Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 29 Ghost Hunting (2)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 29 Ghost Hunting (2)

In the world of Jamfu, there is a martial arts master who has trained his internal organs to the extreme. He can blow a cup into powder and hold an iron into clay.

The internal organs of the Tang and Song Dynasties at this time were far superior to those of the martial arts masters, especially the two Taibai essences nurtured between the two lungs.

Not to mention blowing a cup into powder, even blowing steel into powder is just a matter of opening your mouth.

In one breath, a vampire was blown into dust, the smoke dissipated, and in the dust, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

Tang Song gently moved his palm, and the invisible wind carried the bright red blood and fell back into his palm.

Blood balls as thick as the little finger floated in the palms of Tang and Song Dynasties, spinning silently.

It is hard to imagine that the total blood in a vampire's body is less than half a tael.

But this ball of blood is also the essence of vampires.

The blood of vampires is a great tonic for both zombies and some spirits.

Feeding a bronze-armored corpse with just this little blood can save at least ten days of training.

Tang Song's index finger gently rubbed the jade finger on his thumb. Suddenly, there was a sound of metal scales rubbing against the black jade finger, and a black snake head suddenly poked out and swallowed the blood droplets on his palm into his mouth.

After swallowing the blood droplets, the black snake head turned around without hesitation and glanced at all the vampires present with his cold eyes. The greed in the snake's eyes made all the vampires present shudder involuntarily.

After swallowing the blood beads in Tang Song's palm, the black snake made a hissing sound and obediently transformed into a black jade finger ring.

Only the roar of guns and the wails of dead vampires echoed on the dance floor.

Daofeng looked at Tang Song's back, his Adam's apple became loose, he couldn't help but swallow, and tightly clasped the silver-plated dart in his hand.

Tang Song turned around and glanced at him with calm eyes. Daofeng couldn't help but take a step back and forced an awkward smile on his face.

"These are all good ingredients! Since you're hungry, go ahead and eat!"

Tang Song gave Daofeng a warning look and ignored him.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at the many shivering vampires in the ballroom and sighed.

As soon as Tang Song finished speaking, a black shadow flew out of Tang Song's hands.

The long black shadow of the chopstick turned into a black lightning in mid-air, swimming quickly among the vampires.

Even with a vampire's dynamic vision far beyond that of ordinary people, all he could see was a fleeting black shadow.

In the end, they couldn't even see their shadows. All they could see were their companions who fell down one by one and turned into mummies.

In just a few breaths, Nuoda's ballroom became empty.

"Quinn?"

The sound of the cane clicking on the ground was heard.

On the dance floor bar, the only surviving vampire DJ was kneeling on the ground, feeling a cold thing crawling on the back of his neck.

He could even feel the cold touch of the sharp fangs of the snake on his neck touching his skin.

The trembling Quinn looked at the white leather shoes that appeared in front of him, and he raised his head tremblingly.

"Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, Dickon won't let you go!"

"You won't let me go?" Tang Song repeated with an evil smile, raised his cane, and touched the back of the vampire's hand.

Poof!

The cane penetrated directly through the back of Quinn's hand, nailing it to the ground.

"ah……"

Quinn let out a shrill scream, and the painful wail echoed in the ballroom.

Bo! Tang Song pulled out his cane and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The screams stopped suddenly, and Kun En endured the pain, raised his head, and looked at Tang Song with a pitiful expression, his scarlet eyes full of pleading.

Afraid of death, afraid of death!

Tang Song smiled slightly: "I ask, you answer. If you make a mistake, you know what will happen!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Quinn had his cane stuffed in his mouth and could only nod vigorously.

"There are rumors in the dark world that Dickon has made big moves recently! What is it planning? Can you tell me?"

Tang Song raised his cane and wiped the saliva on it with Quinn's leather coat.

Hearing Tang Song's question, Quinn trembled. He was indeed afraid of the man in front of him, but Dickon, a lunatic, was not easy to mess with?

