Finally, the passage that seemed to extend forever finally reached the end.

Walking into the last open door, he entered a simply decorated hall. Senior was relieved. Everything he had just witnessed in that long passage made him feel a sense of oppression and fear from the bottom of his heart...

...He probably has a psychological shadow on this place.

He noticed that there were only some simple furniture in the hall, with two soft-looking sofas facing each other in the middle, and the person they wanted to see was sitting on a sofa waiting.

"Ancestor." Dracula lowered his head and bowed.

"Sit down. It's a pity that there is no tea for you here." Cain motioned for them to sit down easily. After receiving the ancestor's permission, Dracula and Senior carefully sat in the ancestor's bed.

opposite.

So hard... Is the place where feelings are really made of metal? It seems that the soft sofa is no different from a piece of iron... But Senior's complaint soon disappeared, because the area where he sat

It quickly deforms and adjusts according to the shape of the body, becoming the shape that best fits the curves of the human body.

In this way, except that the temperature is not comfortable enough and needs to be heated by yourself, this place is almost the same as the softest sofa.

As soon as Dracula sat down, he couldn't wait to speak, but at this moment Cain gently raised his hand, interrupting his next words: "I know why you came here... bloody

Zhengtu... it should be the 'Scarlet Praise' now... you don't want this bloodline, do you?"

"Yes!" Dracula suppressed his excitement. Recently, he would lose control of his emotions when talking about his daughter. "Our family has been tortured by this bloodline for several generations. My sister, my daughter

It has been eroded by it one after another... Ancestor, if you can pull out this bloodline from my daughter, I..."

"I don't need your gifts. Your things are...meaningless to me." Cain did not save Dracula any face in his words. He stared at the two of them calmly, with square eyes.

With a mechanical quality, "Do you still remember...why I gave this bloodline to you in the first place?"

Dracula was silent for a moment, and this question made it difficult for him to say: "...because this is what our ancestors begged for. Only this overwhelming power can allow the family to climb in that chaotic era.

Reach the pinnacle of power."

"Yes, you need power, so you crave it; and you are afraid of the results, so you are unwilling to take the responsibility of power... But in this world, everything has a price..." Cain said leisurely

, although it is just a calm narration, it sounds a bit like ridicule no matter how you listen to it.

"..." Dracula almost blurted out: As long as he could save his daughter, he would pay any price, but he quickly remembered another sentence Cain had said before - "Your things are... nothing to me."

meaningless".

A brief silence.

"Ancestor, do you need information?" Senior suddenly had a flash of inspiration and spoke, "The situation in the world has changed during this period, and the All-Unionizer from outside the world... We can tell you all this information!"

He thought that since his ancestors had been staying underground in the Crimson City, he must

He doesn't know much about what's happening on the other side. Regarding the war between the gods outside the world, the information Xiao Yao told is too heavyweight - maybe Cain will be interested.

"Child, I know everything about this world. Even the things you know... may not be more than mine." Cain smiled softly. His smile was like a sculpture, perfect but invisible.

Without any vivid emotion, "all things are unified...the nameless fog...the gods of the past are still the same."

Senior lowered his head and continued to rack his brains to think of any possible method. This may be the last way to save his sister, and he can't just give up. Although he is a sister who always knocks himself on the head and always likes to bully him,

But...it would be hard for me to be a younger brother without an older sister, right?

Just like his own father, the father who cries every time he gets drunk.

Cain gently pointed his finger on the table, and then a certain device was activated. The fluorescence illuminated the space, outlining a rotating planet and the other side that was looming around the planet and looked like clouds at first glance.

.

It is a map of the world of Koro, and it should be the clearest map in the world.

The fluorescent map rotated slowly, bringing a gentle atmosphere. Cain stared at it for a while, fascinated, and then said softly: "It's too fast, this time it's really too fast, the creatures outside the world have changed this

The destiny of civilization is determined. Although it will remain the same in the future, I have seen the existence of variables for the first time...really, for the first time in countless years."

The flickering fluorescence changes, like a zoomed-in lens, and finally focuses on the figure of a young man.

