Outside the window, there was thick fog. Tang Song sat in his office on the 23rd floor. He yawned out of boredom and looked at the gloomy weather outside the window.
Even bustling Manhattan was reduced to a vast expanse of white under the heavy fog.
Tang Song was fiddling with a Han eight-sided long sword in his hand. The sword was three feet and six inches long and was made of five metals: gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin.
The long sword has blades on both sides, the sword body is covered with flowing cloud patterns, and the blade is rising with flame patterns left by quenching, which is very beautiful.
Tang Song swung his sword casually, and the sword blade broke through the air, making a humming sound.
Stroking the sword blade with his fingers, Tang Song secretly said what a pity.
If this sword were placed in ancient times, it would definitely be considered a sharp weapon.
However, it is not qualified to carry Taibai's essence.
In the world of Yama, if a swordsmith wants to forge a magic-level sword, the materials needed are extremely complicated, and some of them are rare treasures.
The essence of the five metals is just the most common material among them. Even so, it needs to be refined with the best underground fire, tempered with the blood of powerful monsters, and engraved with spiritual patterns and restrictions, before a top-quality sword can be obtained.
The long sword in his hand was made by a craftsman and was custom-made from an oriental swordsmith for 50,000 US dollars.
It can cut iron without bending the blade and can penetrate two layers of leather armor.
Unfortunately, it is still a bit short of the quality required in the Tang and Song dynasties.
Tang Song opened his mouth, and two white lights whistled out and disappeared into the eight-sided Han sword.
The Eight-sided Han Sword emitted white light in an instant, and waves of cold air rose in the office.
The leaves of the bamboos and some decorative potted plants in the office had countless knife-like cuts on them.
This strange phenomenon lasted for a very short time, just a few breaths, and the white light rising from the sword dimmed.
At this moment, the sword body looked as if it had been exposed to wind and rain for more than ten years. The sword body was rusty and had countless honeycomb-like holes.
Tang Song gently bent the sword with his hands, and the eight-sided Han sword suddenly broke into two pieces.
Two white lights rose from the dilapidated sword. As Tang Song took a breath, two streams of Taibai essence directly penetrated into his body and lingered between his lungs.
Tang Song's spiritual consciousness looked inward and sensed that the two Taibai essences had increased slightly after absorbing the metal and iron energy of Han's eight-sided long sword.
Although the growth is barely noticeable, there is change.
“Huh!”
Tang Song became interested and turned around to take a Tang sword with sheath from the decorative rack.
The scabbard is inlaid with gemstones and the handle is decorated with gold and silver wire.
Tang Song drew his sword from its sheath, and the blade was covered with Damascus patterns that looked like water splashes, which looked extremely beautiful.
Tang Song did not try the knife again. He opened his mouth and exhaled lightly, and a stream of Taibai essence spurted out.
When Taibai's essence touched the blade, it swallowed up all the golden energy of the Tang sword like a glutton.
Taibai is the master of killing and conquering, and is the Geng metal of the west.
After spending 50,000 US dollars, Tang Song felt his lungs slightly swell, and the Taibai essence between his two lungs became more active.
Unfortunately, it was too expensive. Tang Song looked at the two broken knives in his hand.
At this time, the office doorbell rang.
"Come in!"
Tang Song threw the two broken swords into the trash can beside him and wiped his hands with a tissue.
The office door was pushed open and Lai En walked in.
"Boss! Someone's here to visit!"
"Visit me!?" Tang Song was a little curious. This shop of his was purely to prove that he was a legitimate businessman, so, in fact, he didn't have any daily affairs.
The import and export business of minerals is handled by professional managers on a daily basis, and people who truly understand his identity will not visit the company.
"It's Father Dekler from the Vatican!"
Dekler, Tang Song was a little surprised. He didn't know why this first-class priest of the Vatican would suddenly come to visit him.
But he is a big customer after all.
"Please let him in!"
Ryan walked out, and soon strode into the office with a priest in a black robe.
The priest looked to be about 40 years old, with a bald head and a big red nose that made a constant snoring sound. His chubby face was filled with a gentle, lazy smile, as if he would be in a good mood no matter what he saw.
Tang Song had already stood up from his office chair and walked towards Father Dekler with a smile on his face.
"Long time no see, Father!"
Tang Song stretched out his hand and shook hands with Dekler. A stream of true energy flowed through Dekler's palm and explored his body.
Ordinary people? Tang Song raised his eyebrows secretly. His spiritual sense did not detect any power fluctuations in Dekler.
This first-class priest of the Holy See not only has no extraordinary powers, but his body is no different from that of an ordinary person and is even a little sub-healthy.
