He looked down, and it turned out to be Baimao's severed hand, with sharp five fingers scratching fiercely. It was the one that grabbed the ankle just now, leaving five deep scratches on it.
Not far away, the white-haired head opened its big mouth with canine teeth and fangs, roaring towards Garen.
"Outsider! The leader will not let you go! You are dead! Hahaha!" Bai Mao laughed.
Garen's face condensed slightly.
"What tenacious vitality." Seeing the opponent's ferocious fangs, blood-red eyes, and pale skin, he suddenly thought of a familiar race.
"Are you a blood race?" He couldn't help asking aloud.
Baimao's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Garen in astonishment.
"Aren't you a vampire?"
bang.
Garen stomped on it, and Baimao's head burst open. There was no flesh and blood inside, it just turned into a ball of black ash, and there was nothing else.
Looking around, Garen's chest heaved a little. He probably already knew what kind of world he was in.
Quickly rummaging through the clothes on Bai Mao's body, he straightened up, quickly left here, circled in the woods, quickly threw away the black raincoat, and then sneaked back home.
Still going back through the original route of the wall and windows, no one noticed.
Turning over and returning to his bedroom, Garen closed the curtains with a snap.
In the dark, without turning on the light, he raised his foot to check the scratched wound.
He didn't expect that the body was torn apart, and the white hair could still move, and it could even scratch his skin. This kind of terrifying vitality is even more powerful than a fighter.
The wound was found to have no signs of infection and suppuration. Only then did he feel relieved.
Checking the attribute bar, killing that vampire didn't earn any potential points, which made him a little regretful.
Concentrating his thoughts, he began to think carefully about Rafael and the vampire.
"There are many indications that the vampire, and the gangster at the beach, are probably because of Rafael who monitored and attempted to control me. Then, as people who are valued by vampires, Rafael and the others from the Blood Oath Club , it seems that it will definitely not be a simple organization of ordinary people. Rafael must also have some kind of power that can stand shoulder to shoulder with vampires. This kind of power, combined with the strange phenomena and customs in the town, should be only women can The power to hold."
Garen suddenly remembered the legends of witches that had been passed down both on Earth and in the Miwu world.
"Could it be a witch?" Combining the fragments of information he had collected before, and the rituals involving ancestors and the like, "it's probably a witch."
After drawing two guesses, Garen quickly opened the laptop.
"Perhaps it's time to really learn more about computer technology, making a software that specifically collects information." He searched for the legends of vampires and witches, and found that there is not much relevant information on the Internet, and there are more novels, movies and TV shows. entertainment information. There are also things like myths and legends. He has read these things many times, and they have no value at all.
Connecting to the US National Security Agency website, Garen guessed that maybe the government departments should have records about these things. It’s just that this kind of confidential stuff might not be connected to the Internet, and it’s more likely that it’s stored in a computer on the internal LAN. This kind of purely closed network won’t work even with strong hacking techniques, because they There are no cables and fiber optics to connect to the outside world at all.
Unlike before, this time when he collected various cases across the country, especially homicide and disappearance cases, Garen immediately made new discoveries.
The news reported by the government seems to have been specially screened, and some homicides are handled in a way that seems seamless, but in fact it always feels wrong. There are also some bystanders' testimonies, which seem to be somewhat contradictory to each other.
Streaks of clues kept coming together in Garen's thoughts.
He began to become more and more clear, and more and more sure.
"Bloods, vampires, and witches are not the two, at least they are similar existences."
Closing his notebook, he sat alone in the dark and quietly organized his thoughts.
There was the faint sound of closing the door as the parents came back outside, as well as the voice of the younger sister talking to her mother Terris.
Garen sat on the head of the bed, recalling the process of fighting with Baimao again.
The process is very easy, although his physical fitness has not recovered to the level of the totem world, and now he has only reached an average quality of 2 or more. But with the addition of skill and secret martial arts, it is more than enough to deal with Baimao.
"Speed and strength are about the same as mine, or even stronger than mine. There is also that abnormal vitality and resilience." Garen rubbed the skin of his hands with both hands. "It's just that the skills are too rough, or there are no skills at all. It's just the fighting moves of ordinary people. The speed is so fast that even he can't control it. There is nothing terrible about such a vampire. But... that kind of vitality."
When he thought that his broken hand was still on the ground and could continue to attack his opponent, Garen's understanding of vampires deepened.
"It's just a stalking pawn who has the same strength and speed as me. Sure enough, the advantages of creatures like blood race are too strong compared to ordinary humans."
