Devil’s Advent

The fangs pierced the guard's neck, like two straws, inserted into the milk tea cup.

From the guard's mouth, apart from a scream at the beginning, there was only whimpering, because his blood was frantically gathering towards his neck and then being pumped into Ah Ming's mouth.

In this situation, even if you want to scream, you can't scream, and what follows is a kind of depressing death depression.

In the guard's ears, it seemed that he could hear the sound of blood flowing like a stream. His strength, energy, and even his soul seemed to be being stripped away from his body constantly.

Of course he was resisting, he couldn't admit death, even though he couldn't see with his eyes, even though he didn't know what kind of demon he had encountered, his sword was still showing that he was unwilling to give up and face death. manner!

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The blade kept stirring and penetrating in Ah Ming's body.

A Ming's body trembled accordingly, but the satisfied smile on A Ming's face became more and more obvious.

For A Ming, this feeling, this temperature, this taste,

He has missed it for too long!

At this moment, it seemed that half a year of dust had been completely torn away, and he had found himself again, and once again showed the appearance that he should have appeared!

blood,

sacrifice,

this is mine,

feast!

After the door of the inner room was opened and the guard stabbed A Ming with a sword, Zheng Fan almost instinctively picked up a chair beside him as a weapon.

Liang Cheng was kicked out, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead. At this moment, he really didn't think about running away, because this world was completely unfamiliar to him.

Apart from this inn, other than these seven or six people around him, where else could he go?

But the change of A Ming and the next turn of events made Zheng Fan a little at a loss.

Although I don't understand it, doesn't it mean that everyone has become an ordinary person?

but,

Things are at least developing in a direction that is beneficial to him.

Feng Siniang also appeared at the door, looking at the scene in front of her, she was different from Zheng Fan, there was no surprise in her eyes, instead, she was full of excitement!

He's recovered, no, not even a little bit, but he's really starting to recover!

Although I don't know what caused it, but since he can recover, then... what about me?

Half a year of ordinary people's life, as they used to be the devil, is simply a kind of torture!

Therefore, even after everyone became ordinary people, when Zheng Fan chose to take the second path, everyone showed excitement!

They are not willing to be peaceful, they are not willing to be ordinary, they are not willing to go through life, old age, sickness and death of normal people, even if they lose their strength, even if they lose their previous abilities, their hearts are still not willing to be ordinary!

What's more, now, she sees... power!

"Forehead…………"

The guard's skin began to wrinkle, and his body was rapidly drying up like a deflated balloon.

finally,

"Plop!"

The body of the guard went limp, leaving behind A Ming whose feet were off the ground and he continued to nail to the door panel with his long sword.

The corner of Ah Ming's mouth was still stained with blood.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips a little bit, as if he didn't want to waste any essence.

then,

he bowed his head,

Looking at the messy abdomen that had been stabbed and the long sword that continued to nail him.

A Ming stretched out his hand, but he couldn't reach the hilt of the sword.

Zheng Fan immediately came to his senses, dropped the chair in his hand and ran to Ah Ming, subconsciously wanting to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword, but hesitated.

It seems that when a person is pierced by a sharp object, it cannot be pulled out at will, otherwise it will cause greater trauma;

But A Ming, is this the case?

"My lord, how long do you want to admire?"

"Forehead……"

Zheng Fan held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and asked tentatively again:

"Pull it off?"

"pull."

Zheng Fan began to exert force, the first time he exerted force, he failed to pull it out!

Taking two deep breaths, Zheng Fan exerted his strength again, this time, without any reservations.

"Boer!"

The long sword was pulled out by Zheng Fan, and even Zheng Fan himself was dragged by inertia and staggered back many steps before he could manage to stabilize his figure.

However, facing the current situation, he really didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, he didn't need to do the next thing, Feng Siniang came out from the back room, kicked A Ming's head unceremoniously, and asked:

"Shall I find you a coffin?"

"want."

Then, Siniang pointed to the bloody puddle on the ground,

road:

"Should we tuck these offals back into the water? Then use a needle and thread to sew your stomach up?"

"No need, the blood has been sucked enough, it's fine if the head is not broken."

"Tut tsk tsk." Feng Siniang said with envy when she heard this, "You vampires are really convenient."

