Is it really empty
Herbert thought for a moment, took a breath, put his head close to the coffin, and whispered:
"… Are you there?"
Click.
As he called out, a faint sound suddenly came from the coffin.
Click!
Chapter 30 Hello, Tomb Master, I am your gravedigger
In the lightless darkness, a strange sound came from the coffin.
(Click.)
It sounded like someone was tapping it gently, or like someone was scratching it weakly with polished fingernails.
There is someone in the coffin.
There are still living people!
At this moment, under the influence of the surrounding environment, Herbert couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and took a breath.
"hiss!"
He swallowed and whispered with trembling lips: "Yes, there are zongzi."
Oh no.
Tomb robbing encounters zongzi!
Herbert wanted to just run away... Of course, that wasn't the case.
Of course there are living things in the coffin, well, it seems okay to say there are dead things
Does anyone know how to classify vampires
At this point, Herbert could not have guessed that the coffin in front of him belonged to the second prisoner imprisoned in the Lightless Prison.
It was obvious that Archmage Svani, who secretly controlled the road to the Lightless Prison, did not want to see him.
Compromise.
But he didn't give up completely, he just compromised a little.
Sfanny didn't want to see anyone, so she pushed another roommate out as a shield.
[Bloodfallen], [Krimicide], [Blood Prince] - Eliza Fate
A vicious alien who had no famous achievements or records in the human world and was imprisoned simply because of the title of "Vampire Prince".
Herbert looked at the Gothic-style black iron coffin and felt a little emotional: "Vampire Prince... Just hearing this name sounds like a fantasy world."
Like "I was forced to quit the team and woke up the vampire princess who had been sleeping for 300 years in the dungeon", "I can't be a hero because the vampire prince fell in love with me"...
Don’t worry about whether the content is reliable or not, but as long as the name is long enough, people will want to read it - I want to see what’s written with such a long name!
(Click.)
"Well, it shouldn't be as ridiculous as in the novels. I don't know what her personality will be like. Is she easy to deceive... Is she easy to talk to?"
(Click!)
"What if he's an autistic child like Sfanny? Wouldn't it be difficult for me to conquer this area?"
(Click, click…)
Herbert thought for a while, then suddenly remembered something. He turned around and looked at the motionless coffin, tilting his head in confusion.
"Eh? That's so slow."
"I've been waiting for her for a long time, why hasn't she come out yet? Is she shy?"
After watching silently for a while, when there was no sound in the coffin, Herbert finally confirmed something very important.
It seems that this vampire doesn't want to come out, but he really can't come out.
Is it too weak
Knock knock.
Herbert knocked on the coffin again and asked tentatively: "Um, do you need help?"
In response, there was a series of knocks.
(Click, click, click…)
From the frequency of the knocking, it can be heard that the person inside is really anxious.
Although the vampire did not speak, Herbert had already heard a series of calls - Save me! Save me! Save me!
"Okay."
Judging from the current situation, their first meeting may not be as legendary as in the fantasy story.
But from another perspective, it is also very legendary.
Have you ever seen a story where the hero helps the heroine dig a grave
Hello girl, I am your gravedigger!
Herbert did intend to help, but new problems arose.
"By the way, how can I help you?"
He looked at the black iron coffin that was more than three meters long and at least two meters wide, then looked at his own arms and legs, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Is it pushing? Pulling? Or lifting?"
My friend, is your coffin a sliding lid or a flip lid
Herbert pushed hard for a while before the coffin lid moved slightly, revealing a tiny gap.
The gap was really small, only a few millimeters wide, and the sword blade could only be inserted into it.
Herbert hesitated for a moment, but decided not to use his sword as a crowbar.
That operation is somewhat too extravagant.
Or wait till I find a real holy sword of physics...
Just as Herbert was about to leave to update his equipment, the vampire who had been silent for a long time finally spoke:
"… Blood."
"Give me... blood."
An extremely weak voice floated out from the crack of the coffin, and just hearing it gave Herbert goose bumps.
"Help me, give me the blood..."
An ancient being in the coffin was calling out softly, trying to get someone from the outside world to give her a little help.
"Help!"
"Drop your blood on it!"
“Save me!”
"I will definitely repay you..."
It was impossible to tell the age of the woman's voice. All that remained in the ears was a hoarse and rough sound, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, which made people feel creepy.
But at the same time, that voice seemed to have a strange magic that made Herbert involuntarily want to do what she said.
[Draw the sword!]
[Drop the blood into the coffin!]
The vampire didn't say it explicitly, but these three voices kept echoing in Herbert's heart, bewitching him.
"… "
Gradually, all the expressions on Herbert's face disappeared, and his eyes became dull and indifferent.
He raised his hand and pressed it on the hilt, slowly pulling it out of the scabbard.
sand-
The vampire seemed to have heard the voices from the outside world, knowing that it was the most critical moment, and increased the intensity of his calls.
"Come!"
"Come and help me!"
"Good boy, come on... ah!?"
The person in the coffin let out a cry of surprise.
Because the mortal did walk to the coffin with a sword in hand as she had expected, but he did not cut his wrists as she had instructed.
Instead... a sword stabbed into the gap of the coffin!
clang—
The sharp sword blade pierced her chest straight away!
"cough!?"
Unexpectedly, the little blood left was coughed out of his mouth and was quickly sucked back by Eliza halfway before it scattered.
My blood!
The already weak vampire became even more listless, his mind full of question marks.
No, how on earth did he do it
The vampire couldn't help himself and asked quickly: "You, what are you doing?"
In response, Herbert curled his lips and responded as a matter of course: "Don't you need blood? Am I not helping you?"
Damn it!
What I want is your blood!
Didn't I ask you to help me like this?!
Until this moment, Eliza had never doubted her ability to hypnotize, she just felt that this mortal's brain circuits were not normal.
But Herbert didn't intend to continue acting.
Just cooperate a bit, it would be boring if you act too much.
He said directly: "Ms. Vampire, you know what? We could have had a good conversation, but you chose to provoke me."
Herbert's second most annoying thing now is "other people trying to control his mind", second only to "being squashed".
This is intolerable, what else can we not tolerate
When Eliza hesitated, Herbert said indifferently: "By the way, don't you want my blood?"
"good."
"I'll give it to you."
Herbert grabbed the sword blade stuck in the gap!
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Chapter 31 Holy Light and Pollution (Please read on!)
Herbert's sword was extremely sharp, and the blade could easily cut through pig iron.
Not to mention his fragile body.
He clenched his hand hard, and the flesh on the palm was cut directly, and the blood quickly flowed along the sword blade into the coffin.
hiss!
Herbert's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his back teeth tightly.
This group of unruly people are all troublesome.