As if feeling his hesitation, Tang Song pressed down with his cane. Quinn suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing on his body, and he collapsed to the ground with a pop.

"I said, I said," Quinn felt the cane behind his back getting stronger and stronger, and he said in horror:

"Blood God, Dickenface wants to summon the Blood God. He wants to rule mankind and make this world a world of vampires!"

Blood God, what?

Tang and Song Dynasties turned their attention to Dao Feng, who had a better understanding of vampire history.

Dao Feng explained solemnly:

"The Blood God is a legend in the history of vampires. Some people say that he is the descendant of Cain, the oldest second-generation vampire. Some people say that he is one of the sources of vampires just like Cain."

"No matter what it is, the existence of the Blood God is extremely terrifying. If Dickenface succeeds, it will be a catastrophe for mankind!"

Catastrophe, Tang and Song Dynasties scorned this statement.

A blood god who doesn't know the so-called blood god is a catastrophe to mankind, so what is Thanos holding the Infinity Gauntlet?

I really think that the bald mage currently entrenched on the top of the snow-capped mountains is just for a living.

Mephisto, the real latitude demon and lord of hell, only dared to develop one or two knights secretly like a thief on Earth.

If you really let Him come in real form, he will lose unless his brains are knocked out.

To be honest, the Tang and Song Dynasties were very afraid of this kind of existence that could play with time and see the future.

Who knows, in a certain timeline, he will turn into a world-destroying demon, which will arouse the dissatisfaction of this bald mage and directly wipe him out from the source.

However, judging from more than two years, it seems that the bald mage has little interest in him.

"I remember that if you want to summon a taboo existence like the Blood God, the requirements are very strict. You need at least the blood of thousands of pure girls and the sacrifices of twelve pure-blood vampires. Is Dickenface crazy?"

Tang and Song didn't care about the blood god, but the blade was extremely excited.

Over the years, under the influence of his adoptive father, he has become a qualified vampire hunter. He is well aware of the cruelty of vampires.

They look like humans, but in their hearts they regard humans as chickens, ducks and geese, no different from poultry.

It is only because of the power of human thermal weapons that they signed the "Coexistence Treaty" with humans.

If Dickenface really succeeds, then the whole of New York will probably turn into a purgatory.

"Where's Dickenface?"

Blade excitedly grabbed Quinn's collar, pulled him up, and questioned him with wide eyes.

"Ahem!" Kun En looked at the blade and spat out blood. He didn't know if he thought about it or gave up.

It suddenly let out a burst of laughter:

"Sun Walker, don't be too happy. In addition to the sacrifices you mentioned, summoning the Blood God also requires a Sun Walker as the main sacrifice. You are dead!"

"Just let it come!" Dao Feng smiled coldly, revealing a row of white teeth.

…………

"This place is nice. Tell Ryan to decorate it and turn it into a theme nightclub!"

Several gunmen were cleaning the battlefield. The half-dead Quinn's limbs were nailed to teak stakes, his mouth was stuffed with a ball, and he was locked in an iron cage containing a live pig.

Tang Song stroked the black snake that was drowsy after swallowing too much vampire essence and blood in his palm, and ordered Frank.

Frank nodded to the side with a stinking face. Apparently, this man at the peak of human combat power had been hit again.

"Tang, the matter of the Blood God is very important. I need to go back to see the priest and explain it to him face to face!"

Dao Feng bid farewell to Tang and Song with a solemn expression. Dao Feng had to pay attention to what he had just tortured from Kun En's mouth.

"Say hello to Father Dekle for me!" Tang Song said politely, ignoring Blade's frequent glances at Quinn.

Dao Fian's plump lips opened again and again, and finally he chose to turn around and leave.

Tang Song touched the little black snake in his palm that was about to transform into a monster, and watched the blade leave.

"Go back and interrogate this vampire carefully and see where the vampires are in New York," Tang Song told Frank:

"Dig out the people and companies who manage their accounts," Tang Song then muttered to himself:

"A group that has accumulated wealth for more than two hundred years, hey, it is still an illegal gang. I wonder how much money it can exchange for!"