Dracula and Senior were both stunned, because they were both familiar with that person.

It was Xiao Yao, and it was Xiao Yao who was closest, because the deep black eye circles caused by contact with the nameless mist on the fluorescent figure's face were very obvious.

"Xiao Yao, this is the variable I saw, and this is the only weight in your hands." Cain's square eyes felt a little bottomless at this moment, and this was the first time he showed a little humanity.

The emotion, "Bring him to see me, then your daughter will naturally be safe and sound... But you have to act quickly, because Xiao Yao... is about to die..."

Cain whispered softly in poetic language: "The girl created the devil with her own hands and pushed it into the abyss... But the girl did not expect that the devil survived..."

…

The man is a pickpocket in the usual sense, the kind of thief who is most hated by tourists who always steals on trains traveling to and from various places. Today is another fruitful day for him, and he happily counts the wallet in his arms.

, the whole person felt refreshed.

There was a person in front of me who was walking unsteadily. The person stood up from his seat and seemed to go to the bathroom. Although it was true that the train was a little wobbly as it was moving, the person seemed to be unsteady as he walked.

It's too awesome.

The poor baby looks like he is about 20 years old, and his body is so weak. Maybe he needs to see a doctor this time when he travels far by train.

The male pickpocket prayed for the boy with a little sympathy, and then moved skillfully

The moment he passed by, he took out everything in the young man's pocket.

Those who work in this industry have a conscience. They have to do the work that should be done and steal the wallets that should be stolen.

He smiled and picked up the small package he took out of the boy's pocket - it was quite heavy and seemed to be round. Now he couldn't tell what good things were inside. If it was pearls or something, he would be rich!

He opened the small package, and then the air seemed to freeze.

It was an eyeball, an inhuman, round eyeball covered with red bloodshot eyes.

The eyeballs exuded a strange aura. It seemed that because he opened the package and came into contact with the air, the eyeballs shrank, and then some bright red blood oozed out.

The pickpocket couldn't help but shudder. He was almost sure that the eyeball turned on its own at that moment and turned its attention to him.

There was cold sweat all over his back. He closed the package with force, and his hands were trembling. What kind of ruthless character would a young man with such a weird eyeball carry around him?

He was aware of the eyes staring at him, so he once again confirmed that the package containing the strange eyeball had been fastened by himself. Then he raised his hand and opened the window to throw the strange eyeball out.

But I don’t want to come into contact with this damn thing for a second.

A long and cold hand held his wrist. The pickpocket raised his head and saw a pair of deep eyes. The young man was staring at him. His eye sockets were dark black, as if they had been pricked by countless fine needles.

, it also seems to be shrouded in a layer of black mist that will never dissipate.

What kind of eyes are those!

Just looking directly into those eyes, the pickpocket swayed and almost fell to the ground.

That is definitely not something that should grow on a human body. It is a pair of eyes with a soul. Such eyes should originally only belong to gods...or demons.

The pickpocket seemed to see a soul being torn and devoured by countless evil spirits, and when he looked carefully, he found that the soul had his own face.

He originally thought that the package in his hand was already the most terrifying eyeball in the world, but now he realized how naive he was... This eyeball was not even as good as one-tenth of the boy in front of him!

The young man said coldly: "If I read it correctly, this should be my thing."

…

"Why did you scare someone so stupid again?" Dong Bin looked ahead in distress, where several flight attendants dragged away a man who was foaming at the mouth and whose body was as limp as a puddle of mud.

"It's a pickpocket anyway, he deserves it." Xiao Yao said nonchalantly, stuffing the package containing the eyeballs back into the bag, "My eyes... now have some properties similar to those of old gods. They cannot be looked directly at.

.”

"So you'd better put on your sunglasses. Even if you deliberately suppress your indescribable power, it will have no effect on us extraordinary beings. To ordinary people, you are definitely the most terrifying thing they have ever seen in their lives.

"Ye Ruoxue pushed the box containing the sunglasses to Xiao Yao.
Chapter completed!