"I want to hear your explanation more than this." Barr's face was so stinky that he could smoke the flies hundreds of meters.

Singer still looked smiling, "It's your first time to visit the Vampire's playground. There are many amusement facilities here, each with different rules and ways of playing. If you lose, you will go back to the origin."

Bar said: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I forgot," Singer sighed, "when you are at my age, you will know that this move can easily cause short-term amnesia."

Barr snorted coldly: "This is not a matter of age, it is a matter of IQ."

Seeing that Singer had a hint of discomfort in his smile, Wang Xiaoming quickly smoothed out and said, "If you can't talk about this kind of thing, don't say it anymore. Let's go to have a meal first."

...

The discomfort in Singh's smile expanded.

Wang Xiaoming really wanted to bite off his tongue. He just wanted to say 'that such words cannot be said', why did it become 'this thing' in his mouth? The word "difference" is wrong.

The group of three returned to the villa for dinner.

It's still meat, but this time it's chicken.

Singer ate three plates in a row.

When Louis was in the fourth set, he couldn't help but say: "Sir Singer, this kind of suicide method is not clever because it is slow and uncomfortable."

Bar crossed his legs and said leisurely: "Do you expect him to understand?"

Singer continued to eat calmly.

Louis looked at him in surprise, "As a blood clan, you are really brave." The blood clan has a strong sense of hierarchy, not to mention that he is facing an elder of a clan.

What Wang Xiaoming is most afraid of hearing the word "Exception" now, and he hurriedly said: "Is he from the Mikawi clan? It's normal to be crazy occasionally."

Bar: "…"

Louis bowed and left.

After eating the fourth plate of chicken, Singer finally wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "If Mr. Edward wants to rest, I can leave at any time."

Barr glanced at him, saying nothing.

Singer smiled slightly, slowly relaxed his body, leaned against the back of the sofa, took out a black cigar box from his pocket, pulled out a cigar and put it in his hand, but did not rush to light it.

Wang Xiaoming looked around and said without saying anything: "The blood clan has no TV, so it's quite boring." If there is a TV, even if the atmosphere is awkward and stiff, at least it can still cover it up with a little sound. It's much better than when you look at me and I see you now.

Bar, Singh: "…"

"I wonder if you want to eat fruit?" Wang Xiaoming said, "Why would I go to the kitchen and have a look?"

Before he could get up, Louis came out with a plate of fruits. He placed the plate in front of Barr and Wang Xiaoming, "Singer doesn't like things that are the same."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the whole apple and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you cut it into pieces?" So you can't tell it's the same.

Louis said: "Because in this way, maybe Lord Singer would consider eating." He packed the plate and left.

Wang Xiaoming: "..." In this villa, communication is a difficult subject.

Singer finally lit the cigar, "There are six large games in the playground, each of which is related to each other. The first one is called Slide Speed, you should have experienced it."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "We just stood on a wooden cart and rushed straight through the wall."

"If the speed required to win the victory is speed, then the speed required to pass the slide is reaction and endurance. The slide is 20,000 meters long and winding. The steeper the way to the back, the faster the speed." Singer slowly took a cigar, spit out the smoke ring, and smiled at Barr, "But I believe that there is absolutely no problem with Mr. Edward's IQ and strength."

Barr raised his eyebrows and said, "As long as you make the rules clear."

"Of course." Singer said, "the second level is driftwood on the water. When you step on the first piece of driftwood, a calculation question will appear on the driftwood, and there will be three driftwood with the answer written in the direction of the way. If you choose the right one, you can continue to move forward until you pass the level."

"Calculation question?" Barr frowned.

Wang Xiaoming asked Singer: "Is there a calculator sold here?"

"Yes. But when you stand on driftwood, the calculator's numbers will be misled by the magnetic field generated by driftwood." Singer smiled.

Wang Xiaoming said: "That's not bad. It can be used as an exclusion method."

The ashes on Singer's cigar fell straight down. He took a new breath and said slowly, "I didn't expect this before." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaoming more. "The third level is the maze. Before entering the maze, you will see an article. You must remember it, and then choose the door based on the words posted on this article."

Wang Xiaoming said: "What do you mean is that as long as you choose the words on the door according to the article, you can pass the pass smoothly?"

“Yes. It tests memory.”

Wang Xiaoming remembered Barr's paradise and asked seriously: "What kind of text is the article written in?"

Singer was silent and said, "The most advanced text of the blood clan."

Wang Xiaoming widened his eyes, "Is it Chinese?"

"Of course not." Singer said.

...

Oops.

How could he and Bar be the most advanced text of the Vampire?