What Garen was worried about was not this kind of ordinary vampire. From the standpoint of status, that white-haired vampire was obviously just a low-level vampire. Such a low-level member has such strong strength and speed, as well as vitality and resilience. Where are the members
There are also legends that the vampires are truly immortal creatures.
This is very attractive to Garen, can the vampires really live forever? live forever
He is very interested in it.
"But don't rush now. Take your time." He felt his slow-moving Miwu Black Sass Claw. Although it has recovered to this level, it is already very powerful compared to ordinary people, but compared to blood races, he Obviously feeling a little powerless.
If the vampires were all at the same level as Baimao's, then he wouldn't mind if there were a few more, but if stronger vampires appeared, Garen still had a certain degree of fear of unknown powerful existences.
After all, in the legend, the blood race is a terrifying and powerful creature that lives forever. You must know that even in the secret martial arts world or the totem world, there are no truly immortal creatures.
At most, there are longevity species, but they are also existences that can only live for a thousand years at the longest, such as the magic phoenix. But vampires are different. According to the records in the legend, not only thousands of years, but even ten thousand years may exist.
"This world is far from being as simple as it was at the beginning"
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"What, one less follower?"
In the North District Church, the strong white man with earrings narrowed his eyes and looked at his subordinates who were reporting to him.
At night, there were blood-stained gangsters resting in the church. Most of them were more or less injured, and the serious ones even lost their arms, or their legs disappeared completely.
Light ones also have scary-looking penetrating wounds, and some people still wear a steel bar on their chests. It feels like the whole church is in a horror movie dressing room.
"Yes, when it was time to change shifts, when I went to find Carl, I found that guy was gone. I couldn't find it when I searched around. He probably just left." The person who spoke was a black bald man. The glasses were wrapped in gauze, and faint blood seeped out.
"It seems that Rafael did it. She must have discovered something." The white leader said indifferently, "This guy is much more difficult to deal with than her grandma."
"Now that this line has been discovered, what's your plan next?" The priest stepped out from the side, frowning at the white leader.
"Let's leave it at that for the time being. Our loss is not small, and those damned witches are not much different. It is estimated that after this time, both parties will have to rest for a while." The white man hesitated, "I always feel that Rafael is planning something. The guy is hailed as the strongest witch in Grandall ever, and tonight's action will definitely not be a simple warning."
"What kind of blood oath society, except for the older generation of witches, the core members are only a few dozen people. As long as you don't break the ancestral agreement and wantonly break the balance, no matter how powerful she is, there is no need to take the initiative to break the rules." The priest shook his head. . "In addition, there are some vampires passing by outside, what are you going to do with them?"
"What do those outsiders have to do with me?" The white man sneered, "Just leave it to those witches to kill them. Before I came in, I sent someone to warn them that if they don't follow Jayne's rules, they deserve to die."
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In the bar, the DJ played very rhythmic drum music, singing along with the lyrics in foreign languages.
The crowd on the dance floor writhed and danced, screaming and clapping loudly under the flickering lights.
On the dance floor, two burly white men hugged a slim girl, twisting their bodies vigorously to the rhythm.
A voice from nowhere suddenly echoed in the ears of the two of them.
The pupils of the two shrank, exchanged glances, pushed away the girl in front of them, separated from the crowd and walked outside.
Ignoring the questioning shouts from the girl behind them, the two left the bar, turned a few corners, and walked into a dead end on the side.
At night, the alleys and alleys are empty. .
Boom!
Two strong women who appeared suddenly grabbed the two men by their collars and pressed them against the wall.
"You broke the rules."
At the entrance of the alley, a beautiful girl with blond hair and a shawl appeared at some point, staring at the two big men indifferently.
"Witch? What rules? We didn't do anything!" One of the big men growled in a low voice, "We just got here this morning."
With a bang, a woman slammed her knees and smashed his words back into her stomach.
"It is not allowed to suck blood in public, this is my Grando's rule"
"Shit!" Another big man interrupted her, "Human beings are livestock, we can eat whenever we want! If it weren't for you damned women, and those traitors from the Ming Party!"
Boom! !
This time the crash was stronger than before.
The big man's eyes turned white, and his words were immediately beaten back into his stomach again.
"People from the Secret Party?" The blond girl frowned, "Kill it, Grando doesn't welcome the Secret Party."
She turned to leave the alley, and behind her came the eerie crooning of a woman and the roar of a ferocious impact.
(end of this chapter)