I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

In less than twenty minutes, the group had basically wiped out the Bloodthirsty Species and Ghouls that had gathered.

As the effects of the three intermediate-level potions wore off, the three of them returned to normal.

But now they are completely different from the weak and helpless they were after taking the intermediate-level potion.

The three of them were sitting in Evan's house, as relaxed as three classmates who had come to play.

David leaned back on the sofa and asked with some curiosity, "Why are these guys so fixated on our junior brother's house?"

Richard hesitated for a moment, then said in his heavy tone, "Perhaps they have already realized the importance of our eldest brother."

"They want to use the threat of destroying the anchors of the real world to increase their leverage."

While cleaning up the grease-stained kitchen, Erlong asked, "I wonder how my junior brother is doing in the Dream Realm?"

After a moment's thought, Richard said, "With Hill around, there shouldn't be any problems."

They had previously returned to the real world successfully using the magic circle.

They soon realized something was wrong.

Everyone else woke up, but Ivan remained asleep.

It was only then that everyone realized that Evan had not returned safely.

The three then quickly protected Ivan's body and waited quietly.

About fifteen minutes later, riots broke out again in the city.

Everyone immediately realized that Sap had completely perished.

Richard and his men could clearly sense the excitement and euphoria of Vic and his fellow judges.

Vic then skillfully issued orders, sending all the superhumans to various areas of the city to suppress any potential superhuman riots.

Richard and his two companions were also ordered to go to Gooding Street to protect Evan's house.

They weren't comfortable leaving Evan's body with Vic, so they planned to bring it back with them.

But they were also worried that the battle would be too intense and Ivan's body would be injured.

Just when they were caught in this dilemma, they saw someone they knew.

Armitage's assistant, Miller, who looked ordinary and usually kept a low profile, appeared silently at the entrance of the police station.

Behind Miller followed the two clowns, Edward and Herbert, who had been escorted here by Evan earlier.

Richard and the three were already quite familiar with each other. To prevent the shapeshifting monster from impersonating them, they exchanged secret codes...

Ivan's body was then entrusted to the protection of Miller and the other two.

Miller is currently at the police station with Ivan's body.

Richard had considerable confidence in Miller, the mysterious 35-year-old who was already a mature master.

This guy has quite a background. Richard only knows that Armitage trusts him a lot and has always kept him by his side as a core assistant.

Miller had been the one who relayed many of the previous negotiations and related confidential information.

With no worries about Evan's health, the three of them quickly returned to Guding Street.

While the group was chatting, they didn't notice that a strange, bloodthirsty creature, resembling a mist, had quietly appeared in the dark space downstairs.

It's clear that this Bloodthirsty Beast has undergone a transformation that has concealed its special aura.

His skin was covered with a strange animal hide, with only a pair of blood-red eyes showing, indicating his identity as a Bloodthirsty race.

Even on their hands and feet, there are grotesque, twisted tumors that act as cushions to muffle the sound.

The tumor drooped limply, wriggling slightly as it crawled, exuding an indescribable nausea.

Finally, the Bloodthirsty One manifested its form and saw Old Tom lying on the old bed, snoring softly.

Old Tom lay on his side in the patched quilt, embracing his grandson and granddaughter with both hands, his back exposed.

Upon seeing this, a hint of madness flashed in the eyes of the Bloodthirsty Clan.

These bloodthirsty creatures, after being modified, are on the verge of mental collapse.

Why should I suffer like this, while these mortals can sleep so peacefully?!

"Die!!"

P.S.: The Protector Potion can also hold quite a few monthly passes.

Chapter 230: The Terrifying Old Tom, and His Senior Sister Proofreading Anchor Points (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Just as the Bloodthirsty Clan raised their sword to strike...

Those blood-red eyes seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

Then they saw the Bloodthirsty Clan's entire body freeze in place, its raised hand still held high.

But all the muscles in my body were frozen, and I couldn't relax.

The twisted body seemed to be frozen instantly by some terrifying force just as it was about to exert force.

then……

Suddenly, the bloodthirsty creature split open from the middle.

It was as if an ice sculpture had been sliced ​​open from the middle with an incredibly sharp knife.

The Bloodthirsty Seed, which had split in two, soon made a snapping sound.

Then his body split open from the waist down.

As it split open, the four petals became eight, and the eight petals became sixteen...

In less than a few seconds, the entire structure of this Bloodthirsty Species had collapsed to the molecular level, turning into a strange pile of dust.

The entire process was silent; the bloodthirsty creature didn't even manage a scream.

It was as if, from the moment it was frozen, it had been completely erased from this world.

Just then, old Tom carefully withdrew his arm, and after making sure that his grandson and granddaughter were not awake, he struggled to get up and rubbed his lower back.

Then, without making a sound, she picked up a broom and dustpan and swept the dust into the trash can.

After cleaning up, old Tom looked through the dusty, old window, through which he could barely see what was outside, and his voice carried a hint of anticipation.

"The energy of gold has begun to flow..."

"What professions will emerge and circulate among them this time?"

Old Tom's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

And those usually cloudy and dull eyes have turned into a completely melted gold.

The gold, like waves, surged and danced in his eyes, deep and ancient, as if reflecting all the unknown undercurrents beneath the city.

He then weakly tapped his lower back, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Those eyes returned to their cloudy, grayish state, and the hunched, weary old shoemaker lay back down in his patched quilt.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Richard and his two companions did not detect any disturbances.

A small dollar bird flew silently in through the window, and Miller's voice could be heard.

“Arkham is awake, you don’t need to worry.”

Hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and then grinned and laughed.

"As expected of the eldest junior brother!"

……

In the dream world, Evan slept for about two hours before waking up in a daze.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Hill sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Are you alright?" Hill saw Evan and quickly bent down to help him up with her fair and delicate arms.

Evan felt his head was spinning, and the whispers continued to echo in his ears.

But as he lay in Hill's arms, smelling that sweet scent and gazing at the beautiful view beneath the lace collar...

Bestiality? Bestiality is nothing compared to XP!

He opened his arms, did a somersault, and hugged Hill as they lay back on the bed.

His face was buried in Hill's long, silvery-white hair and her fair, sexy collarbone area.

"Dear senior sister, I'm feeling a bit dizzy right now and need an anchor point to stabilize my self-awareness..."

Upon hearing this, Hill embraced Evan's muscular body with both hands, but his head took flight on its own, nestling beside Evan's ear from the side.

That dignified and reserved voice carried a hint of suppressed wildness and anticipation.

"You brat~"

"My anchor point also needs to be corrected."

……

After some docking and adjustments to the anchor points, Ivan was slightly out of breath and looked a bit tired.

But my whole body and mind felt a sense of release and relaxation like never before.

The eerie whispers that had been lingering in my ears seemed to be completely dispelled by this familiar warmth and beautiful scenery.

Evan and Hill gave a general account of what happened, but omitted some details that might involve core secrets.

Hill's eyes lit up when he heard that Ivan had gained the favor of the Bone Saint.

"Doesn't that mean it will be much easier for me to use your name to travel to the underworld of the Dreamland?"

Although Evan's eyes were still full of proliferating hemangiomas, his mental state had improved a lot.

"Yes!"

"Just mention my name when the time comes, it'll work!"

Then, Evan asked with some curiosity, "Senior sister, what are you doing in the underworld?"

Hill fiddled with the ends of her silvery-white hair and said, "You should know that the Dream Realm is much more dangerous than the real world; it's not peaceful here."