Instead, Tang Song felt a pure energy from the cross he wore on his chest.
Very huge, yet very pure, in terms of volume, it even exceeds him.
Tang Song was a little surprised. This cross was a treasure. Could it be that it was really blessed by "God"
"Please sit down, please sit down, Father. We haven't seen each other for more than a year!"
Tang Song's face was full of enthusiasm as he invited Father Dekler to sit down, and Lai En brought him two cups of coffee.
"Unusual movement?"
After chatting with Father Dekler, Tang Song finally figured out the purpose of Father Dekler's visit.
In the dark world of New York, the two originally peaceful vampire clans have shown unusual movements.
Even the dark world of New York is somewhat unstable.
If the world is divided into three layers, the surface world is the cognitive world of normal people, the ordinary world constructed for ordinary people by the government and the media.
The second layer is the inner world, where things go against the ethical common sense of ordinary people.
Gangs, spies, intelligence trafficking, killer organizations, human trafficking, arms trade, these are things that can only exist in the sun, that is, the underground world.
The third layer is the real inner world, which people familiar with it call the dark world.
Including but not limited to, werewolves, vampires, wizards, ghouls, orcs, demons, devils, and even gods.
This place has its own set of rules.
In the real dark world, everyone is each other's prey, and some alien species often feed on humans.
But on the other hand, an adult werewolf's fang can be sold for five hundred dollars in the bounty guild in the dark world.
Vampire fangs are said to have aphrodisiac effects, and one fang can be sold for up to eight hundred dollars.
These things will flow into the surface world through special channels, and there will be a lot of wealthy people waving their money to buy them.
The major shareholder of this bounty union is the Vatican. Of course, it is said that secret departments of various governments also have shares in it.
After all, the purpose of this bounty union is to curb the proliferation of dark creatures.
The head of the New York Bounty Union is the Archbishop of the Vatican in New York.
Dekler was a first-class priest under the bishop, and it was him whom Lai En usually interacted with.
The purpose of his visit to Tang Song this time was to place a commission.
A year ago, Tang Song and his group became part-time demon hunters by chance.
After all, as a street scavenger who has been in New York for a long time, he will always encounter some street weirdos on the streets.
A seductively dressed girl dragged a drunk man from the bar into the alley.
You thought she was being raped and tried to give in, but when she turned her head, you saw bloody fangs covering half of her face.
Mummies appeared from time to time in street trash cans, and the bodies of homeless people looked like mummies, with two bloody holes on their necks.
At midnight, the bodies of the cultists appeared at a three-way intersection, tied up, with their internal organs disemboweled and covered with inverted swastika tattoos.
At the most bizarre time, Tang Song's scavengers encountered three dirty things in a week.
Even the two black men who were carrying the corpse were skinned.
At that time, some of Tang Song's methods and magic had not yet been perfected, but he did not indulge these guys.
For three consecutive months, Tang Song took action personally, taking the two brothers Kane and Ryan, as well as Frank and more than thirty fully armed special forces soldiers, to search the streets for these bastards at night.
Use the largest caliber firearms. If pistols don't work, use rifles, machine guns, or rocket launchers.
The bullets were silver-plated, engraved with evil-killing patterns, soaked with black dog blood, and poured with holy water from the Vatican.
No matter if you are a vampire, a werewolf, or a shapeshifter, I will kill you if I see you.
For three months, the dark world of New York was truly peaceful.
Countless dark creatures hid in the corners and shivered.
I thought that humans were planning to send out the army to wipe out the dark world.
Why did Tang Song know that a vampire's heart blood mixed with cinnabar was extremely effective in drawing talismans
Do you think the corpses in the cave where he practiced martial arts were really picked up
With more contact, Tang Song gradually learned that there was a bounty guild in the dark world.
This is how the scene came about where Kane and Frank led a team of former special forces soldiers to hunt vampires.
After all, making money is not shameful.
"Long-term cooperation?"
Tang Song stirred the coffee with a spoon calmly.
"Bishop Grant will be leaving for the Vatican in a while. As expected, I will be in charge of New York's church affairs!"
Father Dekler stopped talking briefly, picked up his coffee and took small sips.
"The bishop means hope and stability!"
Tang Song stroked the black jade ring on his thumb, looked at the black-robed priest in front of him, and smelled the scent of a fat sheep.
"Stable, that's a good word," Father Dekler said with a smile, and held up two fingers.
"Twenty million dollars a year. I hope the New York Diocese will remain stable during my term!"
"Twenty million US dollars," Tang Song said, holding the coffee cup, without commenting, and suddenly changed the subject.
"Mr. Bishop, I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Moon from the Republican Party! Mr. Moon is running for governor of New York State recently?"