After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

[Chapter 5]: What a gentleman should do!

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Qingyan walked out of the transaction.

"Mr. Edward, welcome next time."

With a bright smile on the vampire's face, he waved goodbye to him with great enthusiasm, "I will have the coffin you ordered made overnight, and delivered to the mansion by 4 pm tomorrow!"

Fang Qingyan didn't turn his head, he left on his own, and quickly disappeared from this person's sight.

The smile on the vampire's face slowly disappeared, he looked thoughtfully in the direction Fang Qingyan left, and muttered to himself:

"A man from Count Carstein? Well, for the count's sake, I'll let you go."

In the black market, it is not uncommon for black people to eat black people.

Fang Qingyan just took out three pieces of body material of noble blood clan at one time, which means that three nobles are very likely to be killed!

But the man in the trading house didn't ask any more questions and bought it directly, not afraid of getting into trouble.

It can be seen that this guy is also a ruthless man with a background!

...

Walking in the street.

Fang Qingyan touched the purse that was bulging high around his waist, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

One baron's claws and two viscount's fangs sold for a high price of thirty gold coins!

With his current salary of three silver coins per month as a servant in the castle, he would have to struggle for a hundred years to earn so much money.

It can be seen how high the value of the high-level blood clan is.

Fang Qingyan spent a huge sum of two gold coins to make a custom-made coffin for himself, and sent them directly to Kastein Castle.

He wasn't afraid that the boss would let them know about it.

After all, things like "corpse raising coffins" are very common in the ancestral land. For the vampires, it is just a bed for sleeping. Many civilian-level vampires have also customized them, which is not unusual.

Anyway, the appearance is similar. Unless you lie in and experience it, you will not know whether it is a "wooden bed" with two silver coins or a "Simmons" with two gold coins.

"This place is full of fish and dragons. If you stay for a long time, you may be stared at, so you should leave quickly."

With this in mind, Fang Qingyan quickened his pace and left the black market in a short time.

The purpose of his trip has been achieved.

With the artifact of raising the corpse coffin, coupled with the assistance of the "Blood Clan's Soul Refinement Secret Art", Fang Qingyan is confident that he will awaken his superpowers within three days and break through to the baron rank!

...

He was not interested in the prosperity of the city that never sleeps in Lahmia.

For him, the real beauty is the power of strength, and indulging in the wine pool and meat forest will only make people degenerate.

In such a dangerous world, a person who loses self-discipline will lose his life.

Declining the warm invitation of the street girl, Fang Qingyan stopped a carriage at the street intersection: "Send me to Castle Kastein."

The coachman rode his horse and whipped his whip, and the carriage went away with a "gurgling" sound.

Almost at the same time, several figures appeared, their eyes locked on Fang Qingyan's carriage.

"You read that right?"

The man shrouded in the black robe asked in a hoarse voice.

"There can be no mistake. I paid attention to this kid when he entered the trading house. When he came out, the boss of the trading house was very enthusiastic about him, and his waist was obviously bulging. He must be a fat sheep!"

The speaker's voice was strange, his eyes were glowing red, and after speaking, he stuck out his tongue bloodthirsty and licked Senran's fangs.

"Then I'll shoot him tonight, a mere last bloodline, I'll kill him like a chicken!"

"What about the coachman? It's okay to kill the last blood race. It's illegal to move humans, and humans are taxpayers under the law!"

"Pay a shit tax! It's not for Laozi, the livestock raised by the nobles. They will be slaughtered together later, eaten and wiped. Who would know that we did it?"

...

grumbling-

The carriage went out of the city gate and drove on the road in the wild.

Fang Qingyan leaned on the leather cushions on his back and closed his eyes in the carriage.

In fact, he is meditating, and he has regarded the practice of "Blood Clan Raising Qi and Refining Blood" as a subconscious habit.

Ten minutes later, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes suddenly opened and closed.

someone following me? ! !

Fang Qingyan's face became slightly ugly.

His current mental power has long been different from what it used to be. Although the level of life has not yet broken through the baron, his mental power is no longer weaker than that of ordinary barons.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that he was being followed, but he was not particularly convinced of his hunch.

What if it was just the way?

After thinking for a few seconds, Fang Qingyan opened the curtain of the car and said to the driver:

"Hello, I need to trouble you with something."

"What's your order? Please say it." The human coachman was very cautious, and answered with a pursed lips.

Obedient and well-behaved, it is obvious that he has a deep fear of the blood race.

"Please take a detour and go to the sparsely populated remote area. I can pay you three more copper coins." Fang Qingyan politely made his request.

"Okay... okay."

Although the human driver is beating drums in his heart, he is afraid that this vampire is plotting against his own body, otherwise why would he order himself to go to the wilderness?

But he worries that if he refuses, it will be arranged now.

So just do it.

Fang Qingyan didn't care about the delusional images of being destroyed that flashed in the driver's mind.

He held his breath, calmed his mind completely, and then mobilized his mental power to release his perception.

really!

There was indeed someone behind him, and he deliberately kept a certain distance. Even if the carriage left the road and headed for the wilderness, it still followed.

Fang Qingyan opened his eyes, his eyes were already cold.

Laozi has been low-key enough. From entering the black market to exiting, it took no more than 15 minutes, and there was no extravagance.

But even so, he was still being watched.

Is it the guy from the trading house who wants to eat black?

Fang Qingyan's anger rose in his heart, no matter who it is, who dares to hit my attention, he must be ready to accept a lesson.

He has always been wearing a service that symbolizes the "last blood family", so most people who can target such "weak" as him are unlikely to be noble-level vampires with titles.

If a noble wants to kill a pariah, he doesn't need to follow him out of the city in such a wretched manner.

Killing casually on the street, what can you do?

Therefore, Fang Qingyan did not panic.

"Pull over."

He spoke to the driver in a calm voice.

The car stopped, he walked down, and said to the driver: "You wait for me here, I'll solve some small troubles, and come back soon."

...

The group of people following behind were a little stunned.

"The carriage has stopped, what are you doing?"

Someone is puzzled.

"Go, go up and have a look."

Someone said in a low voice.

They drove forward, leaning toward the carriage ahead.

boom -

Suddenly, a huge force descended from the sky, and a terrifying strong wind whistled, crushing down like an overwhelming force.

The carriages of the followers were torn apart in an instant, and the four fell out in dismay.

They looked up in anger, and saw a handsome young man in front of him with his arms folded over his chest, looking at himself and others indifferently.

"Stalking others is not what a gentleman should do, your parents should have taught you this!"

There was a hint of coldness in Fang Qingyan's voice. *

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