One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Four: A town full of blood slaves
Thor laughed a few times and pointed to the box in Yan Wan's hand with some lack of confidence: "That's why I gave you this thing as a life-saving thing."
"What?" Yan Wan glanced at him suspiciously, opened the iron box, and when his eyes fell on the contents of the iron box, he couldn't help but look shocked: "Hiss..."
"How's it going? Are you satisfied?" Reina saw his reaction and felt slightly relieved.
Yan Wan hesitated for a moment, picked up the scroll in the box, and asked in surprise: "This thing...how did you convince the Holy See to hand it over?"
Yes, there is a magic scroll in the box.
The sealing rune pattern affixed to it was exactly the same that Yan Wan had seen before when he and Matthew were walking together.
It seems to be called 'purification', and it can dispel evil spirits and evil spirits to a great extent. Put the enemy into an unprecedented weak state.
He had wanted to do some self-defense before, but Matthew told him that this thing was a rare item in the Holy See and was never sold to the outside world. Unless Yan Wu joined the Holy See, this thing could be used casually.
As a righteous exorcist, Yan Wan refused... mainly because it was not the time to betray the exorcist union yet.
Unexpectedly, the Exorcist Guild would get one in a blink of an eye.
"Matthew, you're a grandson, and you're still lying to me?" Yan Huan gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, and his resentment was extremely strong.
Thor laughed out loud: "With it, you should be able to deal with the enemy, right? And let me tell you, if you complete it well this time, Rena and I can jointly recommend you to become a senior exorcist directly."
"Really or not?" Yan Wan said subconsciously.
You must know that it has only been a few months since he became an exorcist. Even if he is very strong, he will not upgrade in such a short time.
Reina chuckled and said, "Whether you can grasp it or not depends on you."
Yan Wang gritted his teeth, grabbed the scroll and stuffed it into his arms. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Wish you a safe journey." Thor rolled up the map and handed it to him. "Complete the mission and join us as soon as possible."
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A few days later.
Yan Wang rode his horse and wandered to his destination.
Looking at the quiet and peaceful town not far away, his heart did not relax, but could not help but sink.
Something is wrong.
It seems a little too quiet.
Moreover, there was not a single soul on the street.
The cold wind blew by, picking up a few yellow leaves, and the crisp rustling sound was heard far away. At first glance, there was an inexplicable and permeating feeling.
"call……"
Yan Wang blew out a smoke ring, his nose quivered, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "It smells of blood, but it's very light. He must have been dead for a while."
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The horse shook its mane in dissatisfaction and snorted.
"Hey, I'll give it to you, don't say I'm wronging you." Yan Wan patted its head, turned over, poured out the fodder, and murmured.
Suddenly, Yan Wan's hand froze, and with a muffled sound, there was a corpse at his feet whose head was blown apart and fell to the ground.
"Have you turned this town into blood slaves?" Yan Wan stretched his body, his bones making crackling sounds like exploding beans.
He tied his horse to the crooked neck tree outside the town, held his gun and stepped into this deathly silent town.
Bang, bang...! !
The sound of broken windows and doors, the roar of blood slaves, the sound of bones and flesh shattering, the sound of blood spraying, and the deafening sound of pistols seemed to be playing a noisy symphony.
"Have a night's rest first."
After roughly cleaning up, Yan Wan came to the most luxurious house in the town, turned around, took the horse over, and put it in the stable. He took a pleasant bath and had a hearty meal just like he did at home.
Then he sat by the window with a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at a manor not far outside the town. The Yin Qi there is extremely strong, and it is probably a vampire's lair.
No wonder Thor said that this vampire family has declined. After all, vampires with good foundation usually build strong castles to ensure their safety while sleeping.
Yan Wan curled his lips and said, "It would be difficult to transform a town of more than a hundred people, even if you are a count vampire. Not to mention that you are so happy..."
However, when he thought of this, he looked up at the gloomy sky: "Today is a full moon night, and there are combat power bonuses against vampires, werewolves and other creatures. It is not a good day, so let's talk about it tomorrow."
With the magic scroll in hand, Yan Wan is now worthy of his opponent.
But in order to maximize the effect of the scroll, it is really not a good time to do it today. It would still be a long time anyway, so he could just wait...
Suddenly, Yan Wan withdrew his gaze, turned around in an instant, pointed the gun at the fireplace and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
boom!
Bricks and tiles flew everywhere, followed by panicked voices.
"Come out." Yan Wan's ears moved, and he heard what seemed to be an adult's voice, a man.
Not long after, as the wall of the fireplace rotated 180 degrees, a middle-aged man with tears on his face walked out step by step, holding his hands high. "No, don't shoot. I'll come out right now."
Yan Wan saw his messy clothes and said in surprise: "Are you the owner of this house?"
"Yes, I'm Jack." The man came to the opposite side of Yan Wan and wiped the cold sweat from his face.
Yan Wan put away the gun, handed him a bottle of wine that had just been opened on the table, and asked calmly: "How did this place become like this? Are you the only one alive?"
The man took a sip of wine and growled excitedly: "Katherine, that female cousin, she turned everyone in the entire town into blood slaves with such madness. She is a madman, she killed everyone."
"Catherine? Female?" Yan Wan was a little surprised. The person who could do such a thing was actually a woman. No... it should be a female vampire?
He paused and then asked, "What else do you know?"
Jack came to the window, pointed at the manor under the night and shouted: "Catherine lives in that manor, and she has many servants and slaves."
Suddenly, looking for Shuyuanwｗw.zhaoshuyuan.comｍ He turned around, his eyes lingered on the badge on Yan Wan's waist for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "Are you an exorcist? You are an exorcist, hurry up , get rid of her quickly."
"You should tell me more about Catherine first."
Yan Wan sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine with great interest, smacked his lips and said leisurely: "Then pay, and I will get rid of her."
"What? You are not an exorcist, protecting justice..."
boom!
Yan Wan put the gun on the table expressionlessly, raised his leg and pressed it down, stepping on his chest: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me in this tone? Now I ask, you answer. One more nonsense Knock off one of your fingers."
He suddenly remembered when playing some stand-alone games in reality. That disgusting feeling of being forced to do a mission for the sake of the plot.
For example, the most obvious one is that the protagonist saved a person and wanted him to tell him some clues. Instead of telling him, the person asked the protagonist to do something for him with a stern look on his face, and only told him after he had done it.