Apocalyptic Forecast

Huai Shi is counting his belongings.

Half an hour before the dinner started, he had to understand at least what he was like now, and what other things he had on his body.

One coat, replaceable leather lining, one pair of changed pants and shirt, one "Holy Book" written by the Holy Spirit Pedigree, one wanderer coin, and 345 lira copper coins, which can be exchanged for Thirty silver coins.

These are debris.

Then there is a set of small alchemy equipment, a box full of green solidified grease, and there are also fourteen flying knives that can be thrown at any time. It looks like the green is not a good thing.

A crossbow, which can be installed on the inner side of the arm, can not be seen if you wear a coat. Two daggers carved with holy words, a short knife that can be tied to the calf ... these are just counted.

About sixteen test tubes filled with scarlet liquid, Huaixi tried to open it and smelled it, feeling that the hunger and thirst between his lungs had greatly reduced, and even filled with freshness.

But there was a longing for the liquid in the test tube.

Alchemy concentrates plasma.

In addition to being a daily consumable, it can also be said to be a silver blood medicine for vampires.

As long as there is enough blood, he can quickly recover from his injury. When necessary, he can also use the two tubes of blood with silver marks-after the plasma is doped with cool silver nitrate and archaea Strong stimulant manufactured.

In addition, Huaixi finally noticed the sixteen small bottles, and smelled it after opening, and found that there were different sword oils in it, and they also carried different labels on them-all kinds of different dark creatures. Insignia.

In other words, these are all highly toxic created for various monsters.

Can only say that Fan Haixin's business is too skilled and professional.

The top priority of Huai Shi's inspection was the hand axe with which he was very familiar.

Even the weight and feel feel the same.

The cleansing runes above make up for the original shortage of source killings, and are a rare weapon, even as strong as the border relics.

The only drawback is that it is not very convenient to take and carry, but at least Huai Shi can hide it in his piano case.

It would be nice if it could be felt at any time like an axe of anger.

After entering the copy, his soul ability disappeared ... Understandably, the soul ability represents the essence of each sublimator, if KP can give him the soul ability while retaining the mark of Fan Haixin, does it not mean Can he rub the sublimator at any time?

And it might not be a good thing.

Huai Shi has already entered the second-five-person mind: after all, he only has first order, even if he has it, the role is relatively limited ... And if he ca n’t use it, others will certainly be unable to use it.

Everyone is on a horizontal line ... probably.

I just do n’t know what other people ’s identities are and what sacred marks were given to them. Now Huai Shi has begun to become familiar with the sacred marks of vampires.

Fortunately, vampires, like ghosts, are all agile routes, relying on speed and reflex nerves to attack at high speed ... If you come to an auxiliary or heavy defense class, Huai Shi will completely blind.

Fan Haixin's experience with weapons and sacred marks seems to have been preserved with the command almost engraved in the soul. After a little activity, Huai Shi miraculously mastered the speed and far beyond his previous limit Reflex nerve.

Today, he has been able to jump smartly in the narrow cabin quietly.

Not only the bed, deck, wall, table, but even on the back of the chair, he was able to borrow lightly, and his weight seemed to disappear. It turned into a black shadow, ejected quickly in the room, and even the specific outline was not visible The fuzzy trajectory remains.

What is even more surprising is that such a high-speed movement did not even raise a gust of wind.

As Huai Shi waved his hands, several cold lights flew out of his hands and cuffs, silently submerging into the table, even without any strange noise.

Huai Shi looked at his masterpiece with amazement and was intimidated by the performance just now.

A thorough assassination ... How much effort did this guy Fan Haixin put in to hone this skill?

But if you recall carefully, it is not difficult to understand where this guy's enthusiasm for this mission comes from ... Just like the red gloves once, this guy is a tool man made by the cult.

In order to eliminate dark creatures and create dark creatures, in order to kill killers and cultivate executioners ... but they are in the name of sounding.

Since Fan Haixin learned to read and write in the Sanctuary, his teacher began to tell him: Everyone has original sin, and some people have serious sins, such as you and me.

Only piety is the way to salvation.

Only by taking action for this piety will this world become better and better.

Only by making greater sacrifices can this original sin be forgiven.

In the pedigree of the Holy Spirit Church, there is a dark side that belongs to this original sin.

Even if the first stage are all 'believers', they will start to part ways after the second stage. By swallowing the golden apples given by the paradise, they will jump to another sublimation path and transform into impure ones, which will be specially cultivated Executioner · Vampire.

