The Death Knell

I believe many people have seen vampire movies. Not only will the person being sucked go to death with a happy face, but the person sucking the blood will also be very intoxicated.

From the Christian point of view, blood is closely related to the soul. When the blood leaves the human body, it also means the departure of the soul, and the person will die.

At the Last Supper, Jesus once said: “Some of you have betrayed me, but know this bread is my flesh and the wine is my blood.”

As a clan cursed by God, vampires can only drink human blood to survive, which represents their betrayal of faith in God. This is the core of the curse.

All in all, when vampires drink blood, they will feel endless pleasure in this curse, which will further deepen their sins. Just like Cassidy now, he behaved a little drunk after drinking about two packs of blood. .

It's been a long time since I drank blood. This time I overeated a bit and my head was dizzy.

The handsome vampire who called himself Edward didn't drink any blood. He just sat next to him and chatted with him with a reserved smile, and made restrained laughter from time to time.

Although he knows that the two parties are definitely not from the same class, this does not prevent Cassidy from admiring him. He is aristocratic and not difficult to contact. Is this the heritage of a thousand-year-old blood family?

Can't compare, can't compare.

The other party looked at him drinking blood, but there was no trace of desire in his eyes. What kind of strong willpower is this? Just smelling the smell of blood makes me feel confused.

However, in his admiration, Cassidy gradually drank too much. He soon forgot about his status and status, and hooked up with each other. The two sat on the prayer bench in the front row, blowing to Jesus Christ on the cross. Wearing cowhide.

Like all vampires, Edward's body was frighteningly cold, and he was like a piece of ice exuding cold air in the dark night.

The two started chatting with women in the town, talking about the relationship between butt size and the taste of blood, and then started talking about the cruelty and darkness of human beings, as well as the difficulty of life.

With the advancement of science and technology, humans who used to only be active during the day began to invade the night, and the living space of the vampires became smaller and smaller.

Then Cassidy began to complain about the difficulty in making money in the town and his ugly face. He originally wanted to use the church janitor's identity card to go out and do some work, but the people in the town didn't believe in God at all, and they didn't even care about the priest. In eyes.

"God... is a waste!" Cassidy was drunk and burped. The smell of blood came out of his mouth along with bad breath: "The residents of the town don't give him face. , not as useful as what a capitalist says!”

"Well said, let's play a game."

Edward, who was essentially Deathstroke, stood up and took out a pistol from nowhere and stuffed it into Cassidy's hand.

Then he jumped onto the cross as if floating, took out a pen, and drew several circles on the icon, and the innermost circle was blackened.

To put it simply, it is to draw a target on God.

Then he jumped off the ground, lit the candles next to the altar, and took out a few bags of blood from under his cloak:

"We are here to compete with human weapons. Anyway, I have nothing to do at night. If you can beat me, how about I give you a pack of blood after winning a round?"

"Not quite right?"

Cassidy was just a little carried away, not possessed. It was one thing to lodge in a church, but another to shoot God.

He can also use firearms, but does he really want to fight God in a competition?

"Don't worry, God just likes others to hit him." Su Ming returned to him with his vampire appearance, pulled him back a few steps, and reached a position about thirty meters away from the cross. He drew a stripe on the floor with the toe of his shoe. Line: "Dracula, the true ancestor of the blood race, spit and urinated on the cross in exchange for the curse of immortality. How many times can you shoot a pistol at God and still be struck by lightning?"

Cassidy tilted his head and thought for a while. It would be a good idea to store more food reserves. Just put them in the refrigerator.

"That's true, let me do it first."

"Well, five bullets for each person, you go first."

The vampire named Edward smiled handsomely. He made a "please" gesture, and his movements were full of magnanimity.

As for whether the lottery prize will be honored? Cassidy no longer doubted that he was very poor, but this aristocratic young man was not short of money at all, and he would not lie to himself because of it.

Then gunfire rang out in the church.

Outside the main entrance, Cassie, who was digging a hole under a crooked neck tree, heard the movement in the church. He immediately dropped the iron and ran back into the church.

The result is Cassidy and a stranger shooting with God.

I was originally worried that I might encounter a robbery or something, but this is what happened? The priest suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"How about playing with guns?"

"Um......"

Cassidy hid the blood bag and seemed a little guilty.

"This friend seems a bit unfamiliar? Do you know him?"

Jesse didn't notice the movements of the vampire's hands, his attention was on the stranger.

"I am Cassidy's neighbor's second uncle and a distant relative of his grandfather. Father, just call me Ed." Su Ming directly picked up the topic, with a gentle smile, stretched out his hand to shake Jesse's hand: "Come here specifically to see Judging from how he’s doing, he just got lost so he was a little late, and he just walked to the back door.”

The town priest, who had already been drinking, suddenly became more relaxed. If he didn't come through the front door, it meant he didn't see the body, so it would be fine.

"Hello Ed, I'm Jesse, the priest of this church. You can stay here tonight." He also shook hands in a friendly way and sniffed: "Your hands are still quite cold in this summer. I really envy your physique, by the way, what are you doing?"

"We are gambling and drinking." Edward magically took out a few bottles of wine and placed them on a bench nearby: "Jesse, do you want to play? Whoever has the highest number of rings in each round can drink a large glass. "

Jesse was an old drinker, and as soon as the bottle was opened, the aroma filled the air, so he thought it would be okay to wait a while to bury the body.

Anyway, the corpse will never escape, and no one will come to this wasteland at night.

"I'm not polite when it comes to wine. Ha, actually my marksmanship is pretty good." The priest took the gun from Cassidy, aimed at God on the cross and fired, only the head of the icon was visible. Sparks were popping up all over the place, and when I looked at the marks, they were all ten rings.

"You win, have a drink, drink more, and I'll see if you can still shoot so accurately." Edward smiled and handed over a large glass of strong liquor. The brown liquid looked beautiful under the moonlight and candlelight. , full of temptation.

The priest took the glass and took a sip, then handed over the pistol, letting Cassidy go first this time.

He was happily addicted to the refreshing feeling brought by alcohol. He had been digging for a long time, and it was so refreshing to have such a drink.

Even if he has something of the level of 'Creation' in his chest, there are no eyes on the back of his head.

At this time, he was watching the target practice and didn't even notice that there were two black figures, one large and one small, under the crooked neck tree outside the door. They were silently chopping up the body with a sharp steel knife, and then like ants moving, they were transporting the body parts into the distance. In the grass.

In less than five minutes, Harley, who was born in Gotham, disposed of the two corpses cleanly. She is good at this, just like she will not forget after learning to ride a bicycle.

She showed a smile from a distance, made an OK gesture towards Deathstroke, who had transformed into a handsome boy, and then disappeared into the night.