"Can you bring a camera?" Wang Xiaoming held the last glimmer of hope.

"Many people have tried it, but it failed." Singer said with a smile, "But you can try to write it down by hand. Many blood clans succeeded by this method."

Wang Xiaoming silently wrote down: He had to bring a calculator and two sets of paper and pen. He wrote from the beginning and Barr recorded from the end.

"The fourth level is jumping." Singler paused and said, "I have to suggest you stay again. Because the span of the jump points is very large, the subtle gap may cause overall failure. The burden on humans may not be big in normal times, but at that time, there may be various unpredictable obstacles such as strong winds and bee swarms around. One more person is equivalent to an unbearable burden for you."

"It's not your business." Barr said.

Singer shrugged, "Well. Then, I wish you good luck. This is important when both calculations and memory are in trouble."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Didn't you say there are six levels? There are only four levels now."

"The fifth level is called elimination, and the sixth level is called acceptance." Singer smiled, "These two levels have nothing to do with the amusement park, so of course they have nothing to do with me."

Barr narrowed his eyes, "Will there be a blood clan going back to the previous few levels?" He remembered the surveillance he felt before.

Singer slowly pressed the cigar in the ashtray, "The blood clan is composed of thirteen clans. I can't understand the habits of each clan and the ideas and abilities of each clan, but for me, it's hard for me to understand how to turn those four levels upside down."

"Is that?" Barr tapped his fingers gently on the armrest.

Singer leaned slightly over his upper body and looked at Wang Xiaoming and said, "Where is Pripril? I'll send it to help you."

"Uh," Wang Xiaoming turned to look at Barr. Under such circumstances, it was obvious that Pripril could not be taken out openly. But explaining, how to explain... He had a sudden inspiration, "He went to take a shower."

"Take a bath?" Singer was stunned.

Wang Xiaoming nodded desperately, "Yes, yes. Do you know there is a big, big blood pool in the amusement park..." His face turned red involuntarily, and the toes of his feet were unconsciously stepping on each other, "It, it went to take a shower happily. When we came out, it had not finished washing. Well, that's it."

"Is that true?" Singer raised his lips, his unpredictable look, and he couldn't tell how much he believed Wang Xiaoming's nonsense, "So OK. Let's stop here today. I'll pick you up to the First Arena tomorrow."

"Come early." Bard said.

Singh was a little surprised.

Barr did not explain much and stood up and walked upstairs.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr's back, then looked at Singh, and stood up and said, "I'll take you out."

"You are such a good boy." Singer slowly stood up and put the cigar box in his pocket. "No need to give it, I don't want to deepen Mr. Edward's bad impression of me."

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly said, "No, he has no bad impression of you. His temper has always been like this, not targeting you."

"I understand. Perhaps in Edward's eyes, you are the only one who is his kind." Singer sighed with a smile, "It's also great. The blood clan who can find his lifelong partner is actually very happy."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Then Mr. Singer, you..."

Singh smiled and waved his hand, "Please stay. See you tomorrow."

Wang Xiaoming looked at his departure back, thought for a while, and turned around.

In the room upstairs, Barr stood in front of the window and looked out silently.

Wang Xiaoming thought he was looking at Singer, but when he approached, he realized that he was actually just staring at somewhere randomly in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" he asked softly.

Bard said: "Someone is secretly watching us."

Wang Xiaoming was shocked, "Who?"

Barr pursed his lips and said for a while: "In the blood clan world, I'm afraid only he can do it."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know who he was talking about, but he knew who was unique in the blood clan world.

The next morning, Singer came early in the morning and he didn't even have breakfast. But when he arrived at the villa, he realized that he had miscalculated because Barr and Wang Xiaoming were already standing at the door waiting for him.

"I thought I could have breakfast." Singer didn't even step down the car door and opened the door and invited them up.

Wang Xiaoming took out a hot sandwich from a large food box and handed it over, "Louis prepared it for you."

Singer took the sandwich and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have been really bad to him in the past few years."

"If you like, you can invite him back." Wang Xiaoming always felt that he and Bar would eventually return to the human world.

Singer shook his head and said, "I mean, he clearly knows that I like beef and hates onions, but he adds the two together."

Wang Xiaoming did not agree with his complaints, "Mr. Singer, it is wrong to be picky about food."

"..." Singer explained, "No blood clan likes to eat onions. It should be said that he feels uncomfortable even when he smells it."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Ah, then Louis is really thinking about you. In order to make you not picky about food, he is even willing to peel the onion and endure its smell to make it into breakfast."

Singh: "..." He slowly brought the sandwich into his mouth.
Chapter completed!