Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

Chapter 168 The Immortal

Vann suddenly felt powerless, because he couldn't fly.

The next second, he looked down at Lao Ba.

"Huh?"

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Old Ba clearly understood what Fan En meant. It stood up on its hind legs, flapped its two front legs a couple of times, and indicated that it couldn't fly either.

"What should we do?"

Vann looked up and saw that the cursed blood bat had begun to ram the top lead-sealed manhole cover.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The constant impacts created a piercing sound echoing above the wastewater pool.

Van squinted and noticed that the lead blocks sealing the openings had cracked, and some fragments had fallen off.

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He immediately looked at the edge of the shaft and the surrounding walls, trying to find a way to climb up.

To Van En's great disappointment, there was nowhere to step on the surrounding walls and the edge of the shaft, so there was no way for him to jump up.

"Damn it! This bastard is definitely not like a normal wild beast; it tries to run away when it can't win!"

Vane knew he probably couldn't handle the cursed blood bat alone, as his only ranged weapon, the Bloodstone Shotgun, was ineffective against it.

He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "What are those 'gods' of the Healing Church doing? Sealing such a dangerous thing up here without a second or third layer of backup?!"

No sooner had Van En finished cursing than a change occurred at the top of the courtyard.

A dazzling array of moon-shaped magic patterns lit up at the edge of the courtyard, and the silver moonlight slammed into the charging cursed blood bats with a whoosh.

"Ugh!"

Silver flames instantly ignited on the Blood Curse Bat's body, and it slowly drifted down like a lit paper kite.

"Good! Finally, you've done something decent!"

Van En spotted the Blood Curse Bat landing on the cracked lead coffin and immediately called to Lao Ba to run over together.

He already held two lit portable silver blood lamps in his hands, ready to completely eliminate any possibility of the cursed blood beast escaping.

Snapped!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As the cursed blood beast landed on the lead coffin, Vann jumped on top and immediately smashed down two silver blood lamps.

The surging silver flames immediately enveloped its body, sizzling and emitting acrid black smoke.

But the Blood-Cursed Beast immediately tried to roll into the blood to extinguish the silver flames on its body.

Van En wasn't about to let it have its way, and forcefully plunged the meat saw into its body.

puff!

click!

The saw cleaver pierced the body of the cursed blood beast and pinned it to the lead coffin lid.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The cursed beast let out a bat-like cry, trying to break free.

But the next second, the old man next to it bit down hard on part of its body, making it difficult for it to escape.

Vann didn't think he had succeeded. He yelled at Old Eight, "Hold it back!"

"Ugh!"

Old Eight let out a low growl while biting the Blood Curse Beast's mouth, and then lay directly on the Blood Curse Beast's body.

The cursed blood beast sprouted many claws and began scratching at Lao Ba's abdomen.

But the spirit beasts are naturally its natural enemy. Although Lao Ba's mouth was twitching from being scratched, it seemed he could still hold on.

call!

Blood mist rose around the lead coffin, gradually condensing into the shape of a ghostly hand.

Seeing that escape was impossible, the cursed blood beast prepared to use its blood mist ghost hand to attack Vann and his companions in an attempt to force them back and break free.

But Van En paid no attention. He stared intently at the blood mist beast beneath Lao Ba and swung his twin emerald shadows, severing the ghostly hands around him.

A minute later, Van En looked at the dwindling number of blood mist ghost hands around him, glanced at the cursed blood beast that was still massaging Lao Ba, and noticed that its size had shrunk to the size of a cat.

But the silver flames on its body had weakened, and the silver flames on the saw blade stuck in its body had begun to go out.

If it weren't for the silver light still shining on Lao Ba's body, this beast would probably have escaped long ago!

Van En lit up his last two portable silver blood pills and threw them at the target with a blank expression.

Snapped!

Bang!

Silver flames ignited on the bodies of the Blood Cursed Beast and Lao Ba.

Old Eight showed a comfortable expression, feeling that the cursed blood beast beneath him had lost its ability to resist, and pressed his entire body down on it.

Looking at the eighth brother burning with silver flames, Fan En felt like he was being roasted like a dog.

Thirty seconds later.

When Van En saw the last two wisps of blood mist disappear into the air like candle flames, he knew that even if the Blood Cursed Beast wasn't dead, it had completely lost its fighting power and ability to resist.

He beckoned Lao Ba to stand up, and when he looked at the remnants of the cursed blood beast, his eyes widened in shock.

In a layer of withered black ash, Van En saw a section of reddish, curved small intestine, about the length of a little finger.

An incredibly familiar feeling sent chills down his spine, and his ears began to ring.

He had seen this thing twice before.

During the Blood Hunting Ritual after obtaining the Source Blood, Doug Hearst will cut open (or be cut open) his stomach, pull out a small intestine of the same shape, and squeeze out the Source Blood inside.

Fan En felt his body trembling inexplicably, and he vaguely sensed that the truth about his origins had begun to emerge.

His hand hovered over the small intestine, trembling slightly, as if he dared not touch it.

After a moment's thought, Van En's gaze fell upon the lead coffin beneath his feet.

Because the things that Mr. Carl left behind are inside.

Van En used a butcher's saw to cut a slit along the crack in the lead coffin and reached his hand inside.

The sticky, cold sensation made Van En feel a little uneasy.

But he continued to explore.

After finally finding a palm-sized metal box, Vann immediately took it out and put it into his inventory.

You have completed the prerequisite quest for the "Karl's Last Wish" questline and have gained 10 free attribute points.

Vane jumped back onto the lead coffin and found that the small intestine had begun to twitch like a worm.

Old Eight growled and pinned it down with one paw.

But this creature, which is usually extremely greedy, did not touch the small intestine.

"This thing can actually come back to life!"

Van clenched his fist, struggled internally for a moment, and reached out to pick it up, ready to face the horrifying truth.

Snapped!

creak—

But at that moment, Van En heard mechanical noise coming from the sealed-off skylight above his head.

"Damn it! It must be someone from the factory who noticed something was wrong and was preparing to come down and investigate!"

Fan En grabbed the small intestine and led Lao Ba on a wild run back the way they came.

Ten seconds later.

Just after Van En ran into the sewer, a blinding silver light accompanied by a chain shot down from the skylight.

Six priests dressed in silver-threaded white robes slid down from the chains one after another.

They all covered their faces with veils, came down and surrounded the lead coffin, shining their silver blood lamps on it.

Snapped!

Finally, a priest dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold thread slid off the chains.

His face was covered with a pure gold mask.

After getting off the coffin, the man frowned as he looked at the cracks Van En had made on it. He said to his men, "Someone actually got here and took the umbilical cord! Chase him! He can't have gone far!"

"yes!"

The six silver-robed priests spoke in unison, lighting up their silver blood lamps to illuminate the figures of Fan En and Lao Ba fighting the cursed blood beast.

After determining their location, the six priests immediately gave chase to Van En.

The priest in the gold-embroidered white robe stood still, watching Vann's figure, and muttered, "He really is a hunter—even close to reaching the advanced level—could it be Silverlight of the Kaviel family, that Götze Hunter Captain?"

"No! He was sent away by that little bitch Rolinsa yesterday!"

He immediately dismissed his own idea, rubbing his fingers together in thought. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he laughed, "It's that person! It seems I can complete my research without those lunatics from the Grimm Theatre Company!"

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