Some details in the field of vision gradually became clear, as if the invisible lens was zooming in.
The young girl's white dress was in tatters, revealing a lot of skin, and it was covered with tiny but dense red marks, some places were only slightly swollen, and some had a little bit of blood oozing out. As she walked forward, a knife-sharp branch scratched her body, and there were a few more red marks. The girl seemed unconscious.
In her hand, holds half a loaf of bread.
At this moment, the girl seemed to sense something, she suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction where Qianye was.
Only then did Qianye realize that she had no eyes! Where the eyes should have been, there were only two blood holes left.
Qianye sat up abruptly, his heart beating like a drum, causing his entire chest to tremble slightly, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat at some point.
He calmed down, not only was the scene in the dream not blurred, but it became clearer in his memory. If he had a pen in his hand, he could even trace the wrinkles on the girl's white dress to perfection.
Even though the girl in the dream lost her eyes, Qianye could still recognize her. She was Bai Kongzhao, the little girl who wanted to kill him in the garbage dump.
Qianye frowned subconsciously. His recent dreams were nothing good. Whether he touched the fragments of Maharaja Anduya's consciousness or heard the call of the headless general, they were all responses to real things. However, Qianye thought about it for a long time this time, and did not understand what this dream foretells.
He opened the tent and glanced outside, everything was normal and peaceful.
The camp is surrounded by rows of trucks, and several bonfires in the center are still burning. Most of the soldiers have already eaten and drank enough, or they are practicing or resting, and a small number of them are sorting out their luggage and equipment. Several soldiers on the edge of the camp are lifting a heavy anti-aircraft machine gun onto a truck, preparing to deploy a firepower point to strengthen the night sentry.
On the other side, Zhao Yuying was sitting on the front of a truck with a wine bottle in her hand, taking a sip from time to time. For some reason, Qianye felt a sense of loneliness when he saw her profile drinking alone.
Qianye put down the door curtain, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to continue practicing Xuanpian. Now his body is overflowing with essence and blood. The mine killed a nerubian viscount, but he couldn't absorb any blood essence.
The Xuanpian started to run slowly, but Qianye's whole body shook and he was taken aback. He was shocked to find that what should have been overflowing blood essence was only half left now, and the other half had disappeared.
Qianye's heart immediately sank, and the first thing he thought of was whether there would be something wrong with the practice of Song's ancient scroll. After he looked inside, there was no abnormality in the internal organs, blood vessels, and force nodes, and even the blood stayed in the heart obediently.
However, this is the biggest anomaly, the missing blood essence cannot disappear out of thin air. But under the pupil of truth, the blood energy in Qianye's body showed no signs of absorbing excess dark force, and his dawn force and nodes were not eroded by dark force.
Although it was unbelievable, half of the blood essence of a third-class dark viscount really seemed to be turned into nothingness.
Qianye thought for a while, and tried to run the Xuanpian again, and the result was very smooth. After the vortex rotated nine times, a part of the blood essence was turned into pure dark force, and then swallowed by the dark gold blood energy.
Qianye, who had completed a week of cultivation, was puzzled, so he had no choice but to put this strange thing aside for the time being.
At this moment, in the depths of his heart, an ancient book with a black cover is floating, and the title of the book that was originally vague has become much clearer. This is a place where Qianye's perception cannot be extended for the time being.
Somewhere to the northeast of the camp, there is a black forest that is very similar to Qianye's dream, with a few solitary leaves hanging from the top of twisted branches.
In the forest stood a girl in a white dress. She raised her head in a daze, looking at the sky. But under the gloomy sky, except for the strangely shaped tree trunks and branches, nothing can be seen at all, not even brighter colors.
Suddenly there was a wild wind, but the weird thing was that the branches didn't move at all, only the few lonely leaves fluttered, which made people feel that the wind was not an illusion. A leaf left the branch, flew in the air, swirled a few times, and landed in front of the girl.
She reached out to catch the fallen leaves and observed them carefully.
This leaf is also gray-black, with a few mildew spots growing on it. It has long since decayed and died, and it keeps emitting a stench. The girl threw down the leaf casually, and there was a black spot on her palm.
Holding a short knife in her right hand, she directly scraped her palms with the icy cold blade, but although the black spot was removed, the few streaks of flesh and blood that had been stained on the blade were smeared on her hand, making the small white hand dirty. It got dirtier.
The girl seemed to be angry, she casually pulled a soldier beside her, and rubbed her hands vigorously on his shirt. The warrior was extremely burly, the girl barely reached his chest, but at this moment he didn't dare to move a little, and even trembled imperceptibly, obviously he was extremely afraid of the girl.
