Grande welcomed its first guest in the early morning.
"Is Zach here?" Merman Moorman parked the car in Grande's backyard. When he got out of the car, he locked the car, leaving someone in the back seat banging the window desperately and howling. "Let me out!" It was Moorman's car. The soundproofing seemed to be good, and the only sound that could be heard outside was the humming sound.
Mollman looked sad and looked at Alice holding the shovel from the kitchen window, "Where's Zach?"
Alice blinked and looked at Brian who was locked in the car... Wait, it's not Brian, it's Ryan who desperately wants to leave this funeral home where a vampire is the owner! Alice pointed her shovel toward the ground, "Basement."
"Oh!" Mollman immediately ran to the back porch.
"Hey! Moorman!" Alice glanced at the window anxiously, ran back quickly, and successfully stopped the mermaid in the stairwell, "Wait, Moorman! You, you'd better not go down... Zach is here … exist… "
In 'tune-teach-'general'. Alice couldn't say this.
Mollman pressed the handrail of the stairs and hesitated, "Are you sorry to disturb me?"
"Inconvenient!" Alice nodded vigorously.
"Then..." Mollman looked down at his shoes with a sad face, and then looked at his car outside the door. The man locked in the back seat was still beating the window desperately, "Then, that guy?"
Alice looked at the people in the car, with a firm expression on her face, and put the shovel in Mollman's hand, "You go to the kitchen and help me, I'll go downstairs!"
Before Mollman could agree, Alice had already run up the stairs and headed straight to the second floor. Do you know what Alice is going to do? She was going to turn Ryan into Brian. She has done this kind of thing once, remember.
There was the sound of an engine approaching Grande again, and a new car was parked in the backyard. The charming Riley got out of the car with her head sideways, frowned at the car next to her and Ryan locked inside, twitched the corner of her mouth, then turned to look at Grande, and happened to see the man holding the car from the kitchen window. The mermaid Mollman hid behind the desk as if he had seen a ghost.
"Tsk." Riley had no time to care about this sea creature. "Confused." After saying this, he stepped onto the back porch, entered the stairwell with familiarity, and went directly to the basement.
At the door of the basement, Riley knocked on the door cautiously, "Zach, I'm coming in." Then she opened the door and immediately covered her mouth and nose as she entered. "Do you have to make it so bloody, vampire?"
"It's not me." Zach sat neatly dressed in the corner of the basement, looking at the 'General' who was tied up on the stone platform, "It's because he was too uncooperative."
Riley pulled the corners of her covered mouth to the side as much as she wanted. She didn't want to interfere too much in the vampire's internal affairs, so she walked directly to the stone platform.
The 'General', whose hands, feet and neck were immobilized, was struggling. There was a wooden stake stuck in his arm, leaning sideways to the outside of the stone platform. At the lower end of the wooden stake that was soaked in bright red blood, a thin stream of blood was flowing into a blood tank. Zach is forcibly taking blood from the 'General'.
Riley looked at the half-filled can of blood. He frowned and said, "That's not enough." Then he looked at the speed at which the 'general' was being forced to bleed, and shook his head, "We don't have time to wait. In an hour, the disease control personnel will arrive at Bishop Manor. "
Zach comes out of the corner. He directly removed the wooden stake from the 'General's' arm, tore off the chains that bound him, and handed him a bottle of 'wine'.
The 'General' almost pounced towards Zach, with teeth, claws and red eyes, he pounced on his maker - Zach in full vampire mode!
"I want to kill..."
Zach turned around. He let go of the attack of his 'unfilial son' and placed the wine bottle in his hand on the stone platform, as if he wanted it or not.
"Okay, General." Zach shook his head and rolled up his sleeves, regardless of the 'General's' attack again. "Isn't it so aggrieved to draw a little blood from you?" Zach patted himself in an anthropomorphic manner and revealed His fair arm seemed to be looking for blood vessels, and the fingers of his other hand traced the arm.
The entire arm-long cut in his eyes was instantly covered in bright red, and the slender blood flow was pulled by gravity, flowing down the fair skin and converging on Zach's deliberately straightened fingers. Zach squatted down in front of the stone platform, pointing his fingers downward, letting the blood flow flow into the blood tank that Riley said was not enough.
