Extraordinary Puppet Master

As she spoke, Angela's expression also showed a hint of nostalgia, as if she was reminiscing about something.

But Carlin just kept her words in his heart, preparing to investigate the vampire clan and the ruined library's information when he had the opportunity in the future.

Now he continues to follow Hannibal to see if he can get any new information.

Hannibal came to a hotel with familiarity. When he came out again, he had changed into a brown robe and wore a black iron mask on his face.

Then he walked through the old streets, passing factories one after another, and finally entered a bar that had a new sign at some point.

This signboard looks a bit weird and bloody. In addition to the store name written on it, there is also a bent human leg pattern.

The feet and calves of the entire leg are still normal, but the skin on the thighs has disappeared, leaving only red and tender muscles, and the texture of the muscles has been painted to make them slightly warped.

‘Shedding Club? ’

At this time, Carlin turned to look at Angela. Although they were all foreigners, Angela still had Erica, a local transcendent, who might have heard of this club.

Angela saw that Carlin's eyes turned to him and understood what the other party meant, so she replied: "This is a mysterious hunting club, which is very famous among the upper class circles in the Central District. Many guys who like hunting will come here to watch dance performances. "

"What dance?"

"Striptease, I don't know about the rest. Erica has only heard about it."

While the two were talking, after Hannibal walked into the Shedding Club, Carlin found that some people also wearing robes and black iron masks had also arrived.

Almost all of them are ordinary people, with only a few extraordinary beings, who seem to be guests here.

On the surface, this is an ordinary bar in an old factory area, but Hannibal and the other masked men entered the underground through a hidden secret door in the back alley of the bar.

They didn't communicate with each other along the way, and Snicki followed them. After entering the underground, they discovered that it was a hidden nightclub.

As soon as he entered, Snicki felt that he had passed through a barrier.

But Hannibal did not go to the stage hall like other guests, but quietly left the crowd and walked towards the backstage of the stage.

Snitch wanted to keep following, but spiritual warnings made him give up.

As he went deeper into the underground club, the spiritual brilliance of the barrier became more and more dazzling. If he continued to follow Hannibal into the backstage, he would probably trigger the warning barrier.

In order not to alert the enemy, Carlin gave up tracking Hannibal and controlled Snitch to follow the other guests to the stage hall.

"It seems that there is a lot of suspicion here. Maybe Hannibal and Connor arranged the ceremony here."

Angela guessed and said, but Carlin didn't say anything and was just thinking about something. At the same time, he also controlled Snitch to enter the stage hall, and his vision suddenly became clearer.

The auditorium was filled with round tables, each one wearing a black iron mask.

In front of each masked guest is an empty set of knives and forks, wine glasses, and dinner plates.

In an instant, restless music sounded, and as the stage curtains parted to both sides, a bloody and gloomy castle scene appeared in front of everyone as the stage background.

At this time, the music became more and more restless, and one after another, naked dancers without clothes crossed the layers of curtains and came to the stage.

These dancers wear nothing but masks of various monsters, and every move they make gives people an eerie and eerie feel.

But Snitch looked closer and saw that the movements had no real meaning other than to look sinister and sinister, and he saw at a glance that the dancers were illusions.

"The main focus of this strip club is indeed curiosity."

As the dancers moved towards the center of the stage with graceful steps, they seemed to be really traveling through the castle of the scenery, and their skin was constantly stained with the paint of the scenery.

In just ten seconds, the naked body was 'dressed' in a set of fragrant 'clothes'.

Immediately after brushing, the 'clothes' turned into crimson, cinnabar, and flesh-red silk and satin and fell off the dancers' bodies like human skin, exposing the dancers' graceful figures and bright red muscles to the eyes of the audience.

Then, the supporting dancers stepped aside as if tonight's protagonist was about to arrive.

Along with the restless melody of the music, a black-haired dancer wearing a fragrant backless dance skirt slowly walked to the center of the stage, her smooth back covered by a thick cloak.

This time it was no longer an illusion in Snicki's eyes, but a living person.

The dancer's appearance immediately caused the audience to become agitated. Some people blew hooligan whistles, and some people shouted obscene words.

No matter how gentle these guests were in the eyes of others during the day, now that they were wearing masks, they began to unscrupulously reveal sides that were usually unknown to others.

Along with the restless melody, the dancer slowly took off her two gloves. Her green and jade fingers twisted the pearls on the leather gloves, gently tossed them three times, and finally threw them to an audience.

After waving to the audience, the dancer slowly walked to the center of the stage with graceful steps and danced boldly and boldly.

With the twisting of the body, the slender metal chain tied to the chest was also untied, and the thick cloak slowly fell off with the gradually accelerating restless rhythm, fully showing the dancer's white and smooth back to the audience.

The audience became more and more agitated, and the dancer's arms suddenly swayed to the top of her head in time with the melody, and she snapped her fingers casually.

In an instant, a lighting crystal on the ceiling suddenly focused the light into a beam of light, shining on a randomly selected audience member.

This spectator was seen wearing high courtesy and a gentleman's attire, but his face was covered with strange patterns, hiding his true face like a tattoo.

A pair of strange deep purple eyes are unforgettable.

"This is Lord Samuel."

Angela recognized this audience member who seemed to be chosen at random.

"He is still a transcendent, but he seems to be just a guest."

Lord Samuel's expression was only stunned for a moment after he found himself illuminated by the light, but he quickly reacted.

He elegantly took off his top hat and placed it on the dining table in front of him. He was obviously very familiar with the procedures of this club. This was an interactive session.

The dancer walked down the stage unhurriedly and came to Lord Samuel, reaching out to him. Samuel quickly responded by taking the other person's hand and covering the other person's forearm with her palm.

Soon the dancer led Lord Samuel, dancing against each other with his fair skin, and slowly returned to the stage.

Suddenly, the dancer pulled out the grabbed forearm with a swipe, leaving only a piece of skin on her forearm like a leather glove.

It looks like a bright red arm that has been peeled off by a professional butcher and is displayed for all the audience to enjoy.

And these guests who came specifically for the exotic performance also became excited.

There is no blood dripping from the shed arm, and there is no look of pain on the dancer's face. It is as if the skin on her body is just clothes that can be changed at will, displaying her bloody flesh for the audience to enjoy.

There was no trace of pain on the dancer's expression, everything seemed as normal as if she had taken off her clothes.

“Oh, what a wonderful view!”

An unknown member of the audience roared, as if a switch had been turned on, and thunderous applause erupted from the auditorium.

The next moment, the phantom girls accompanying the dancers suddenly exploded, and pieces of flesh and blood rained down on the tables in the audience.

Fresh meat turned into delicacies, blood turned into fine wine, and the audience seemed to be twitching their index fingers.

At this time, Lord Samuel also walked off the stage, and the curtain slowly lowered to cover the red figure of the dancer, and the performance ended.

Carlin was surprised when he saw this. These guys were really having fun.