Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

This face is quite handsome, like a carefully carved jade, but he acts in such a mercenary and fawning way, which makes people angry. I really want to tear this fawning face with a claw, to see if he can still put on such a despicable look.

Walon, who was just calling on his men to come quickly, suddenly shivered all over, as if a gust of polar wind penetrated his clothes, the chill was biting and made his soul tremble.

But the chill was fleeting, and he thought it was just the damp sea breeze, the fishy and salty sea water, and that he was feeling unwell after staying at sea for too long and was eroded by the moisture, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What are you dawdling for? The Holy Lord is still waiting!"

Seeing his men trotting over, Valon nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to start assigning tasks, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked around sharply, like a foraging hawk locking onto its prey, and asked in a stern voice, "Where's Tru?"

Afen and the others looked at each other, looking embarrassed. Finally, Afen gritted his teeth and stammered, "Boss... Boss, Truta..."

Seeing that Valon's eyes were getting more and more ferocious, like a volcano about to erupt, Ah Fen made up his mind and said, "After Tru docked for supplies last time, he seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and has not shown up since!"

Walon's eyes narrowed into a dangerous line in an instant, and his aura was like a raging flame, raging and hot, burning the air around him and making it difficult to breathe.

Jiang Shi Nian, who was hiding aside and watching the battle quietly, was not surprised by this.

Truben was a righteous man, and who knows what happened to him after he got on board that caused him to resolutely defect and join the righteous camp.

In Jiang Shi Nian's eyes, Tru was just an insignificant pawn. There was no need for him to confront Zhengqi head-on in order to stop him, which would waste his own strength and would not be worth it.

The chess game in this world is ever-changing. The loss of one piece may be tolerated sometimes, but there is no need to lose the big picture for the small one and disrupt the overall plan.

"Amin, call Tohru!"

Valon held the scepter tightly in both hands, and the scepter seemed to tremble slightly because of the anger of its master. His voice was so low that it seemed to come from the abyss of hell, revealing a chilling chill, and every word seemed to be wrapped in ice.

Yadi quickly took out her cell phone, dialed the number, and a "beep-beep" waiting tone came from the receiver.

The monotonous sound was particularly harsh at this moment.

In a moment, with a "pop", the phone was hung up, like a loud slap in everyone's face.

"Fight again!"

Valon glared at him and scolded him, with anger in his eyes almost bursting out.

Yadi pressed the redial button again with trembling fingers, but the result was the same: the call was ruthlessly cut off as soon as it rang, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

"That's enough, Valon."

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, like the cry of an owl at night, startling several mafia elites and making them tremble all over as if they were electrocuted.

"Tru's departure must be due to Jackie Chan and his gang. You are powerless now and cannot stop him from heading to the righteous camp."

"But he is me..."

Valon stopped talking halfway through, remained silent for a long time, nodded slowly, and a trace of loneliness and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Jackie Chan... Never mind. I get it."

He turned to look at Ah Fen and the others, waved his hand and said, "Ah Fen, the Holy Lord has given instructions, you guys go and help."

After saying that, he bowed slightly towards where Jiang Shi Nian was, showing full courtesy and respect, then turned around dejectedly and walked towards the cabin with heavy steps.

As he walked, he muttered, "Remember to pay for the antiques in advance. My men have to work overtime, so their wages must not be reduced."

The back figure looks lonely, revealing a bit of helplessness and vicissitudes, like a defeated general, leaving sadly.

"Antique? What antique?"

Lasu hunched his back, scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face, looking as if he was completely confused.

Zhou pushed up his sunglasses and replied confidently: "The boss must have sold us out again!"

Ah Fen agreed with it deeply and nodded repeatedly. The other elites who were dragged in to make up the numbers also echoed it, and the noise was heard one after another.

"Humph!"

In the void, Jiang Shi Nian snorted coldly, as if a thunderclap had exploded, making everyone's ears buzz.

Ah Fen was startled, turned around immediately, and bowed respectfully: "Holy Lord, we are ready and waiting for your orders!"

The only responses he got were the gentle breeze from the sea and the rustling of his clothes. There was deathly silence all around, as if even the air had frozen.

