"Squeaky."
The door was slowly pushed open, and a puff of dust rushed towards the face. But none of them could get close to Wang Bugui. He looked around first, and then stepped in.
It is very spacious inside and can accommodate a gathering of hundreds of people. Those beautiful decorations can be seen how beautiful they are even if they are covered in dust.
And on the wall that everyone was facing was a huge photo. This is a large group photo showing all the elites of the Blood Hunter clan. Only the real elites can live in the manor.
Wang Bugui slowly walked to the group photo, a sour emotion welling up in his heart. He raised his head to focus on the heartwarming photo. He tried to force a smile, but found that his eyes were already slightly moist.
Then he stretched out his hand and rubbed it, sending out the power of Taoism and shaking off the dust on the photo. Then he said in a trembling voice: "The patriarch, Uncle William, Grandpa Laurent, and Sister Camille."
"Brother Norman, Aunt Corunna. Father, mother, I'm back."
One name after another spread in this empty hall, and he has not forgotten the names of everyone in the photo to this day. They told each other one by one, and finally stopped at his parents' place.
Everyone watched silently behind him, and Chu He and others even lowered their heads. Every time they read a name, their hearts will hurt.
There were a hundred people above, and they all died in that battle. There were many young people among them, similar to Wang Bugui's age, and all of them were laughing.
Those little boys are all full of energy. Those little girls were all as cute as elves, but they could not escape their bad luck.
This is just a picture of some of the elites. You must know that the Blood Hunters have branches throughout England and even in many countries. In total, there were two to three thousand people.
In that battle, this clan did not hesitate and mobilized all its strength. Thousands of people were all killed, and some even sacrificed their bodies with blood at the end to complete the seal.
There is only one Wang Bugui left. One can imagine how painful the blow he received back then was.
"Brother, don't be too sad." Zhao Changge stretched out his hand, but after all, he did not reach out.
"It's okay. I know they are gone and irretrievable. It's just that I haven't seen them for many years and I want to see them more. This photo is my most precious gift."
Wang Bugui shook his head, then turned around and stopped looking at the photo. Because of those warm smiles, the more he looked at them, the more painful he became. There was no time for him to be sad now.
Now that he has come back, he must fulfill his oath and fulfill his family's expectations of him. We must seize the time to become stronger and at the same time recover the blood debt for the blood hunting clan.
"There are three floors in the manor, all with rooms. Find a room you like, clean it with magic, and go to bed tonight. There are other things to do every day." Wang Bugui said to everyone.
Then he first used Taoist magic, using the pure Qi in his body to transform into the power of the sun, covering the entire manor. Then there was a sudden earthquake that burned away all the dust, but left the manor unscathed.
"There are some innocent souls in this manor. I want to cast a spell to save them, is that okay?" Leng Yueyan asked.
"Okay, you and Ning Zhe can come together. It's time for them to be freed." Wang Bugui nodded.
Then Ning Zhe appeared with Buddha's light all over his body, his face full of compassion, and he chanted the Great Compassion Mantra. Each mantra turned into golden ancient characters and floated in the air, making it solemn and precious.
At the same time, Leng Yueyan also took out the fly whisk and put on the Taoist robe. Reciting an ancient spell in his mouth, flicking the dust in his hand several times, he cast a spell to cover the manor.
The two of them used their magic together to gather all the guilty souls in the manor into the hall, where they were slowly saved.
Some of the innocent souls here have missing limbs, and some have lost half of their bodies. None of them had a truly perfect soul. When they first came over, their eyes were filled with fierceness.
As the mantra was recited, their eyes gradually became clear, until finally, they finally regained their senses.
"No return, is it you?"
Suddenly, a one-eyed girl with a broken arm spoke. Following her words, all the guilty souls looked at the young man. Although I have grown up, I can still recognize this familiar face.
The handsome and sculptured facial features, a little bit crazy, the mole in the corner of the eye, and the deep pupils, aren't they the person they have been waiting for
"Is it really you?" A middle-aged man with a mutilated lower body asked.
"After so many years, you are finally back." A woman covered in scars said.
"Have you become stronger?" asked a boy with no limbs.
All the innocent souls looked at Wang Bugui. He tried his best to control his emotions, forced a smile, and said: "It's me, I'm back, and my current strength is almost as good as my father's."
