They all call me master

Freeman stared at Amuir, whose tall and strong figure expanded with his breathing.

The redness in the eyes of this new 'bloodborn' is about to boil.

What followed was a series of curses mixed with slang from many places.

Some of them even Amuir himself had never heard of.

However, the general meaning, Amuir can guess, is nothing more than using the other party's mother as a dot, going back three generations, and expanding the radius to include the sister's main reproductive organs.

Very simple and easy to understand.

But the Tallinn-born woman did not fight back.

At least, not on the surface.

The lady handed the ‘message stone’ to Freeman.

The new 'blood descendant' immediately stopped frowning and looked at the information carefully.

Immediately, the face of the new ‘blood descendant’ was filled with ecstasy.

He saw the deal between his 'father' and the 'spiritual medium'.

Judging from the tone and demeanor of both parties, they are completely equal.

What is equal to the 'entrant'?

Naturally, he is also an ‘advanced person’!

'really!

My father is an initiate! ’

Thinking in his heart, the new 'blood descendant' immediately began to rethink - the 'actuarial calculation' just now was obviously not enough, and he had to do a new 'actuarial calculation'.

Otherwise, it would not be in line with the status of ‘father’.

Thinking in his heart, Freeman quickly returned to his desk.

Amuir also sat back in his seat.

However, compared to Freeman who was working hard again, Amuir did not fish like before, but began to think seriously.

She was not joking just now.

only……

It’s a bit difficult!

There was obviously something fishy about the "Blood Clan" being exterminated back then.

In addition, the 'Blood Clan' also hid such an 'advanced' level member, it was obvious that the intrigue here was too big for her to participate.

You can't even listen to it.

But with such a thigh, if you don’t hug it.

She was a little unwilling.

Immediately, the Tallinn woman began to struggle.

Then something suddenly occurred to her.

Suddenly, the eyes of this Tallinn-born lady lit up.

…

In the dark road, the soul is like a shadow.

A carriage guarded by many ghosts, covered in gray mist, flew past at low altitude at extremely fast speeds.

Malinda in the car was holding a pipe and puffing away.

The smoke spread out, part of it added to the gray mist, and part of it merged into the many ghosts. Even if he only borrowed Wuni's body, Arthur could clearly feel the traces of 'air of death' contained in the smoke.

‘What secret technique is this?

Use smoke to activate the ‘breath of death’!

It's a bit similar to the 'Usurpation of Smoke and Mirrors' that was given to me as a trade before, but it's different. Were there any changes added later? ’

Arthur, who had carefully read the secret technique 'The Usurpation of Smoke and Mirrors', secretly guessed in his heart.

Malinda ignored Arthur's observation.

If the mysteries of occult arts could only be seen with the eyes, there would be no so-called "nobles".

The lady changed her posture and said softly——

"I didn't expect that guy from the 'Cloak Club' to react so quickly!

He actually chose to directly disclose the information he had previously known! "

The woman's tone was full of pity.

It was obvious that the woman had an idea when she discovered the mistake of the 'Cloak Club'.

But before she could take action, new news about the 'spiritual medium' and the 'Descendant of Blood' spread throughout South Los Angeles at a speed far exceeding that of 'Arthur is an initiate'.

This reaction was unexpected by Malinda.

Compared to Malinda's pity, Arthur was paying attention to other things.

"I want to know now how the news about me being an 'entrant' spread!"

The reaction of the 'Cloak Club' told Arthur that the other party was not a grassroots team, but a group of rabble, as he had thought before.

Rather, it is an organization of considerable size.

"There will always be unexpected surprises everywhere - so we need to be more prepared!"

Malinda doesn’t want to talk too much about the ‘Cloak Club’.

It's not that I'm not interested.

It's that the ones below are common, but the ones above can't be found.

Malinda would not talk about such a situation.

Once you say it, you have to let Arthur, the bastard, laugh at you.

So the woman changed the subject and tapped her pocket at her side.

Arthur knew that the other party was changing the subject, but looking at the pocket that was half a person's height, he still fell into deep thought.

The smoke brought the carriage to the camp of Arthur and his party at a speed far beyond imagination.

Looking at the young 'psychic medium' who was sitting on the crossbar and shrugging at her, Ms. Changye, who was getting out of the carriage with her pocket in hand, began to put her hand into her pocket, then grabbed the contents inside and threw them away——

Grains of coarse salt immediately fell around.

But before the coarse salt hit the ground, it turned completely black.

When it hit the ground, it was even more charred and black, and it was completely impossible to tell that it was salt.

"Tsk, your appearance, during the 'witch hunting' period, is definitely proof that 'witches are extremely evil'."

Seeing this scene, Ms. Chang Ye let out a sigh.

The young 'psychic medium' curled his lips.

"So, are you exorcising evil spirits?"

"No!

At your level, simply blessed coarse salt cannot exorcise evil spirits - some 'hunter families' that have been passed down from generation to generation probably have methods to exorcise evil spirits.

Do you know the legendary ‘First Blade’?

I feel like it would like an evil spirit like you!

but me?

It’s just a simple matter of keeping these ‘smells of death’ away from my body!

Most importantly, I don’t want my luck to get worse! "

Ms. Changye said as she sprinkled the salt vigorously.

The pocket, which was half a person's height, quickly became shriveled.

The entire camp was covered with a layer of coarse salt.

Especially for Simon, after being covered with coarse salt, his breathing that was getting weaker and weaker began to slowly return to normal.

When Ms. Chang Ye raised her hand and the other party flew to the other side, blood began to appear on the originally gray face.

"Look, what a terrible evil!"

Ms. Chang Ye sighed.

The young 'psychic medium' gave Ms. Changye a middle finger.

Then, the remaining blessed coarse salt was poured down on everyone.

laugh!

It is different from coarse salt that falls to the ground and turns into scorched earth.

The coarse salt that fell on Arthur actually started to burn - before it even touched Arthur's body, about a finger away, the blessed coarse salt started to burn out of thin air.

Not a bright flame.

But the dark fire of death.

With a unique sound, the fire of death rolled back toward Lady Long Night like the water of the Styx.

Seeing this scene, Ms. Changye's pupils shrank.

The situation was much more serious than she expected.

However, the Lady of the Night did not panic.

As soon as he raised his hand, two sacks as tall as a person appeared beside him.

It's all filled with blessed coarse salt.

This weight is surprising.

Just seeing it made me wonder if this lady of the night had robbed three 'hunter' families for more than thirty years.

That’s what the young ‘psychic’ thought.

"Oh, I got it from a deal - the 'Hunter' family also needs a life, especially after getting married and having children.

Those 'hunters' who are married and have children are the best trading targets.

As long as it doesn't violate their principles, they can always give up everything for their wives and children.

And when there are multiple children, even better! "

As Ms. Chang Ye said this, there were hundreds of kilograms of blessed coarse salt in the two sacks, and they were all poured onto Arthur.

Immediately, Arthur seemed buried in the snow.

The fire of death was still there, but it was slightly suppressed.

With just a moment of suppression, the dark and unknown fire of death suddenly surged.

A shadow began to appear behind Arthur.

The dark and tattered cloak, the sharp scythe, with a silent wail, pointed at Lady Long Night, and raised the scythe high.

next moment--

The scythe struck down hard!