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"No need to look for it." A charming English accent flowed from Tang Bai's open and closed mouth. Tang Bai took out a few banknotes obtained from the police and handed them to the driver.

"Wow, thank you for your generosity." The driver said to Tang Bai with a smile on his face, and quickly reported a phone number in relatively proficient English: "Maybe you are here for a trip or something, if you need anything

Where I work, you can make this call at any time. I promise I will rush over as quickly as possible."

Based on Tang Bai's obvious East Asian race and skin color, the driver speculated that he might be visiting Budapest or something. He was always willing to see and take care of such generous customers.

"I will do it if necessary." Tang Bai switched to fluent Hungarian this time, leaned over the car window and spoke to the driver, and casually closed the rear door. He ignored his sudden Hungarian language and was confused.

The driver was stunned for a moment. Tang Bai glanced at the high floor in front of him and stepped in.

Didn't look around.

In this floor full of mirrors, Tang Bai could easily use the mirror spirit's ability to find the target. All he had to do was follow the prompts and go directly to the door. As he took a step, there was something about this target.

The information emerged in Tang Bai's mind bit by bit.

Michael Curwen: Twenty-eight years old.

Occupation: Doctor.

Marriage: Married. His wife died in a casualty accident and he is now single. His wife's death strengthened his belief in being a doctor. He is committed to helping patients and anyone who needs his help.

Parents: Unknown. Michael Cowen doesn’t know much about his family.

…

When he recalled, Tang Bai had already stepped out of the elevator, stood in front of Michael Kewen's room door, reached out and rang the doorbell.

The sound of footsteps clearly reached Tang Bai's ears, and then there was the sound of the door lock being opened. A man with a slightly rough face, but sharp edges and very handsome appearance, opened the door with one hand.

, and looked at Tang Bai outside the door.

"Who are you?" Michael Cowen racked his brains to recall it, and after finding that there was no memory or impression related to the man in front of him, he asked in confusion.

"Tang." Tang Bai spat out one word very concisely, then looked at Michael Kewen who was still blocking the door and said with a smile: "Don't you invite me to come in and sit down for a while?"

"Do we know each other?" Michael Kewen was stunned by the familiar tone behind Tang Bai. He couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the handle of the house, opened the door a little more, and stepped back.

Two steps, as if inviting Tang Bai to come in.

After doing all these actions, Michael Kewen seemed to suddenly wake up. He didn't understand how he could subconsciously do what he said just because of the other party's words. But since he had already made the invitation

With his actions, Michael Cowen simply accepted Tang Bai's mistake and welcomed Tang Bai in.

"No, this is the first time we have met." Tang Bai shook his head: "I came here specifically to say thank you."

"Thank you?" Originally, Michael Kewen felt suspicious when Tang Bai said his first sentence, but when Tang Bai followed up with his second sentence, Michael Kewen's doubts became even greater:

"Isn't this the first time we've met? Why are you here to thank me?"

"Don't be nervous. I'm really here to say thank you. You helped my girlfriend. Maybe you don't remember her, but she has always been grateful to you." Tang Bai made nonsense.

"What would you like to drink?" Michael Kewen shook his head immediately after hearing this. He couldn't figure out whether what Tang Bai said was true or false. With his surname, he helped a lot of people, many of whom were

He is the type of passerby who meets by chance and never sees him again again.

Michael Cowen couldn't imagine what kind of help he had given to the other party's girlfriend, so that the other party could not forget it so much that he even came to visit him.

To be honest, although Tang Bai's words could not be debunked, Michael Kewen also did not really believe Tang Bai's intentions and words. Ultimately, it was the feeling that Tang Bai gave him that was too strange. Tang Bai revealed that

His temperament and the feeling that he doesn't look like an ordinary person. Michael Cowen doesn't think he can help people related to this kind of person and make them remember him.

Michael Kewen, who didn't know Tang Bai's true intention and didn't know how to answer his question, could only stand in front of the table and change the topic.

"It doesn't matter what you drink, I'm leaving soon." Tang Bai waved his hand, and under Michael Cowen's surprised and confused gaze, he stretched out his palm and pointed it at a notebook placed on the other corner of the table.

As if being pulled by some invisible force, the notepad slid along the table, from the other corner of the table, to Tang Bai's palm. He pressed it with his palm, opened it, took out the ballpoint pen inside, and placed it under Michael's hand.

