Alice's Dream Club

Its tone is very serious, and its attitude is even more serious.

"Sorry, embarrassing..."

"..."x4

Obviously this voice belongs to the first life, as a bridge connecting the blood race and the club, it is a very appropriate arrangement for her to come to greet her.

Of course, it is really offensive to use only one bat clone to meet them. The person who put forward this point of view is not Alice, but the Second King.

She was lying on the back of the driver's seat, and the light of reprimand flashed in her big eyes.

"Don't blame me for turning my elbows outward. The blood race has a strange inadaptability to the magic of shape change. What's the matter with you using a bat clone to come here?"

"First of all, let me correct you, this is the main body."

I gave up the act of pretending to be a sculpture, and limply lay on the perfume box.

"Secondly, I'm actually a little strange... Every time I'm in front of you, most of the magic may fail. For this reason, I once specially launched an academic research and followed up observation and research for a long time."

"The results of it?"

"give up."

After restarting the car, Lynch interrupted the reminiscence between the mother and son while continuing to drive along the path.

"Speaking of which, I thought you blood race wouldn't turn into bats. After all, it's rare for you to use this ability."

"Well," I moved a bit, and let myself face Lynch, "The main thing is the development of shadow magic. Incarnation magic is far less useful than shadow magic. Turning into a bat will leave a body that can be attacked, and blending into the shadow not only It can eliminate the possibility of being chased, and can easily rely on the nourishment of shadow power to recover from injuries. More importantly, bat swarms in modern cities are too eye-catching, and it is more convenient to rely on shadows to act."

"Then why did you come here in bat form today?" Second King asked.

"Because I am on duty today as the gatekeeper, the consumption of the bat form is much lower than that of the human form, and eating an apple can last a day."

Such a solemn and serious explanation completely made the few people here feel that she was joking.

Sensing the subtlety and weirdness hovering in the car, I sat up and opened his mouth, exposing the not-so-sharp teeth inside.

"Fruit bats have a huge advantage."

If it weren't for the psychological preparation to destroy the Three Views, Lynch would be able to kick the accelerator and smash the car to the side of the road.

God TM fruit bat!

Seriously, this group of vampires is really the most bloodless group of vampires that Lynch has ever seen. They don't harm innocent people, don't fight with holy forces like the Holy See, and don't go to their old enemy werewolves to fight all day long. The most terrible thing is They don't fucking suck blood and instead change their species to eat fruit!

Damn, they should apologize to the vampires in the setting and story.

After driving along the path for a while, I could see the ancient organ castle on the cliff in the distance. The closer I got to the castle, the less oppressive I felt. After thinking about it, Lin Qi asked: "Did the uncomfortable feeling when I came here come from the gushing out of those dead song extensions?"

"Well, the atmosphere of chaos and death comes from the group of dead song extensions," I nodded, "Now that the rift is closed, the impact will be reduced a lot. It should take a few days for the impact to disappear. It will be completely cleared by the purification mechanism of the enchantment, and then this place will return to its former calm."

Parking the car in the parking space in a regular manner, Lynch got out of the car and opened the door for his three employees.

At this time, Lu Sifan had been waiting outside the castle for a long time. Seeing Lynch's figure, he hurried up to greet him, intending to apologize - after Lynch left last time, he learned through his life that this is the one who really caused trouble. A remarkable existence, even though he didn't take it lightly last time, the name of the witch still made him afraid.

"Respect..."

"Okay, let's get down to business," Lynch interrupted Lu Sifan and went straight to the point, "Haven't you ever thought of letting the second generation's common sense touch those slates?"

Lynch didn't intend to pursue it, so Lu Sifan temporarily swallowed his apology.

"I have thought about it, but considering the situation of the blood race, I finally gave up-because of the extension of the dead song, we dare not take too much risk."

After thinking for a while, Lynch suddenly understood what the so-called adventure meant.

The second generation is suspected to be related to the woman on the stone slab, and that woman is the source of power for the blood race. If the second generation is really the god-like woman, then two situations are likely to occur after touching the stone slab: First, wake up and take care of the blood race again; second, there is a flaw that affects the power she bestows on the blood race, making the blood race become an ordinary group in an instant.

Fighting against the extension of Death Song is their mission, so under the premise of too many uncertainties, Lu Sifan really didn't dare to take this risk.

If you become an ordinary person in an instant, so many years of persistence will not only fail, but also endanger the safety of the entire ethnic group.

This is a huge gamble with tens of thousands of lives, and Lu Sifan is not the kind of crazy gambler who bets the lives of his own people at will.

Knowing this, Lynch put more thought into the next contact.

"What happened to that crack?"

