hunter rule

Su Lin's words made Zhao Guangli a little confused.

Is this the property of the Sulin family?

"I come here every summer..." Su Lin whispered: "This tunnel was created secretly because I wanted to leave here when my father banned me."

"Although I haven't been here for a long time, I still remember this place. Why...why is it like this?"

Su Lin's question had no answer now, and at this time, the sound of footsteps of leather shoes could be heard in the distance.

Yuan Qingci and Zhao Guangli unanimously restrained their emotions and hid in the shadows on the side of the door.

"Ah, he's dead."

"I told you to take away the failed products and dispose of them. It would be ugly to die here."

A man's surly voice sounded in the distance: "Don't just leave it here, throw it to the garbage disposal station."

"I've said it several times, okay, now it smells terrible."

"Recently, the demand for blood bags has increased, and we must speed up the process."

Another man's voice sounded: "But we have been doing it frequently enough recently. The number of times in this month has exceeded the total number of previous years!"

"If what we do is discovered, it will inevitably..."

"Shut up!" The surly man's voice was shrill and mean: "Who can find out?"

"Is it you? Or me?"

"Don't forget who the person above us is."

"Didn't the city defense troops come here two days ago? What's the problem?"

The man's voice became short: "The [Blood Demon] recently appeared, and I just used this stock wind to get all the targets for this year!"

"This year our output must be in the top 20 among all blood cells... no, top 10."

"But, Mr. Marcel..."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"There is no but, if you don't want to do it, there are many people who want to do it, I will let you, this waste, turn into a blood bag this afternoon."

As soon as these words came out, the other man's body trembled.

It becomes a blood bag, the blood in the body is drained, and an abnormal talisman is applied...

That feeling is completely worse than death.

"That's right. Every time before we do something, we have to think about who we are doing it for."

Mr. Marcel emerged from the darkness. He was a man with a bulging forehead and cold eyes. He looked extremely thin.

"Let's go and see how the hemocoel is doing. I've paid less attention to it in the past two days. The workers are not lazy again."

Mr. Marcel's mouth showed dissatisfaction: "The hunting team is much more diligent than them."

"I will supervise them carefully." Another voice said hurriedly.

Faintly, Zhao Guangli's eyes were erratic.

They were originally here to track down the whereabouts of the Blood Demon, but from the conversation between the two people, it was revealed that the incident here was not caused by the Blood Demon.

The skinny man was called Mr. Marcel, and he was obviously the current owner of the manor.

Hemocoel.

Hunting team.

Each noun was revealed in an understatement from the conversation between the two.

What is going on here?

"Follow me."

Zhao Guangli rolled over and reached the shadow on the other side of the door.

Marcel looked back casually.

"Mr. Marcel, what's wrong with you?" the man on the side asked flatteringly.

"No, it's nothing, just an illusion."

I'm still not very good at sneaking.

Zhao Guangli sighed.

The little round face wanted to smile, but it still tightened.

On her body, the fighting spirit was revealed in a weak manner.

A strange supernatural power enveloped Yuan Qingci's small body.

In Zhao Guangli's eyes, the girl's figure gradually dissolved into dark shadows.

Zhao Guangli's expression changed.

Is this the extraordinary ability of [Assassin]?

Hidden in darkness, even its own entity has disappeared.

Under the current circumstances, Zhao Guangli could not find traces of Yuan Qingci even if he used the cursed thread.

She will have such a significant first-mover advantage in any situation.

"But... I also have my own method." Zhao Guangli has noticed that Marcel and the men around him are just ordinary people.

What Zhao Guangli likes most is ordinary people.

The hidden curse thread ran along the wall and clung to the two people's backs.

An unusual force spreads out.

For a moment, the two people's movements became stiff and their eyes became distracted.

"Okay." Zhao Guangli clapped his hands and walked out of the shadows majestically.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Yuan Qingci's subtle voice came from somewhere: "Hide it well."

Zhao Guangli looked calm and moved his fingers slightly. The two people in front turned their heads with dull eyes and spoke in unison.

"Little round face, you can come out now."

The tone of his voice was extremely dull, as if he were speaking from a corpse.

In an instant, Yuan Qingci understood, and her small body emerged from the shadows: "Zhao Guangli, you are the spiritual thread of the order mage..."

Su Lin said calmly: "This thread is not easy to use."

"Then, take us to where you plan to go." Zhao Guangli gave the order directly without any hesitation.

Marcel and the other man walked towards the front of the road indifferently, their faces stiff and pale.

Zhao Guangli and Yuan Qingci followed the two of them and walked along the road.

The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a lingering evil spirit lingering around.

On both sides of the corridor are dilapidated brick walls, and you can vaguely see the pure white color they once had.

"There is actually such a place under the rule of Tianzhao Palace in the Emperor's Capital." Yuan Qingci's eyes flickered and she whispered slightly.

Zhao Guangli shook his head, and his eyes fell on the metal door leading the two people.

It was already somewhat rusty, and the top was covered with dried and dark blood stains.

Zhao Guangli could feel that blood was about to spurt out from behind the door.

"This is the storage room of this mansion. The lower half is very spacious, so be careful." Su Lin reminded.

Zhao Guangli nodded, and Marcel opened the door.

The scene in front of them appeared in front of the two people after a brief white light.

Zhao Guangli's pupils instantly dilated.

The small round face turned pale in an instant.

This is!

There are thousands of square meters in the huge metal storage room.

There are all kinds of mechanical creations, just like a mechanical factory that processes mechanical parts.

And what hangs above is not a mechanical creation.

But people.

The eyes of these people were distracted, and they seemed to have lost consciousness. They were hung upside down in the air, as if they were dying pigs.

Blood dripped from above, along the heads of these people, and converged into the central blood mechanical pool.

"Mr. Marcel."

"Mr. Marcel."

There were dozens of staff wearing white protective clothing around the mechanical pool. When they saw Marcel, they showed respectful expressions.

"The blood chamber has been prepared, and the new blood essence will be produced soon... It's just that the quality of the recent blood bags is not good. I need to trouble you to tell the people in the hunting team..."