But Situ Yanran was dumbfounded. The knife seemed unable to penetrate.
The old Duke immediately opened his mouth and bit into Situ Yanran's neck with his sharp fangs exposed.
"ah--"
............
Ning Fan and Chris had already driven to the outside of the Clayton Family Castle.
"My God, I'm going right now..."
"No, just go ahead and give me the gun."
Because the other party was a vampire, Chris specially brought a gun made of silver.
Ning Fan walked over. Even if it was not done by the Clayton family, it was inseparable from this family.
Bang bang!!
The two guards at the door were immediately killed, and signs of burning began to appear where they were gathered, gradually covering their bodies.
This sign indicates that they are also vampires.
Chris held two machine guns to clear the way. As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw a large number of vampires rushing over.
They are all blood servants, providing blood to the Creighton family.
Da da da!!!
The dense bullets were fired, and a large number of vampires fell to the ground. Ning Fan followed behind, killing the manor in his mouth.
The ground was covered with the twitching corpses of vampires, which were reduced to ashes in less than a minute.
The movement outside attracted attention inside.
"A witcher?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case. There is one person with an Oriental face."
A housekeeper tremblingly went to the basement to report the situation. Inside, they were still discussing how to deal with Ning Fan. Situ Yanran was lying on the ground breathing very weakly.
"Your Majesty the Duke, there are two people outside who are coming in, and our servants can't stop them at all."
"Does it have an oriental face?" asked the head of the Clayton family.
"right!"
This made a few people uneasy, because the old Duke sucked Situ Yanran's blood, and at the same time learned the memory, and knew that Ning Fan was Lu Yan, the Thousand-Faced God.
The old Duke's face was ugly, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. If the other party was really just a warrior from the East, there would be nothing to be afraid of.
But if it was the Thousand-Faced God himself, then they would have to weigh it carefully. The Prince Joliver who transformed them was injured by the Thousand-Faced God.
"Father, what should we do? Should we report it to Lord Jolliver?"
"Time is running out, let's leave this place quickly, let's go!"
Knowing that they were no match for Ning Fan, they immediately took the people away, taking Situ Yanran and the others with them.
Ning Fan and Chris had already reached the living room, grabbed a blood servant and asked, "Where is your master?"
"They're in the basement, basement."
boom!!!
After killing him with one shot, Ning Fan walked towards the basement, which was extremely dark and belonged to a dungeon.
As soon as I arrived, I smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Oh my god, come here and take a look." Chris said.
Ning Fan walked over and took a look. It was a stone chamber. Young girls dozens of meters away were fixed on chairs. A needle was inserted into the blood vessels of their arms, and blood was being drawn continuously.
"How disgusting!"
Ning Fan turned around and walked towards the deepest part, arriving at the basement lobby.