Until the cult believes that your sins are redeemed, it will give the advanced relics and be redeemed.

In Fan Haixin's memory, the vampire's upper mark is actually an angel of power ...

It seems that the water of the Holy Spirit lineage is very deep.

It is worthy of the behemoth that once occupied the entire West. If it is not divided, it is probably the first lineage deserved.

In the wild thinking and sorting things, time passed by quickly.

When the bell finally rang, Huai Shi, who was dressed as a cellist again, walked out of the room again, just in time with Lao Xiao, Lei Feizhou, and Yue Jun.

However, Ni Heng and Clement were not seen.

After no direct ombudsman took control, Clemente had become an NPC, no longer an ally, and it is not surprising to see it. But Ni Heng was shocked when he disappeared.

Did that guy go out early?

After knocking on the door a few times, there was no response. At this time, there were more people in the corridor. A few people looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Old Xiao led the way: "Go to the restaurant first. Now it seems that the restaurant is mostly Where the characters appear, I am afraid there will be any important plot. "

Huai Shi still pretended to be controlled by Ai Qing, followed the instructions from Ai Qing in her mind, and followed her step by step. There was no chance to talk or talk about things.

How do you feel lost? ...

As we were advancing, other passengers were getting more and more, but each other was under heavy depression. Although they seemed to be mostly calm, they could vaguely glimpse a panic like a sad or startled bird.

This anomaly became more and more obvious until the restaurant.

Huaixi couldn't help frowning.

As far as I can see, no smile can be seen on each face, or it is just covered with a ceremonial false smile, more of it is worried, full of worries, and there are more people who are anxious And fierce, making people unwilling to get close.

The entire restaurant is immersed in a gloomy atmosphere.

It seems like the rain is coming.

Even if there were conversations by accident, everyone tried to lower their voices as if they were afraid of eavesdropping.

"How could it be so mourning?"

Huai Shi was stunned and almost didn't take up his usual silly smile ... The atmosphere was destroyed to the next level, but when everyone was worried, you would be happy to be a fat man alone, fearing not to attract a circle of hatred.

"Don't you pay attention to your character card background?" He heard Ai Qing's reminder: "And Lao Xiao's identity ..."

Poor cellists who lost their patrons, workers who lost their jobs, bad industry criticism and no employer bodyguard ...

It seems that everyone's identity on the bright side is not like that kind of high-spirited type, but instead one by one is unlucky and tragic, even if they get the chance of a new continent, but who can tell what is in that unknown world Waiting for yourself?

Therefore, it is reasonable to take a sad face.

But these people ...

"This shows one thing." Ai Qing said indifferently: "It's not just us who received the mysterious letter, it may even ... All the people on this ship were invited by various mysterious letters. "

Huaixi took a breath.

As he looked around, he suddenly heard a sharp and old voice.

"How many times do I want you to listen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was stolen! My little baby, it was stolen!" A heartbroken old woman dragged the crew with a sharp voice Shouted: "The person who stole my sweetheart must be hiding among this group of country gangsters! It must be!"

The old man was obviously different from other travelers. He was luxuriously dressed, with precious jewelry on his hands and fingers and his neck. When he spoke, he revealed a faint taste, which was obviously not ordinary.

"Relax, my sister."

An old man next to him persuaded hoarsely. He was sitting in a wheelchair, as if he was too old to move, and the tone of his speech was feeble: "Maybe Bobby just went out for a while, and nobody here will steal your pet."

"Shut up, you old waste, if you have to go out if your brain is ill, how could Bobby get lost ..."

Being so humiliated by his sister in public, the old man seemed to be used to it, but he sighed tiredly, opened his mouth to say something, and choked violently, almost as if his lungs would cough out.

With a tremble, he took out a small pillbox from his arms, swallowed a few pills, and gasped hard.

"Sick tuberculosis, it's not useful at all! I know to eat all day long! If it weren't for you, my Bobby ... ohhhhhh ..."

The woman with senile plaques on her face talked about the excitement and cried with a whimper. She covered her face and fell on the shoulder of the young man beside her: "What can I do, dear, you must help me , My bobby ... my bobby ... "

Beside her, the young man, who looked like a handsome man, slapped him gently on the shoulder, and comforted the heartbroken old man in a soft whisper.

Ni Heng? !

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