Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Prada, don't talk nonsense. This gentleman may be lost."

Kazaf taught the ill-intentioned butler a lesson and gave Liao Wenjie a forced smile: "I'm sorry, he just said it casually. The church is a private property. No one is welcome except friends. Please leave immediately."

"???"

Looking at the two vampires who were about to starve to death, a string of question marks floated across Liao Wenjie's head.

Is it because he opened the door wrongly and met the best ghost in a million, or are these two guys in front of him playing truth or dare, challenging the vampire's physiological limit of not eating or drinking?

The name of the housekeeper, Prada, was too extravagant, which made Liao Wenjie unhappy, mainly because of his wallet. He used to buy bags for his girlfriends a lot, but now he still feels heartbroken when he thinks about it.

This is not the point. The point is that the fifth prince, Kazaf, is twice as handsome as him, and the more he looks at him, the more familiar he looks.

Hong Kong Island, vampires, vampire hunters, Earl of Broken Hands, handsome prince...

A few keywords and pictures flashed by, and Liao Wenjie understood clearly and understood where the plot he was experiencing came from.

If he guessed correctly, vampire hunter Reeve used to live in Causeway Bay. After killing two crows in a row, he had a profound enlightenment. From then on, he escaped into Buddhism and stopped killing people, instead killing vampires.

Well, it's reasonable, but it sounds very unreliable.

"Sir, are you listening to me?"

Seeing Liao Wenjie staring at him without saying a word, Kazaf pursed his dry lips and hugged the housekeeper Prada who was about to move: "The church does not accept strangers, please leave as soon as possible."

"sorry for disturbance."

Liao Wenjie nodded, turned around and started the sports car, leaving the taillights and disappearing in the dark night.

"Master, he is lost, why don't you invite him in?" Prada was extremely desperate. The restaurant just now was clean and tidy, and the environment looked elegant. She felt deeply regretful that she could not seize the opportunity to dine.

The most important thing is that he is really hungry.

"Prada, the aristocracy of the new era, starts with you and me."

Without mentioning any more nonsense about style and hierarchy, Kazaf closed the door and said: "My father often told me that the era of mankind has come, and this planet neither belongs to the church nor to us."

"It doesn't matter to the church. Their believers are human beings and will never perish no matter how they decline. But we vampires are miserable. We live in the dark and feed on human blood. Hundreds and thousands of years ago, We don’t need to care what humans think, but now..."

Kazaf sighed weakly and looked at the full moon in the night sky: "When humans were weak, they could only be hunted by ligers, and escaping was the only way. After humans learned to use their brains, they began to dig traps to hunt ligers, but in most cases Next, they still kept their fear of ferocious beasts at a distance; now, there are zoos all over the world, and parents point to the ligers in the iron cages and tell their children, look, those predators are dangerous."

"Master, the example you gave is wrong. We are stronger than humans and have a higher level of evolution."

"Prada, accept the reality. The relationship in the food chain has long been reversed. Our priority should be survival."

Kazaf patted the butler on the shoulder: "Finding ways to integrate into human life instead of being locked in a cage is the vampire of the new era."

Prada was shocked when she heard this. She wanted to refute but was speechless. She was in a daze before her eyes, and she actually discovered the appearance of a king in her useless prince.

Suddenly, Prada realized that the reason why the Vampire King entrusted the holy book to Kazaf, the most useless of his six sons, was because Kazaf was the best leader of this era.

The other princes are not good enough, and the ambitious earl is even less good. They have deep-rooted predator concepts, are arrogant, and are still living in their former glory.

After a while, Prada nodded solemnly: "Master, I understand what you mean, so what do you think...how should we solve the problem of hunger?"

Prada remembers very clearly that the philosopher Feuerbach once said that to have feelings in your heart and thoughts in your head, you must first have something in your belly.

Let's be realistic, if you can't eat enough, don't talk about ideals.

"About this, I think..."

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the two doors of the church were violently blasted open. A group of vampires in black robes walked in. The tall man at the head pulled down his hood, revealing a handsome face with clear features.

"I don't think you need to think too much about it because you won't survive tonight."

"count!"

Prada puffed up her chest, blocked Kazaf behind her, and said coldly: "You traitor, how did you know we were in the church?"

"Hehehe——"

The count laughed non-stop, looked at Prada as if he was mentally retarded, and waved to several black robes to pull down the hood he was wearing.

Several familiar faces were all the original servants of the fifth prince Kazaf. They rushed to leave because they were too hungry. They were discovered by the earl, who took advantage of the situation and accepted him as his new master.

"traitor!"

Prada gritted her teeth, but several people on the wall disagreed. It is not shameful to betray for survival.

The fifth prince Kazaf's remarks were too anti-intellectual and even called on vampires not to drink blood. Compared to the ambitious and domineering earl, Kazaf was the traitor and the second-fifth human son who betrayed the entire vampire race.

"Kazaf, you should know the purpose of my coming to you. Stop wasting time and hand over the holy book!"

The count laughed wildly. He had killed five of the six princes. With Kazaf, he could collect six keys and open the holy book to become a perfect vampire that could walk in the sun.

The vampire royal family was completely destroyed, the Council of Elders collapsed, and no one could stop him from becoming the new king.

