In a corner of the ruins of the old castle illuminated by the setting sun, Fagel used his memory to find out the mechanism, opened the secret passage that had been sealed for thousands of years, and led thirteen family members in until the end of the winding secret passage. When he pushed open the thick stone door, his vision suddenly became clear.
In a dark environment where they cannot see their hands or fingers, vampires with six senses far beyond ordinary people can completely see what the huge basement is in front of them.
In the center of an open stone room as big as two basketball courts, there is a stone platform half a person high. On the platform is a stone coffin covered with thick dust.
The slightly younger vampire was attracted by the patterns carved on the walls of the stone chamber. After browsing carefully, they looked at each other and were surprised. It turned out that the ancestor was not a bug left by God in the world or was cursed by God.
The first scene depicted in the lifelike mural... Countless vampires and werewolves were fighting in a bloody battle. In the second scene, a gap suddenly opened in the sky, just in time to suck away the two strong men who flew straight into the sky and fought selflessly. The vampire werewolves on the ground lost their leader.
, raised his face in horror.
The remaining murals record that the two strong men appeared in another world and continued their endless entanglement for hundreds of years. In the end, the story ended with the werewolf being beheaded.
Cracks in time and space.
Several great scientists who have influenced or even changed the entire world have spent their entire lives researching and demonstrating, and there are many strange events to support this theory. For example, the little girl who survived the Bermuda Triangle shipwreck suddenly aged into a grandmother, and the three surviving sailors disappeared for twenty-two years but only found out.
Experience a brief storm.
Even so, the world and even the vampires in the stone chamber still dismissed the theory of space-time rifts as nonsense. At this moment, the murals completely shocked the descendants of Fagel.
"Don't be stunned, just follow me and stand around the stone platform." Fagel said and walked to the stone platform. The descendants suppressed their ups and downs and moved cautiously.
Fourteen figures surrounded the stone platform tightly.
Fagor took the lead and opened the blood vessels at his wrists with his nails, letting the bright red blood fall onto the sarcophagus lid. The other vampires did not hesitate to follow Fagor's example.
The dripping blood quickly seeped into the coffin lid.
After losing almost one-fifth of his body's blood, Fagel shouted to stop and signaled the slightly weak descendant to step back. At this time, the coffin lid, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, suddenly bounced up and fell to the ground with a loud bang and no lingering sound.
Absolutely.
A body lay flat on its back and floated out of the sarcophagus, then stood up in the air little by little.
Fagel hurriedly knelt down on one knee, and the others followed suit without thinking, extremely pious. In their minds, the ancestor was the most powerful god.
"Fagor, my child, why are you disturbing me?" The tepid voice echoed, and the ancestor of the vampire floating in the air slowly opened his eyes.
Massar.
The prototype of Cain in the Bible.
However, the fabrication is far from the truth.
Probably because he had been dormant for too long, Massar, who had absorbed a large amount of blood, still looked old, and the clothes on his body gradually turned into dust and peeled off.
At this point, Fagel had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the story of the cause and effect.
"What a waste..." Massar's cold words made Fagel, who was kneeling on one knee, turn pale in horror, lower his head, and tremble.
Fagel's descendants were equally frightened.
"It's also my fault that I failed to kill them all and left trouble in the future." Massar revealed the tolerance and wisdom of the ancestor. In the fight thousands of years ago, he killed his enemy with his own hands and was seriously injured at the same time. He has been dormant to this day. Now, for the sake of the race
continuation, it seems that we have to take action again.
Fagel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, relieved.
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After the funeral, the funeral committee made a series of arrangements in compliance with the old man's request before his death, namely: no tomb was built, no memorial ceremony was held, and the ashes were scattered into the sea.
Yang Chen was extremely impressed.
This is a kind of detached and open-minded noble character.
The world will always remember this outstanding old man.
In the days that followed, apart from teaching at the National Defense University and attending MBA classes, Yang Chen spent almost all his free time with Wu Rui, trying to find ways to ease and downplay the pain in Wu Rui's heart.
One afternoon, the two of them walked into the Summer Palace.
In winter, there were only a few visitors to the Summer Palace, Kunming Lake was also frozen, and the scenery was bleak. Wu Rui on the Seventeen-hole Bridge was moved by the scene, staring blankly at the ice.
"When I was a child, I often pestered my grandpa to come here to row boats and play in the water. Once, I accidentally fell into the water. Grandpa jumped into the lake to save me regardless of the cost. He moved faster than the guards." Wu Rui recalled the past with tears in her beautiful eyes:
"Now, grandpa is gone and will never come back."
"If grandpa knew better, your behavior would make him feel very distressed." Yang Chen comforted Wu Rui.
Wu Rui let out a sigh of relief and tried not to cry.
When Yang Chen felt distressed, Long San suddenly called and reported the situation, which forced him to say goodbye to Wu Rui immediately and rush back to his home at No. 18 Beichizi Street.
On a cold day, Zhang Liang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was pushed to his knees by three tough men in black. Half an hour ago, these guys almost poured sulfuric acid on Shen Yue, He Bing, and Jin Peipei. Thanks to Long San, who happened to come back and rescued Shen Yue, He Bing, and Jin Peipei at the gate of the hospital.
The next three women.
Long San didn't call the police, call the police...it's too cheap for this bastard.
Zhang Liang cursed Yang Chen, Shen Yue and Jin Peipei with filthy words.
"Try off one of his arms first." Long San ordered coldly, and several men in black started to attack with a ferocious smile. Unfortunately, Yang Chen pushed open the door and came in, ordering them to stop.
"Young surnamed Yang, don't pretend to be a good person. If your head falls off, it won't be more than a scar the size of a bowl. I'm not afraid of you. Come on, kill me!" When Zhang Liang saw Yang Chen approaching, his voice became more and more fierce, and things happened one after another.
, has completely defeated his reason and distorted his character.
Yang Chen stared at the ferocious-looking Zhang Liang, curled his lips in disdain, and ordered his men to let him go. The ruthless Zhang Liang was immediately at a loss.
Without saying a word, the two men in black picked up Zhang Liang and threw him out the door.
Bang... the door closed, Zhang Liang stood up tremblingly, hesitated again and again, and finally did not dare to continue to provoke and make trouble. Even a fool wants to live in safety, let alone this guy is not stupid.
"Boss..." Long San stopped talking.
Yang Chen knew that the loyal Long San was worried about endless troubles, and said calmly: "It's okay, such a waste is not worth caring about. Besides, the short-term pain is lighter than the long-term pain. Wouldn't it be more interesting to keep him and experience the bitterness and sorrow of poverty?
?”
Long San nodded thoughtfully.
At the beginning of the lanterns, Beichizi Street was deserted. In the cold wind, Zhang Liang hunched his shoulders and hugged his chest, sluggish and embarrassed, limping forward. Full of resentment and resentment, he had no place to vent, so he simply took a taxi to his old place. The family in Dongcheng District is relatively secret.
’s nightclub, exclusive use of the largest private room, and the selection of seven tall and hot girls.
Zhang Liang’s mother, who knows Zhang Liang well, said that these new batch of goodies can not only accompany him to sing, drink and sleep with him, but can also accompany him to “skate”. After skating and then playing, it will be more exciting.
Zhang Liang, who had never taken drugs, almost suggested giving it a try.