In an instant, inky waves rushed in from all directions of the ship, like a surging black tide, majestic and powerful.

It also looks like sticky black silk rolling wildly, agile and strange.

It was like a thick stream of ink slowly climbing up, dimming the light and shadows wherever it went. In a blink of an eye, it enveloped everyone, like a black giant beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, swallowing its prey into its belly.

Yadi and the others showed fear and disgust on their faces, and they struggled and twisted subconsciously, like trapped animals in a quagmire, trying to break free.

On the other hand, Lasu, Afen and others seemed to be used to it. Their faces were calm as water, like veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles and were not surprised by anything.

Ah Fu was even mumbling something strange, as if he was chanting a mysterious spell.

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow swept in, and everyone disappeared from the spot, and were all dragged into the ghost kingdom.

As Jiang Shi Nian stepped into this place, the effect of the snake talisman that concealed his body gradually disappeared, and his dragon-like body was revealed, shining with golden light, as if the god of war in golden armor had returned.

The scales are sparkling, and each one is like a carefully polished bronze mirror, reflecting the brilliant light.

The blood-red dragon eyes are like burning red lanterns, dazzling and captivating, as if containing endless majesty and mysterious power.

"Fuck, the Holy Lord is so domineering! Why didn't I realize it before?"

Chapter 136 Vampire

Several mafia elites were amazed in their hearts, as if they had seen a miracle, but when their eyes swept over the iconic shorts, they couldn't help but secretly complain, as if a tiny flaw in a jade ruined its majestic image.

Only Ah Fu, with eyes full of reverence, praised him: "Holy Lord, you are getting stronger! The power of the dragon is like a volcano ready to erupt, majestic and unstoppable!"

When Jiang Shinian heard this, his scarlet eyes flickered and he secretly approved.

This Black Tiger Ah Fu has a sharp eye, it was worth picking him~!

The fact that he could accurately tell the changes in his strength at such a shocking moment was worth my usual attention to him.

"Shh!"

It was like a black wave suddenly rising from the depths of the dark night, and the black shadow was like a surging, unstoppable tide, roaring and sweeping in in an instant.

The black shadows surged and rushed, just like a group of demons and ghosts from the Nine Nether Hell, baring their fangs and claws, dancing wantonly.

In a flash, Jiang Shi Nian, accompanied by eight capable men of the Black Hand Organization, appeared on the island of Ireland with an aura of grim pressure, as if passing through a crack in the void, in a ghostly manner.

At this moment, the night is like an aging painter, waving a huge lead-gray paintbrush, slowly and heavily pulling down an impermeable curtain for the sky.

The dark clouds were like mountains of lead, piling up layer upon layer, tightly blocking the bright light of the stars and the moon, making the sky like an inverted, deep and boundless black pot, so depressing and dull to the extreme that it was suffocating.

The earth seemed to be poured into endless ink, and the thick darkness spread wantonly, swallowing up every inch of the land.

Only the cold moonlight, like tiny pieces of silver frost struggling hard, tried its best to penetrate the numerous obstacles of the clouds, and scattered sparsely in the silent mountains and forests, which looked like a sleeping monster.

As the breeze blows gently, the mountains and forests murmur and whisper like a mysterious giant beast that has been quietly awakened from a long dream.

The branches and leaves trembled and swayed like frightened children.

The cold wind was like a resentful ghost, whistling through the winding paths in the forest, making bursts of cold and mournful sounds like the howling of wild wolves, as if crying out the sad song of resentment buried deep in the long river of time.

A few crows seemed like elves hurrying along in the dark night, cooing and flapping their wings as they flew by, their sharp cries sounding like sharp blades.

The thick silence was instantly broken in this deserted and mysterious place that seemed like a different world.

It only adds a sense of eeriness and horror, as if playing a strange melody from the dark night underworld.

Jiang Shi Nian stood quietly in the thick, inky shadows on the river bank. His figure seemed to have completely merged with the surrounding darkness. Only his scarlet eyes were like charcoal burning in the darkness, blazing and captivating.

