Before the stone in the mountain is opened, no one knows what spiders, scorpions and ants are hidden underneath.
Human civilization is such a stone.
One day more than fifty years ago, it was opened by the poisonous rain of eternal night, and then... alien races living in the darkness of history appeared one after another.
The frightened humans and the monsters from the fairy tale temporarily join forces to escape from the old city.
In the early war with Sha, no god representing light and justice appeared. Instead, the dark aliens who always represented evil showed their power and played an important role in building the foundation of the new city.
This led to the complete collapse of religious beliefs in the human world. A large number of humans took refuge in the dark alien races and sold their souls in exchange for unnatural power. There are still people who firmly believe that signing a contract with darkness is the real reason why humans awaken their superpowers.
The most active of the alien races is the blood race, also known as vampires. They regard themselves as ancient nobles and possess cruel and powerful power. Human beings sacrificed their blood in exchange for the vampire's protection, and the vampire became increasingly excessive. It wasn't until certain branches of the blood race began to raise humans like livestock that humans finally woke up. Relying on foreign races to fight evil spirits was tantamount to driving away wolves and rejecting tigers, and they were eventually devoured.
The war between humans and aliens started again in the post-disaster world, and it lasted for ten years. Those ten years were the most difficult ten years when there were demons before humans and alien races behind them. Fortunately, mankind won the final victory and drove the aliens back into the darkness.
Wu Chan only heard about the above, and could not determine whether it was the artistic creation of human beings against evil spirits. After all, human beings who had just experienced the poisonous rain of eternal night were full of unknowns about the disaster, and it was easy to find answers in myths and stories.
But there is a group of people who spread the word about the existence of vampires. Their predecessors were monks from the Snow Mountain Spirit Sect who had been at war with the Vampires for thousands of years in the pre-disaster world. According to legend, they practiced hard scriptures and secret techniques, and were as cruel as self-mutilation.
Nowadays, they call themselves ghost slayers.
He uses the moon ring hanging in his ear as his identity emblem, uses the three colors of copper, silver and gold as his cultivation base, and takes killing vampires as his lifelong duty to travel around the new city in the world.
Ghost slayers think they are saving the common people, but they are regarded by humans as paranoid, fanatical, and self-absorbed lunatics. Because what they killed was not the vampires with solid evidence, but any existence they suspected of being a vampire. Excessive manslaughter made them resented by others. If their skills were not so strong that people would not dare to provoke them, they would have disappeared long ago.
Wu Chan was being targeted by the ghost slayer at this moment, and he was probably suspected of being a vampire.
Wu Zen moved his eyes away from the moon ring and looked at the ghost slayer again.
This is the third ghost slayer Wu Chan has seen. The first two are both over fifty years old, with copper-colored moon rings hanging from their ears. This man only looks like he is in his early twenties, but the moon ring is silver. He has the appearance of a boy and a girl, his eyes are narrow and charming, and his long black hair is combed back and fixed with a hairband. The white trench coat was slightly stained with dust, and there was a line of vermilion piping on the left chest that went down to the bottom, like a sharp and narrow knife wound.
His own weapon was a long knife, with the handle protruding from the table next to his right hand. Wu Chan couldn't see his hand, but he didn't doubt the speed of his drawing the knife.
While Wu Zen was looking at the ghost slayer, he was also looked at carefully from head to toe, especially the ferocious leopard, which he looked at again and again. In the end, the two people's eyes collided in the air again, and two seconds later, the ghost slayer looked away.
Wu Chan turned back and took a sip of water. Although he was curious about why the ghost slayer appeared in the old city, he had no intention of seeking information. Curiosity is something that Wu Chan has long trained to be able to control it freely.
He didn't want to be curious about others, but someone was very curious about him.
A man in his forties who smelled of tobacco sat on Wu Chan's right side and waved his finger at the young boss.
"Have a cup of 'phlegm'."
This is probably the most disgusting wine name Wu Chan has ever heard.
The wine glass half filled with yellow liquid was pushed to the tobacco man. He stirred it around with his fingers and then took a sip.
"Brother, you're very jealous." He opened the cigarette case and handed one to Wu Chan. When Wu Chan didn't take it, he took it into his mouth.
"New here." Wu Chan said.
"Personal treasure hunting?"
The tobacco man lit a match and lit a cigarette. The light of the fire made his expression flicker. Then he exhaled a puff of white smoke and asked himself: "It's not easy to hunt for treasure by yourself."
Wu Chan didn't respond as his pan-fried venison shank was served.
The young boss put over a small bottle of salt shaker: "If the taste is not enough, add more yourself."
"Thank you." Wu Chan cut the venison.
"What time is it?" Tobacco Man asked the boss.
"Ten minutes to eight o'clock."
"As usual, Liu Datipi and his gang of losers were already half-drunk in the store, but they haven't shown up yet today. Do you think it's strange or not?" said the tobacco man.
"Maybe something has delayed us." The boss said.
"What could delay them? Kill the deer?"
The tobacco man looked at Wu Chan, whose rhythm of cutting meat was not affected in any way.
"Brother, did you meet such a group of people on your way to Wolfsburg today? The boss is a tall man with superpowers that can turn himself into a steel sculpture. He seems to have a lot of men, but he is actually a guy who uses superpowers to create Keep up the facade."
Wu Chan picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
"You disturbed me while I was eating."
"This guest must have never met Liu Da Tiepi." The boss tried to smooth things over.
The tobacco man leaned down, inserted his fingers into the wound of the deer carcass on the ground, stirred it for a long time, then took out something and placed it on the bar.
At first glance, it looked like a broken bone stained with blood, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a fragment of a stone thorn.
"I think he's seen it. And not just seen it."
"Speak directly if you have anything to say." Wu Chan said.
The tobacco man smoked with squinted eyes and blew out a puff of white smoke into Wu Chan's face.
"Liu Datiepi has at least ten or eight evil cells in his hands. Don't be too greedy."
"want to?"
"It's not that I want it," the tobacco man said, "it's that you have to hand it over."
The noise in the house disappeared, the clink of billiard balls disappeared, and only the gramophone slowly turned the lazy old love songs.
Seventeen or eight eyes were locked on Wu Chan.
"Looking at you, you seem reluctant." The tobacco man put the cigarette butt into the wine glass and put it out.
"You can remove it." Wu Chan said.
Seeing that Wu Chan was calm in the face of danger, the tobacco man smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem if we don't pay. I am the most reasonable person." Changing the subject, he held the wine glass with the cigarette butts soaked in and asked, "Do you know why this wine is called thick phlegm? ? Heh-bah.”
He spat hard into the cup, as if the spit came not from his lungs but from his heels.
He put the wine glass in front of Wu Chan's face.
"If you drink this cup of thick phlegm, you won't have to pay anything."
"Thank you for giving me new insights." Wu Chan said.
"The rules of Wolfsburg?" The tobacco man smiled evilly.
"No, a mouthful of phlegm can be used as last words."
"?"
The tobacco man wanted to speak but couldn't.
A table knife pierced his throat and blocked his trachea.
"If you are willing, then wait until I finish the meal."
Wu Chan holds a fierce leopard in his hand.
"Of course, I guess you don't want to, so you're welcome and come along."
Finally finished the third chapter of Sunday the previous week. This chapter does not affect the evening update.
I can finally ask everyone for tickets! !