There are more than a dozen fighters behind them, all of them are powerful, and they are obviously rare elites. However, these bloody and fierce warriors looked at the girl with the utmost fear as if they were snakes and scorpions.
While she was still wiping her hands, a middle-aged veteran walked over boldly and whispered, "Miss Kongzhao, that vampire is dead."
The girl was exactly Bai Kongzhao, but compared to the last time I met Qianye, she had grown a lot taller, her eyebrows and eyes had opened up a bit, and she looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. At least in the Bai family, there is no need to go hungry anymore, and now it is the age of growing up, so she is also changing rapidly.
This gust of wild wind has not stopped, one after another, it lifts up the capes of the soldiers, revealing a bear's head mark on the corner of the battle robes. The violent bear is one of the internal guards of the White House. Such an elite is fearless even in the face of a general, but keeps silent in front of Bai Kongzhao.
Bai Kongzhao suddenly raised his head again, looking at the night sky. She had a feeling that there was something watching her in the dark, but no matter how she searched, she couldn't find that person.
She suddenly became irritable, shook her head violently, and stared at the few blood races beside her. The vampires froze on the ground, all of them lost their ability to move. Seeing Bai Kongzhao's gaze sweeping over, these ferocious Sabbat vampires began to tremble.
Bai Kongzhao strode over, picked up a blood race girl, stared at her for a while, and a sweet smile slowly appeared on his face, "Tell me, what do you guys want to do when you come to Yong Ye suddenly?"
The blood girl was terrified, her beautiful face was distorted, and she said repeatedly: "I don't know, I really don't know! We are the outermost troops, and we only follow the captain to gather at the designated place and wait for the next order. I don’t know, I don’t know anything!”
"Then what are you looking for, don't you know?"
The blood girl screamed uncontrollably. The experience of several clansmen who died so tragically before means that Bai Kongzhao's question is the beginning of the deepest nightmare.
There were endless screams and screams in the black forest, and the hysterical voice showed that the bleeding girl was suffering inhuman pain.
This cry lasted for half an hour before it gradually became subdued.
Bai Kongzhao let go of his hands, and the shapeless corpse fell to the ground, with blood spots all over his face and body. She didn't wipe it, and turned around and ordered: "Get rid of these guys, remember to clean them up, and then you can go back to the family stronghold and wait for me."
The captain of the violent bear team hesitated for a moment, and said, "Miss Kongzhao, are you sure you don't need us to follow? There are many new faces in this area, which may be dangerous."
"No need." After Bai Kongzhao finished speaking, he walked straight into the depths of the Black Forest.
The captain's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he waved his hand after watching the girl go away. Several team members immediately rushed to the blood race, took their lives neatly, and then dealt with the traces left behind skillfully.
After seeing Bai Kongzhao's methods, they now just want to end all this as soon as possible and go back to the stronghold, they no longer have the slightest interest in torturing and killing the prisoners. And it is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the experience of these few days will repeatedly appear in their nightmares.
The girl in the white skirt was walking alone in the black forest. Apart from a white dress, she didn't have any equipment on her, nor did she bring any supplies. As she walked, she sang briskly, her voice was sweet and ethereal, but if you listen carefully, you will find that it is the same sentence repeated:
"I'll find you, I'll find you..."
At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, you can see the strange black forest scattered on the surface of the earth, like ink spots shaking off rice paper.
Yetong sat in front of the French window, holding a wine glass in his hand, the serum in the glass was as red as blood.
The door opened again, but no one knocked.
Yetong looked out the window without moving, as if she didn't know anyone was coming in.
It was a tall young man with long dark brown wavy hair. He is very tall, more than half a head taller than ordinary vampires, and his figure is different from the slender and tall ones that vampires often see, but is extremely strong, and it seems that every piece of flesh and blood contains explosive power.
His face was still handsome like a typical vampire, his pupils shone with a cruel and cruel light, and his aura was extremely obscure and deep, as if he had reached the level of an earl. Blood races have a long lifespan, and many people will no longer age after reaching a certain level of strength, so it is difficult to judge age from appearance alone.
The young man looked at Yetong, with burning blood in his eyes, "Yetong, you are always like this, you don't even want to say hello when you know I'm coming."
"Not in the mood." Yetong said calmly.
The tall blood youth pulled up a chair, sat down beside Yetong, and said, "This is not a qualified answer."
The distance between the two was a little close, making Yetong frowned, and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you whether you are qualified or not. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."
The tall young man smiled and said, "This is not a qualified answer either. If I want to sit here, I can sit here."
Yetong's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter, but he didn't even refute.
Seeing this, the young man smiled complacently, and glanced out of the window. He could see a black forest in his field of vision. He paused for a moment, and his face was a little dignified, "The Black Forest is here, and it seems that that moment is not far away. How are you thinking?"