No, not one.

Thinking of this, the count laughed even more wildly, and for a while, the entire church hall echoed with his royal laughter.

Prada's eyes widened with anger, and she was about to say something, but Kazaf held her shoulders. The latter shook his head slightly and said to the count: "The holy book is hidden under the cross. The blood element that opens the holy book is in my body. You can do whatever you want." You can take it away.”

"Very good. You are smarter than your brothers. I can give you a decent way to die in line with the royal family." The earl smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, but I hope that after you take the holy book, you will not open it easily, let alone become a vampire that can walk in the sun." Kazaf said seriously.

"What's the meaning?"

"Walking in the sun is every vampire's dream. Because we don't have it, we long for it..."

Kazaf was silent for three seconds and continued: "But have you ever thought about why the six keys were handed over to six of our brothers by the father? Why did he give up on his own initiative when he clearly had a chance to get the sunshine?"

"Why?"

The earl frowned and asked. He had something to say. He didn't think about this question clearly. He could only think that the eldest brother had no ambition and was not worthy of calling himself a king.

"Because times have changed, and vampires who are not afraid of sunlight are not qualified to survive."

Kazaf smiled bitterly: "It's very helpless, but this is the fact. My father knows very well that if he overcomes the vampire's biggest weakness, no one can tolerate him."

"Nonsense!"

The earl sneered and said disdainfully: "The blood of our ancestors sealed in the holy book can not only make us not afraid of the sun, but also bring extremely powerful power. Your father did not dare because he lacked the spirit and courage of a king. , he is a coward, he is afraid of change and afraid of meeting challenges!"

"I am different from him. When I get the blood of my ancestors, I will let dark clouds fill the sky, let the earth usher in eternal night, let our race become the master of the world, and let everyone crawl under our feet and tremble."

The Earl's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and he stretched out his right hand replaced by a mechanical prosthetic limb. The steel claws slowly tightened, as if he was holding the whole world in his hands.

"That's why I said that a vampire who is not afraid of sunlight will only bring disaster to the race."

Kazaf smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Count, it's a good thing to have weaknesses. I'm serious. People with weaknesses tend to live longer."

"Trash, you are just as much trash as your father!"

The Earl looked at Kazaf with disdain and waved his hands to take them down.

Prada loyally protected her master, but due to hunger and weakness, she was punched to the ground. Kazaf gave up resistance and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, as honest as he wanted.

This time, the contempt in the earl's eyes became even stronger.

With all due respect, the glory of the vampire clan has fallen into twilight, not because of the powerful human technology, but because the royal family members who lead the species are more incompetent than the last.

He quickly stepped forward and found the holy book [Day For Night] inherited by the royal family under the mechanism of the cross sculpture. It was a silver metal secret book. A bat with folded wings was engraved in the center of the cover.

There is no keyhole or gap. The only way to open the ancient book that has been sealed for thousands of years is the blood energy in the bodies of the six princes.

The earl curled up his lips and asked the master and servant to be brought forward. Before he could threaten to kill the housekeeper Prada, Kazaf decisively spit out the blood essence.

It was a gray stone with an uneven surface, about the size of a knuckle. For those who didn’t know, they thought he had spit out the stone.

"Kazaf, although you are a loser who doesn't strive for advancement, I have to admit that you are indeed smarter than your brothers."

The earl took the blood element, with a domineering look like "I have the sunflower in my hand, I own the world", and said boldly: "I have changed my mind, I will not kill you now, I want you to see, when the whole world is destroyed How will I be crowned the only king when I conquer.”

"I hope, it's better than being exterminated..."

Kazaf's face was as white as a sheet. He had just undergone stone surgery and his body was still a little weak.

The count took out five more stones and placed them on the holy book together. After a buzzing sound, invisible force lifted up the six stones. The bat engraved on the cover opened its mouth and swallowed them all.

As the metal bat flapped its wings and spread out, the pages of the silver sacred book were opened to both sides, the seal was lifted, and in the diffuse black mist, a blood-colored ball floated up, floating in the mid-air with circles of hazy blood light.

In the church, the vampires knelt on the ground subconsciously. The earl grinned, and in his eyes, the flame called ambition burned stronger and stronger.

Click!

The blood beads split open, revealing a hideous mass of solidified black blood scab, trembling regularly like a heart, spreading a fishy-sweet fragrance in the air that vampires couldn't resist.

The earl swallowed, raised his hands, and held the black blood scab in the air like a pilgrim.

It was unmistakable, it was indeed the blood of his ancestors, and he could sense unparalleled power in it.

At this moment, a flash of red struck, and the ghost hand grasped the blood scab and retracted it as fast as lightning, leaving the dumbstruck Earl in place.

"Who! Who!?"

After coming back to his senses, the Earl was furious, roaring and looking in the direction where the red afterimage disappeared.

Liao Wenjie walked out of the side door of the church with his hands in his pockets. The red-threaded ghost hand was beside him, holding the holy relic of the vampire family in the air.

"Give me back my things!!" The count's features were ferocious, and he looked at Liao Wenjie as if he were looking at his father's enemy.

"Diaomao, what are you talking about!"

Liao Wenjie said in surprise: "This is obviously a poor thing. When did it become yours?"