The 'General' had the momentum to pounce, but the ending was extremely sloppy. The moment he rushed to Zach's side, he jumped up, climbed onto the stone platform, grabbed the wine bottle with an angry look on his face, pulled out the cork and started drinking.
Riley watched Zach bleed and hugged her shoulders tightly. It was not a pleasant experience to be in the same room with two vampires.
"Did you see that?" Zach was bleeding himself, while looking sideways at the "General" who was drinking wine on the stone platform. "This is control. You should be able to control the degree of healing of your wounds." ." Zach's tone made people want to twitch, "I'm not saying that you can control it as perfectly as I do. You have to practice for another four centuries. But at least it shouldn't be the same as you just now, and you still need to use equipment. "
The implements refer to chains to prevent struggling and wooden stakes to forcefully penetrate the arms.
"Get out of here!" Bang! The 'General' placed the empty wine bottle heavily on the stone platform and broke it into pieces. "The wound must be healed!" He stared at his palm that was pricked by the bottle fragments with an angry look on his face, and casually grabbed it off with his other hand. Broken glass and wounds of varying depths healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Since our blood is everything we, suck, and vampires are, why waste time letting it drain away!"
"Because." Zach continued to look at his arm that was bleeding and filling the blood tank. As I said before, this is 'training-', "If Nuo is irreparably injured by human medicine, you have to watch Is he dead?"
The 'General's' expression froze for a moment, "This is different!"
"What's the difference?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "Your blood can save him." Zach's fingers traced his wounds, and the fingertips were stained with bright red, standing in front of the 'general' face, " But, because you heal too fast, your body is full of things that can save him, but you can't take it out. If you don't learn to control it now, will you wait until then? "
The 'General' seemed to be retorting, with his expression and mouth. He looked like he was about to speak several times, but in the end he didn't say anything. He only frowned and said, "I'm trying my best!"
Zach shrugged, "Then work harder. I don't need to remind you. Now Nuo is in an unsafe situation." Zach glanced sideways at the 'General', "It's still because of you."
The 'General' found an angle to counterattack and glared at Zach, "Don't confuse this! What you are doing now has nothing to do with Nuo!" He glanced at Riley, and then at Zach's blood pouring At this speed, the blood tank is about to be full, "You just don't want to bleed so much, so you use the excuse of teaching me to control my healing ability to draw my blood!"
"Of course it is." Zach admitted shamelessly, "Do you want me to watch you bleed in vain just to teach you how to control?" Zach shook his head and looked at the wound on his arm as the jar was almost full. It healed immediately. His fingers were smeared on the arm without any waste, pushing the blood that had flowed out into the tank. "Of course it will make your blood useful, right?"
Zach glanced sideways at the 'General' and actually smiled. "You also know that blood is all we have, and you don't want to waste it. Me too. After all..." Zach pointed his finger on the 'General's' chest, which was a provocative gesture, "Your blood comes from me."
The 'General' waved his hand and slapped Zach's fingers away, staring at his creator in a depressed manner. Making careless friends, this was the only thought in 'General's mind.
Zach doesn't mind either. Smiling, he sealed the mouth of the blood jar. Although there are many principles of dissatisfaction with this descendant, Zach has begun to get used to the way of getting along with the 'General'. The 'General' is a simple guy, and that is the fact. Everyone is looking forward and life goes on.
The 'General' glanced at Riley, who had already come up to pick up the blood tank, and frowned, "So, are you going out today too?"
"Of course, I don't want any more accidents to happen as we wrap things up at the Bishop Manor." Zach answered directly, then raised his eyebrows, "That's right." Zach walked to a corner of the basement where a facade was set up. Mirror, "Your mission today is still this."
As if to demonstrate, Zach stood in front of the mirror and looked at his own image inside, adjusted his clothes, and said really annoying words, "Of course, I don't expect you to be like me. ..." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Perfect." He didn't know if he meant his own skin or the detailed image in the mirror. "Your task today is just to cast a little shadow."
Riley rolled her eyes and walked to the basement door, "I'll wait for you up there."