His gaze was like a sharp blade that materialized as it slowly swept across the eight Black Hand Gang elites in front of him, who were looking terrified. His throat emitted a hoarse and dark voice that sounded like sandpaper rubbing against each other: "Look, in front of us, stands an ancient and weathered European castle."

Time is like a ruthless sculptor, carving dense and shocking marks on its mottled bricks and stones. It stands here quietly, like an old man, silently telling the legends and vicissitudes of the past in the leisurely time.

"In the castle, there lives a vampire, an ancient blood race that has lived in the world for a long time, as if it had walked out of the dust of history, and knows countless secrets hidden in the cracks of time."

"vampire?"

When everyone heard this, it was as if they heard thunder in the dark night. They looked at each other in an instant, their eyes filled with surprise and fear, and their pupils contracted rapidly.

The brief silence was like solidified air, suffocating.

Then Ah Fu took the lead in bowing his hands, bowed slightly, and asked bravely, "Holy Lord, why are you looking for that vampire this time?"

Jiang Shi Nian raised his head slightly, as if to penetrate the heavy night, looking in the direction of the hidden castle, and said slowly: "This is the oldest vampire known in the world today. It can be called a living fossil of the blood clan. The accumulation of years has accumulated into a mysterious treasure house on it."

"I am searching for a key opportunity to advance my magic in the vast world of magic. This is an excellent and rare test subject."

"Furthermore, the castle contains many extremely rare magical materials that shine like stars. They are all treasures that the blood race has carefully collected and treasured over a long period of time. There is also a relic of a righteous wizard family, which carries the glorious magic civilization and mysterious power inheritance of the past."

"Of course, as a reward for calling you in, the antiques to be delivered to Valon are all hidden in the intricate corridors and secret rooms of the castle."

He spoke in that unique hoarse voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell. He sounded calm and peaceful, but it made the listeners' hearts feel as if a huge storm was rising and it took a long time to calm down.

"Uh……"

Someone looked hesitant, his lips trembling slightly as he stammered.

"In other words, Saint Lord, you used our boss's men to explore this unknown and dangerous place, and in the end, you only gave the boss some 'scraps'? Isn't this... freeloading? In the end, didn't all the benefits go into your pocket?"

Halfway through his words, he seemed to realize something was wrong, and saw that his companions were all acting as if nothing had happened, with their heads down.

He met Jiang Shi Nian's sharp eyes that seemed to be able to release lasers and pierce through the soul. His heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat. His voice stopped abruptly, his neck stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head, silent as a cicada, cold sweat quietly oozing from his forehead.

"But...but, what should we do if we can't defeat that vampire?"

Lasu scratched his head. Although he felt that it was inappropriate to ask the question at this moment, like a reckless child speaking rashly in a serious lecture hall, he still gritted his teeth and weakly expressed his worries. There was a bit of trembling in his voice, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"hehe."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Shi Nian let out a low laugh that sounded like the cry of a night owl, with a hint of amusement and teasing, as if the master of the night was overlooking the struggling ants.

"If you can't defeat it, you will become its prey. It will suck your blood like a greedy devil, and instantly turn your full and lively body into a shriveled and rotten skin, turning it into a lifeless corpse that looks like a dead tree."

"The power of magic and blood is like an evil curse that will corrode your soul and tame you into lowly slaves without independent consciousness and who only know how to blindly follow others. You don't even have the qualifications to join the ranks of the bloodline and inherit the noble bloodline of the bloodline. You will completely lose your mind and become a walking corpse, with no day to escape from the dark night."

After a pause, a strange light flashed in his eyes, like phosphorescence in the dark night, and he continued: "However, this process is not without 'gains'."

"After the transformation, the withered body will contain tremendous strength, as if it was infused with the power of an ancient demon god. It can easily carry objects several times its size. Moving mountains and filling the sea may be an exaggeration, but it can also be called divine power."

Chapter 137 Castle

"Your senses will be extremely enhanced, and you will move as swiftly as a ghost. You will have extraordinary speed, as if you can move between light and shadow in an instant."

"However, for the rest of my life, I will be cut off from sunlight and can only hide in a dark and damp corner that looks like a sewer, like an abandoned child spurned by the light, unable to see the light of day."