-Under Ke Wen's wide-eyed gaze, he quickly drew a few crude and confusing symbols on a clean page of paper in his notebook.

After finishing writing, he tore off the page from the notepad. Tang Bai raised his eyes and looked at the stunned Michael Kewen, reached out to pick up the torn off piece of paper, and said to him: "This is my time.

The purpose of coming. If you encounter something unreasonable in the future, or you are in some kind of danger, burn it, burn this paper, and I will come to help you."

"This is too ridiculous! I think you should really leave." Michael Kewen opened his mouth with a look of helplessness. He now had some doubts about whether Tang Bai came here to amuse him, or whether Tang Bai had some kind of reason.

People are coming out of the hospital.

"I want to leave. But before leaving, there is one last thing that needs to be done." Tang Bai seemed to have ignored the eviction order issued by Michael Cowen, and stood up without thinking about himself.

Michael Kewen, who was tense by Tang Bai's actions and words, stared at Tang Bai nervously and warily. His tense muscles and body left no doubt that if Tang Bai dared to

Any bad move will immediately provoke a counterattack from its owner.

It is a pity that even though Michael Kewen possesses the blood of Kewennus and his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, in front of Tang Bai, that superiority is undoubtedly not worth it.

A silent "fainting" spell was cast, and Michael Kewen immediately fainted without any resistance. Tang Bai picked up the exquisite kettle placed with the water cup on the coffee table, walked to the kitchen, and put the

The water inside was poured out, and he took a Western knife from the knife holder, and then returned to the living room.

He used a "Levitation Spell" to float Michael Kewen, who had fainted on the floor, and then entered the bedroom. Tang Bai threw him on the bed. The empty kettle was opened and placed on the bed. Tang Bai carried it

He raised his upper body and half leaned against the pillow, drooping one of his arms. The knife in his other hand deeply cut the wrist of this arm.

The bright red blood immediately flowed out from the cut wound on the wrist, and accurately rolled into the kettle with a wide open lid placed on the bed.

Tang Bai took out a dose of blood replenishing agent and poured it into Michael Kerwen's mouth. Although the dose was not much, judging from the current bleeding speed, it was enough for Michael Kerwen to bleed for about an hour without causing any serious problems.

hindered.

In other words, within an hour after the potion takes effect, as long as Tang Bai does not bleed Michael Curwen in many places, Michael Curwen will not be in danger of dying due to excessive blood loss. Of course, after blood loss,

There is still some weakness. If you want to completely return to normal, you will need at least a period of recovery.

It is not possible to obtain the blood of Alexander Corvinus for the time being, but it would be good to obtain the blood of his descendant Michael Corvin. At least the blood of Michael Corvin also has the strange power to neutralize the blood of vampires and werewolves. Even this is

It's useless. It can be used as a bargaining chip if it falls into your hands.

According to Michael Cowen, he is still intact and is still a human being. No other abnormal characters have been found in the building where he lives. This seems to indicate that all the weird things related to Michael Cowen have not happened yet.

The real beginning.

Under the leadership of the powerful Kraven, the vampire race gradually wanders into vanity, enjoyment, and indulgence. Except for some specialized warriors, the vampire family under Victor has become weak, decadent, and degenerate.

.

Those among them are still immersed in the beautiful dreams that Kraven told them. They are intoxicated in the fact that the feuding werewolves are about to be destroyed, intoxicated in the fact that they will no longer have an enemy that can match them, intoxicated in the fact that the vampire race will become the highest in the world.

aristocratic race.

And Lucien, the enemy who was dead in the hearts of all vampires centuries ago, is taking the werewolves who were loyal to him and spending centuries planning, waiting for the final moment.

The time has come to take revenge on myself and my race.

Mastering Michael Kirwan and his blood is equivalent to controlling the lifeblood of half of the werewolf race. Especially the werewolf group led by Lucien.

The appearance and exposure of Michael Curwen can be said to be the trigger for another war between the werewolf and vampire races.

The vampires who stubbornly follow the elders' orders and stick to what they consider to be their noble bloodline also want to get rid of the predicament of their own race so that their people can enjoy fairness and justice without having to worry about being exposed all the time.

And it brings about the danger of being hunted by the werewolf race.

The former regards Michael Curwen as a thorn in the side, while the latter regards Michael Curwen as an indispensable foundation for the uprising. (To be continued.)