"Hehehe..." Ah Ming was actually still laughing, but it's a pity that because of the fact that his neck is really too miserable, he can speak, but his voice is inevitably weak and weak.

"If you want convenience too, I can bite you."

Let you be my first embrace, and let you be a vampire.

"Okay, let's talk about it when my mother is really getting old, so as not to have to spend money on cosmetics."

paused,

Feng Siniang bent down, stared at A Ming's face, and continued:

"When did it happen?"

In the past half a year, everyone has been working diligently to become an ordinary person, but suddenly, a traitor appeared among us.

"yesterday."

"Why?"

A Ming turned his head with some difficulty, and looked at Zheng Fan who was standing over there still holding a sword in his hand:

"My lord... is awake."

for a while,

Si Niang's eager eyes made Zheng Fan a little unbearable, but it seems that although Ah Ming's condition is very bad, it should not be a big problem. Zheng Fan immediately threw the long sword in his hand on the ground and ran to the other side, taking the previous Liang Cheng, who was stabbed and kicked out, was helped up.

This was the first time Zheng Fan touched Liang Cheng's body, it was a little heavy, and most clearly, his skin was very cool.

There was a big cut in Liang Cheng's jacket, and there was also a wound on his chest, but it didn't look very deep, and the blood that flowed out wasn't too much, but the blood was black and felt like oil.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Fan asked with some concern.

Liang Cheng shook his head, "It's okay."

If an ordinary person suffered from that sword, it is estimated that the possibility of being cut in half is very high, but after all, Liang Cheng is a professional artist who performs boulder-breaking chest in the inn on weekdays. It is not an exaggeration to say "rough skin and thick flesh".

"Clean up and send people away first." Feng Siniang said.

The guard has been killed, and the young master has been captured alive. The next thing to do is not to rush to interrogate the "world view", but to do the aftermath first.

"My lord, I've wronged you to come with me." After speaking, Si Niang looked at Liang Cheng who was clutching his wound, and pointed to A Ming who was still lying on the ground, "You help him tidy up."

Liang Cheng was a little weak, but he still nodded, stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of ribbon from the room, first bound up the wound on his chest, and then began to pick up Ah Ming who was lying on the ground and turned into a puddle.

Zheng Fan was led into the back room by Siniang, and the young master with silk stockings wrapped around his neck was unconscious by the bed, motionless.

"Does the lord like silk stockings too?" Si Niang asked while pulling Zheng Fan to sit down in front of the dressing table.

"It's a man's, basically you don't hate it, right?"

"If you like it, next time I will wear it specially for the master to see."

As she said that, Si Niang took out a lot of things from the drawer of the dresser, dug out something from a small jar, rubbed it in her hands, and then smeared it on Zheng Fan's face .

The smell was a little pungent, and the skin felt a little burning pain. Zheng Fan didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't dare to say or ask, so he just continued to sit there.

"Master, you can close your eyes first."

"good."

Zheng Fan closed his eyes, and felt that Siniang's hands were "processing" his face at a fast speed.

Is this makeup?

Or is it....... Yirong?

After about ten minutes, Si Niang massaged Zheng Fan's shoulders with both hands, and said:

"Master, you can open your eyes."

Zheng Fan opened his eyes, and saw that his appearance in the bronze mirror had undergone a huge change, and he was 70% similar to that guard.

"My lord, that person's clothes have to be taken off and put on first, and the servants have to tidy up themselves."

It is a taboo to wear the clothes of the dead, but now that everyone has been killed, there is no taboo.

Zheng Fan nodded obediently. After pushing open the door, he saw that the floor had been wiped clean by Liang Cheng, and there was a wooden bucket next to it, which contained the things that had just flowed out of Ah Ming's stomach. Let's have a hot pot.

A Ming himself was placed in another tub, with only one head exposed.

Liang Cheng stretched out his finger and pointed to a corner where the guard's clothes were piled up, and said, "There is some blood on it, please find some silk to tie it up to cover it up."

"okay."

There is no need to be restrained, Zheng Fan started changing clothes here.

After changing his clothes, Si Niang just happened to come out from the back room, but even though he was mentally prepared, Zheng Fan was still taken aback.