Following Rusfan's guidance to the hall of the ancient castle, a group of five people...and a bat walked towards a passage leading to the ground.

The channel has obviously been modernized, and even the retinal recognition program has been installed with dozens of channels. After scanning the last retinal recognition, Lu Sifan sighed softly when he heard Lynch's question: "I don't know, that gap was opened a long time ago. It exists, our family built this enchantment to completely 'close' those dead song extensions, naturally our family tried to send people in to investigate, but those investigators..."

"Nobody came back?"

"No, they're all back," Lu Sifan came to the heavy iron door, and with the input of the code, the air valve made a piercing whistling sound. Only then did he continue speaking, with a rather sad tone, "Those investigators have become part of the death song. Although they are alive in terms of vital signs, they are actually dead, and they drew their swords against the original clansmen."

"The nature of the pollution..."

Holding his chin and muttering, Lynch set his sights behind the iron door that was slowly opening.

Behind the iron gate is an endlessly spacious hall, which covers an area as large as a football field. Recalling the long downward passage that he passed just now, Lynch is sure enough that this underground space is in that building. The mountainside location of the cliff.

The interior structure of the hall is quite exquisite. It is not so much a treasure house of the blood race, but more like an exhibition hall that displays many artworks carrying history and culture. Those collections with a sense of the times are independently placed in vacuum glass boxes. Whether big or small, they lie there quietly, using their own existence to tell the viewers their past experiences.

Each "exhibit" has a corresponding "booth", these "booths" have very sophisticated warning and protection mechanisms, they have well integrated science and magic together, and constructed a very fantasy magic guide style.

Gently patted II on the shoulder, Alice kindly reminded: "Take care of your hands and don't touch them randomly, the Type 92 anti-infantry mine triggered will kill people."

"Hey! Do you still want to bury me at this time! I'm not stupid, I can see it!"

Lu Sifan chuckled when he heard the words: "Your Majesty may have forgotten that she was the one who developed this magic technique. At that time, she had a big fight with other members of the elders' house because of this matter."

"...I did this again!?" The second exclaimed immediately.

"Yes," Lu Sifan nodded, "Afterwards, you even splashed paint on those elders' houses to get revenge."

"Oh, then I can do it."

"..." xN

"But why don't I have any impression of these...?"

"So this is where we are also strange." Lu Sifan was not busy continuing to lead the way. He was waiting for the people brought by Lynch to break away from the state of admiration. It is an affirmation of the history of the blood race, and it is also a recognition of the past of the blood race, "You seem to be automatically clearing your memory on a regular basis. At first we suspected whether you had temporary amnesia, but modern medicine and old folk remedies have tried It’s been confirmed that you don’t have this disease, and then this matter was put on hold for the time being.”

"Why?" The Second King didn't understand the method of shelving. As a scholar, she had to figure it out even if she was reckless when she encountered such an incomprehensible situation.

With a heavy sigh, Lu Sifan cast a desperate look at the Second King.

"You were responsible for this matter, and then you ran away, and when you found you again, you didn't even know your mother..."

II: "..."

When mentioning the folk remedies, Alice and Lynch noticed that Lu Sifan's eyes drifted in the direction of Mu Xinyi at the same time.

Naturally, Mu Xinyi won't be as indebted as the second generation. For a dead house creature, let alone a criminal act, she can't even do an act that may cause death: because she still has to play games to make up for it. Fan, if life is gone, it's all gone.

Sensing Lynch and Alice's gaze, Mu Xinyi recalled what Lu Sifan said just now, and immediately understood what the two were suspicious about.

"If there is no accident, the so-called folk remedy should be to ask the family of cultivators to try the soul search technique?"

Rusfan nodded.

"That shouldn't be the shepherd I was looking for."

Rusfan continued to nod.

Lynch originally wanted to try entrusting Mujia to search for the soul, but now that he heard this statement, he was somewhat confused.

"The Mu family is not good at searching for souls? Or is it because the hidden world is too deep to be contacted?"

"No, no," Mu Xinyi quickly waved her hand, "Because this technique is usually useless, so it's basically lost until now. I heard from my dad that my mother's innate talent likes to think about it, but... "

It was not Lynch's original wish to bring up Mu Xinyi's sad incident, and he conjured up a box of fried scorch rings out of nowhere and handed it over.

"Sorry sorry."

Mu Xinyi: "..."

In short, this method was subconsciously forgotten by Lynch. If no one knows how to use it now, then he seems to be able to practice his common sense. Anyway, he is always idle when he is idle.

The visit was almost over, and Lynch motioned for Lu Sifan to lead a few people to the location of the slate.