"That's good, we can rest assured." The middle-aged man smiled, and then turned into golden light and disappeared.
"No Return, you are the strongest genius of the blood hunters, you must get rid of all the vampires!" The woman covered in wounds also smiled, and then turned into golden light and disappeared.
"No Return, I'm proud to have you as my brother. Come on! I believe you will be stronger than the first generation Van Helsing!"
The boy with no limbs tried his best to cheer him up, and then he turned into golden light and disappeared.
"I'm sorry, kid, your responsibility is too heavy." An old man whose chest was penetrated sighed. He took the time to solidify the king and then dissipated with great reluctance.
"No! Don't leave!"
Wang Bugui finally couldn't control himself and yelled hysterically. He knew he couldn't keep it, but he still stretched out his hand to grab it.
But his useless hands were so weak that he couldn't grasp anything. He watched each family member smile at him, and then turned into golden light and disappeared.
"If you don't return, you must remember me!"
In the end, only the little girl with one eye and a broken arm was left. That delicate little face was filled with sadness, forced to smile, and then began to dissipate.
"Sister Camille!"
Wang Bugui ran over crazily, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't be contained and fell on the way. But when he arrived, he only caught a burst of golden brilliance, which slowly dissipated in mid-air.
Everyone has disappeared. They are the dead after all, but they are unwilling to accept it, and they have turned into ghosts waiting here.
Twelve years ago, I did not return as a soul, just hoping to return as a human being.
"Brother."
"Captain."
Everyone looked at Wang Bugui, who was still condensing the hand that grabbed Guanghua.
After a moment, he stood up and said to the photo: "Don't worry, I will repay the debts of the Blood Hunters one by one. Even if Dracula is comparable to a true immortal, I will still kill him!"
"I want to become an emperor and kill demons as a human being! If the immortals disobey me, they will kill the immortals! If the gods disobey me, they will only perish!"
"Boom!"
As his words fell, a thunder struck down. But it didn't hit the ground, it just brought a heavy rain.
But this thunder struck everyone's hearts. Just now, I almost thought that Wang Bugui's words had aroused the wrath of heaven.
"Just go back. I have simply cleaned the room with Taoist techniques. You can clean it again." Wang Bugui turned around and said, and then went straight upstairs.
"What are you guys doing standing here? Hurry up and grab a room!" Zhao Changge broke the dull atmosphere and ran upstairs.
Lu Hao and Chu He also followed him to the second floor. Others also started looking for rooms. Catherine and his wife lived on the first floor, and Kamikawa Yan also lived on the first floor.
Chihiro Misawa lives on the second floor. Starting from her, the two rooms are adjacent to Mei Qing and Leng Yueyan. Opposite them were Feng Tianming and Ning Zhe.
The remaining people all live on the third floor. They used magic to clean the room again before lying on the bed and falling asleep, but most of them were destined to have no sleep tonight.
Late at night, a figure jumped from the third-floor window and disappeared into the forest behind the manor.
"Where is he going?" Leng Yueyan was the most sensitive. She caught the movement instantly and walked to the window to look out. Then he moved downstairs and followed him slowly.
At the same time, several more figures appeared behind the manor. Everyone arrived, they looked at each other, then nodded, and walked towards the forest together.
"What are you doing in the forest, boss?" Zhao Changge was puzzled.
"There's a reason. You'll know if you follow him." Lu Hao said.
When they advanced for less than half a minute, they found Leng Yueyan standing behind a tree. When she saw everyone coming over, she put her finger to her mouth and shook her head slowly to signal them to be quiet.
Everyone nodded, then carefully touched her area and looked forward. But what they saw shocked them.
There is an open space here, and there are only tombs scattered here, with various broken objects on them, all with blood stains. There are hundreds of these graves, one spreading to the end of the forest.
There is a stone tablet at the end, which depicts a lifelike man and woman.
That handsome man looked as brave as a warrior, and his brows revealed unparalleled domineering power. And the woman as beautiful as an elf, holding a long bow, accompanied him.
Under the stone tablet, there is a figure with his back to everyone. If you look closely, there is a puppet accompanying him. They sat there leaning against each other until dawn.
Appreciating the beautiful sunrise on the horizon, this scene should be warm, but it is also a bit lonely and depressed.