it seems that the same is true of you." Wilmore's eyes were fixed on Jill, and his right hand suddenly raised, with a small cross appearing in the palm of his hand.

"brush!"

A flash of white light shone on Jill's body, and immediately afterwards, Jill's clothes were torn to pieces by the white light.

However, something unexpected happened to Wilmore. Jill's skin was completely intact, with no ulcers visible at all.

"Wilmore, what do you mean?" Jill said in a deep voice.

Wilmore is a Catholic archbishop, and there are only a few people in England who dare to call him by his name in front of his face. However, Gil dared, and in his eyes, it was obvious that he did not regard Wilmore as a dish at all.

Wilmore didn't mind either. He just looked at Jill in confusion and said after a long time: "I know, you are still blaming me for not lending you money. I was able to be where I am today because of your support, so you are with me There is no need to be polite in front of you, and I will not be angry. I know that you sold the Gill Manor, so as long as you listen to me, I can buy the manor back for you and give you another 50 million pounds to revitalize Gill Manor. Family. But don’t gamble anymore.”

Jill's eyes lit up immediately, and she immediately asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"I always feel that this incident is related to the incident fifteen years ago. Hendry, Bick, Murphy and Cameron all had ulcers all over their bodies, so I want to know, have you ever been like this? Wilmore said seriously.

"Haha." Gil smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just like them."

"Oh?" Wilmore looked at Jill suspiciously and asked, "Then why can't you see any trace of decay on your body?"

"The reason is simple, because I drink fresh blood every day." Gil said with another wry smile.

"Drinking fresh blood, how do you say this? And why?" Wilmore said in astonishment.

"I lost everything in my family. That day I went to my father's study to see if there was anything valuable in it. You know, since my father died, I have been afraid to go to his study. There is no way , that day I had the courage to go in and search, and I found a diary written by my father thirty-five years ago. He wrote in the diary that Duchess Nicholas once sent a girl to our home, hoping that my father would take good care of her. That daughter is my sister—Ronnie."

"Duchess Nicholas, is there such a duchess in England? Why haven't I heard of it?" Wilmore said doubtfully.

"Of course this Duke is not canonized by the English royal family. To be precise, he is the Duke of the vampire family." A sad smile appeared on Jill's face.

"Nicholas." Wilmore took a breath, and then said: "That's Duchess Nicholas who was killed by Archbishop Beathard of the Anglican Church."

"That's right!" Jill nodded and said.

"But even so, why do ulcers appear on our bodies?" Wilmore asked nervously.

"The ninth generation vampire of the Nicholas vampire family has a curse in their family, that is, the princess in the family. If a man violates the princess without actively giving her blood to the man to drink, her whole body will fester and die. I think. The way to break the curse seems to be to kill everyone in the Nicholas family. As for why drinking blood can prevent the body from festering, I only discovered it by chance." Gil said with a sad smile again: "Now I am , In fact, life is worse than death Wilmore, I still hope to get back my family's ancestral property, when will you fulfill what you said."