Zach nodded to show he heard.
The 'general' pursed his lips, and his anger seemed to rise again, "When will you teach me to act during the day! I still have things to do..."
Zach immediately interrupted, and first sneered mercilessly, "Are you talking about the things in the southeast?" Zach shook his head with a scornful expression, "Revenge, a comeback, boring things like that."
"This! No! Boring!"
"It's just boring." Zach shook his head, with a bit of disdain on his face, deliberately, "'General', there is no need for us to be polite now, what can I say? When I first met you , just think your gangs in the Southeast are ridiculous.”
"you!"
"Admit it, 'General'." Zach turned around, "Your gang in the southeast, even if it is not destroyed by civil strife this time, it will never develop." Zach stared at his eyes that were turning red again. General', "The closer the relationship between Grande and the West District, the stronger this feeling I have." Zach pointed to a folder placed on the table next to the stone platform, guess what
It was "Barton's Bottom" written by Zach himself, "Do you want to avenge your gang's men and brothers? Do you know who the target of revenge is?"
"Falken!" the 'General' replied. Please don't be surprised by this name yet. Zach will definitely have a hand in the affairs in the Southeast. If Zach goes, the story will naturally be revealed to everyone. There is no rush now.
"Then, how are you going to take revenge?" This was not a question. Zach shook his head. "Now you can break into Falcon's manor alone and kill all the living creatures of the Falcon family. In this way, Are you satisfied?"
The 'General' looked gloomy and said nothing.
Zach nodded, "Think about these things when you are ready. Now, you need to listen to me and learn to adapt to your new identity first." Zach faced the mirror again and raised his eyebrows, " Maybe a little motivation is a good thing, how about you upgrade your mission today so that the shadow you project must have at least four limbs?"
The 'General' looked at Zach with a bad expression, "Didn't you say that it would be easier to operate during the day than this? Shouldn't I start learning from the simple ones?"
Zach had seen enough of himself in the mirror and waved his hand, "I also told you that if you fail to practice operating during the day, you will end up being burned to death directly. Fifty percent of unlucky newborn vampires die from this. ." Zach replied as he was about to leave the basement.
"It is indeed simpler. If you think you are the lucky half and want to try it without my personal care..." Zach stood at the door of the basement, holding the door open as if to close it, "I will Please feel free to leave the door unlocked. You know, this is your home too."
'General' clicked his tongue, turned around and didn't bother to look at Zach anymore, and walked towards the mirror. What was reflected in the mirror was nothing except his two reddish pupils. 'The General' still has a long way to go.
Zach went up to the first floor. The engine roared in the Grand's backyard and turned off. It was a large vehicle unlike a car. Grand's third wave of guests arrived. Well, he can't be considered a guest, but the Austin construction team who came to work. In order to fulfill the three-day promise to the Grand Master, he came here at this time.
Zach watched this guy jump out of the car anxiously, directing the workers still holding bread in their mouths to rush to Grande's work area. He twisted his lips and had no interest in paying more attention. However, the burnt smell wafting from the restaurant made him... Zach looked sideways into the restaurant.
Mollman looked at Zach unnaturally, and next to him sat a confused Brian. Well, it was Brian, because he glanced at Zach, smiled, and did not run away. Alice is quite fast.
Zach blinked and suddenly remembered, "Ah! Moorman, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you to look after Brian the day before yesterday!" Yes, Zach didn't go back to pick up Brian after he left Brian at the beach on Monday. Ryan, so don’t think Zach’s apology is sincere!
"No, it's okay." Moorman replied awkwardly, "He's very, um, obedient."
Zach's eyebrows twitched, with a strange look on his face, "Well, thank you for sending him back. I have something else to do..."
"Lei, does Riley want to go with you?!" Moorman asked impatiently.
Zach raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes. We'll leave right away." This is probably a racial dispute that only aliens understand. Zach smiled and said, "You can leave after breakfast, there is no need to worry."
"Well, well, thank you." Moorman looked relaxed.
"Zach!" Riley was already sitting in the car, honking the horn impatiently, "We are in a hurry!"
Zack gave Mollman one last smile and left. (..)