Where is Siniang walking out in front of her, it is clearly the young master.

This disguise technique is really a pinnacle. It may have some flaws when used on others such as yourself, but it is really easy to use on yourself.

Si Niang walked up to Zheng Fan with a white powder and satin in her hand, and helped Zheng Fan comb his hair while covering up the blood stains on his clothes.

At this moment, Zheng Fan couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"so similar."

Si Niang smiled, and said proudly: "My lord, the slave's disguise was the second largest sorcery in the East before."

"The first one, what is it?"

"PS."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"Okay, it's done." Si Niang picked up the sword, sheathed it, and put it in Zheng Fan's hand, "Master, let's go down."

This was a planned process. Since people came to the inn, they would naturally have to let them out, so as to remove the inn.

Zheng Fan imitated the posture of the previous guard, holding the long sword in his arms, and followed Siniang down the stairs.

This time, the inn is naturally not as busy as the prime time, but there are still four or five tables of guests continuing to drink here.

After seeing the figures of the two, a table of guests couldn't help but patted the table and laughed.

When Si Niang heard this, she looked ashamed and annoyed, she couldn't help but looked around, and scolded:

"Vulgar, unreasonable!"

The scolding was far-fetched, but his face was as red as if he was caught by a pigtail.

The handling of details is absolutely to the extreme.

Zheng Fan continued to hold the sword expressionlessly and follow behind Siniang. He didn't have Siniang's acting skills, and he didn't dare to add drama to himself at this time.

The embarrassment of "Brother Gongzi" actually made the guests on these tables laugh more happily, and some obscenities were thrown at them more brazenly.

Brother Young Master quickened his pace and hurriedly left the inn, as if he didn't want to stay in this place for a while.

As soon as he walked out of the inn, he saw the blind man Bei coming back from the outside.

In one hand was a package of snacks and in the other was some fine silk cloth.

It is conceivable that Blind Bei "served" the wife of the school captain patrolling the city very well.

The two sides met at the door, nodded at each other imperceptibly, and those who went in continued to go in, and those who went out continued to go out.

Zheng Fan followed Siniang, walking on the street.

To be honest, this is the first time Zheng Fan has traveled so far. You must know that the farthest distance he has traveled before is the fortune-telling booth at the entrance of the inn.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Siniang walked into a nearby alley, and Zheng Fan naturally followed.

This alley is a bit like an alley in old Beijing, with the doors of each house close together.

Siniang took out the key, opened a door, and signaled Zheng Fan to come in.

"My lord, this is another place for us to stay in this city. Let's change our clothes first, and then we'll go back. Take off our clothes and I'll take care of them."

"okay."

…………

"In this way, there was almost an accident?"

The blind man Bei sat next to the bathtub, holding an orange in his hand, and asked while peeling it.

"Well, we underestimated the world a little bit."

A Ming who was sitting in the tub said calmly.

"Well, that was my mistake." Blind Bei generously admitted his mistake in arrangement.

"It's your mistake, but it doesn't matter, because I think only such a world can excite us."

Putting a piece of orange flesh into his mouth, Blind Bei nodded, and then sent the other piece of orange to Ah Ming's mouth.

"If I eat it, it will leak out." A Ming said.

"I want to see."

A Ming didn't open his mouth.

Liang Cheng was still mopping the floor and doing the aftermath work.

Blind Bei thought thoughtfully: "Our manpower is still insufficient, well, by the way, we will get some powder ash from the stove to smear it over here later, the bloody smell still lingers. of."

Liang Cheng nodded, indicating that he was clear.

"Fortunately, there is no danger. Now we have to wait for Xue San to come back after stealing things. However, I still think that what is really useful to us is this big fish you just caught. After a busy day tonight , the preliminary vision of this world should be regarded as a success.

Keep busy, I'll go and interrogate that young master. "

"Or, let the Lord interrogate himself after the Master comes back." A Ming said.

"But I don't think the Lord will do this, and will push it to me then."

"But the process still needs to go through." A Ming reminded.

"Hiss..." Blind Bei took a breath in surprise, turned his head to look at A Ming in the bathtub, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "So, is this why you recovered part of your strength first?"

"What?"

"We agreed to pretend to be reserved together, but you secretly licked your head."

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