…………

"A blood hall was raided! Who did it?"

Wearing tight ripped jeans, a leather jacket on the upper body, a hippie outfit, fluffy hair, and a big gold chain around his neck, he looks more like a street gangster than a vampire.

But it is indeed a vampire over 300 years old. It originally came to America from Europe on the Mayflower, and its age is as old as the history of New York.

One of the patriarchs of the two major vampire clans in New York, Dicken Faith!

"It's the Day Walker!"

A low-level vampire tremblingly replied: "A ghost slave saw the Sun Walker, and he led a group of humans into the Blood Hall!"

Sunwalker, Dickenface said this name in his mouth, two sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Scarlet blood filled its eyes.

The Sunwalker, the Sunwalker it created with its own hands, has been the only Sunwalker besides Count Dracula for hundreds of years.

But he always goes against him. Damn it, just wait. When he successfully summons the Bleeding God, then it will be the real king of the blood clan.

"Where are those pure-blooded losers?"

Dickenface finally controlled his bloodthirsty desire and turned to ask the vampire next to him.

"They're all in the council chambers!"

………

"That half-breed bastard, Dickenface, has caused us so much trouble with his dance hall! I propose that he be expelled from New York!"

Before Dickenfeith could reach outside the parliament hall, he heard a voice in the distance.

His face suddenly darkened. He hadn't heard the word "mixed race" or "mongrel" for many years.

"His vigorous development and hunting of blood descendants will definitely attract the attention of humans. Once the treaty is violated, it will not be a good thing for the entire vampire race!"

"Alvin, he is a descendant of your family, what do you think you should do with him!"

"He is just a newly embraced mixed-race, and he is not a member of our family. However, if he acts in such a big way, it will indeed break the coexistence treaty. I will warn him that if he continues to disobey, he will be expelled from New York!"

…

Dickenface listened to the discussion in the conference room and opened the door directly. At this time, a cynical expression was already on his face.

"I heard outside that several congressmen seemed to have objections to me!"

Dickenfeith walked behind a middle-aged white man with a slicked back hair, a suit and a collar, put his hands on the armrests of his chair, and looked down at the people present.

"Dickenface, it's not that we have a problem with you, but your dance hall has attracted the attention of mankind. If you continue like this, you will definitely threaten the ethnic groups in New York!"

"Humans, a bunch of pigs and sheep, are you afraid of them?" Dickenface raised his hands exaggeratedly and laughed loudly:

"Humans, they are born to be our food. When will we be afraid of them!"

"This is not the Middle Ages," a pale young man sneered:

"If we really go to war with humans, we have no chance of winning. Half-blood boy, you should recognize the reality. This is the world of humans."

"Then why don't we turn him into the world of our vampires!" Dickenface said in a slightly crazy tone:

"Think about it, in the future, the whole world will be our hunting ground, and humans will be just our lambs. How wonderful this kind of world is!"

"I think you are crazy!" A congressman couldn't help scolding: "If you don't put away your dangerous ideas, you will be expelled from New York!"

"Expell me!" Dickenfeith pointed at himself, as if he had heard some joke and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Don't forget where this is, this is New York, the nest that I have worked so hard for more than two hundred years!"

"What do you want to do?" A congressman noticed something was wrong, and just as he was about to get up, a pair of shackles and a pair of handcuffs suddenly popped out of the seat under his buttocks, locking him firmly in the seat.

There were constant clicking sounds, followed by the sizzling sound of the silver shackles coming into contact with the flesh. The sound was like squid being fried on an iron plate.

Screams resounded throughout the conference room.

Dickenface's face was already cold at this time,

"Naive fellows, you don't really think that I invited you from Europe to form some kind of New York Assembly. Twelve pure-blooded viscounts, your blood will be the best sacrifice to welcome the Blood God."

(End of chapter)