In the cramped confessional, on one side sat Godfather Leon, and on the other side was Jiang Xueming, who was waiting for him.
The straight-line distance between the two people was only 120 centimeters, and they were divided into two small compartments, separated by a dark cloth curtain, and communicated through a small window about 30 centimeters long and wide.
The confessional is soundproofed, and the soundproofing cotton can ensure the privacy of the penitent.
In religious rituals,
To repent to a clergyman is to express one's will to God, to reflect oneself from the heart, and to pray to God to forgive one's sins.
At this moment, Leon firmly believed in his old friend's advice to completely let go of his guard.
Talk to this little nun about her life and past,
Finally, let’s talk about the great career in the future.
He untied his tie,
Putting this token of perfume and body odor on the small windowsill, he was very confident in his masculine charm.
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If you don’t quite understand this action, or can’t understand it——
——In other words, it is like a graceful married woman untying her scarf to the window sill and placing this fragrant silk fabric in front of a stranger.
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Leon is waiting for an opportunity.
If this little nun takes the initiative to say or do something about this tie.
He can skip the long and complicated confession process and choose another path to go straight to the heart of the philanderer.
But a minute passed——
——Nothing happened.
It was as if there was no one in the clergyman's studio opposite the black curtain.
There was no change in the nun's breathing, nor in her body temperature or blood flow.
This made Leon a little angry, and a burning sense of shame welled up in his heart. He stretched out his hand again, and deliberately pushed the tie to the other end of the black curtain, letting some of its corners show.
Just like a slut lifting her skirt when courting...
Jiang Xueming: "You started to take off your tie and clothes when you entered the confession room? Are you afraid you have some serious illness..."
Hearing the reply, Leon breathed a sigh of relief - at least it was not in vain.
"Miss, I did not untie my tie to offend you, but I wanted you to understand,
At this moment, I have put aside my etiquette and want to express my true feelings to you."
Jiang Xueming: "Say."
Leon: "I am the godfather of the Red Queen Parish and I am a vampire. Forgive me for offending. Do you know about vampires?"
Jiang Xueming: "I know."
From the other party's concise and powerful response, Leon felt an inexplicable and reassuring warmth.
"That's good, then maybe you can understand, experience, and forgive me for what I'm going to say next..."
Jiang Xueming: "We can talk about anything. There's nothing we can't talk about."
The top figure in the inner circle of blood clan in London began to talk about the history of his fortune.
His expression was complicated and he was hesitant because he had never talked about these things with outsiders——
——But remembering the instructions of his old friend Winston Spencer, the godfather seemed to have turned back into a human being. He supported the small table with his hands, supported his chin, and leaned forward,
The sins of the blood clan over the past twenty years must be explained one by one.
"Let's start with my family background."
"Before going to the military academy,
My family can only be considered a middle-class person. Although we have no worries about food and clothing, we don’t have a lot of money.”
"During those few years at school, I got to know many people. Thanks to Spencer, his cleverness allowed me to squeeze into the social circle of noble children and get to know the Red Queen."
"After graduation, Spencer and I parted ways. He wanted to go to Haiphong to serve the motherland. I couldn't understand his idea - why didn't he go into politics if he was so smart and clever? If he had studied law for two more years,
With his methods, it is not a problem to get a half-pay job in the House of Representatives."
"Let's not mention the matter between me and my old friend for now - little nun, I want to confess to you."
"The first sin I committed was jealousy. I was jealous of Spencer's talent. I never understood why he could do so many things with just one mouth. During the vampire selection ceremony, I had six
Competitors—I know you can’t convince them with words, and you can’t beat them with words.”
"There are young people who are better than me, and there are also candidates for the retinue that the Red Queen looks up to - I know that I am definitely no match for these people."
"I relied on various means to frame them and destroy them from the spiritual level or the material level."
"There was a young man who was the same age as me. He spoke very nicely, so I silenced him on the eve of the selection."
Jiang Xueming interrupted: "Wait, how did you do it?"
Leon: "You can do it just by relying on neurotoxins. These poisons that specifically attack the nerve center are very powerful. With a good dose, they can temporarily render a person's brain speechless."
Jiang Xueming wrote down [Proficient in Pharmacology] in his notebook, "Go on."
Leon spoke unhurriedly.
"There was also a young man who was more handsome than me, stronger than me, and very good in bed. I took him to the basement and hired some gay men to torture him for half a month. Everything was done right."
Jiang Xueming: "Oh...oh."
Leon: "What's wrong? Is this an unforgivable sin?"
Jiang Xueming: "Nothing. How is this gentleman doing?"
Leon: "The doctor at the lunatic asylum just performed a prefrontal lobe resection on him last year, and he is currently in good condition."
Jiang Xueming: "Go on."
On the other side of the black curtain, Godfather Leon's voice deepened, and his mood sank to the bottom.
"When I won the bloody selection ceremony, I felt a very sick feeling in my heart."
"Because I hate my origin. My parents are like stingy and vulgar old-time rich people. They taught me that even if I spend an extra cent, I will feel a strong sense of guilt from the bottom of my heart."
"Even in London, my family is by no means poor - but in their wardrobes you can find work pants that were washed and turned white twelve years ago. Whenever I waste food, I will be beaten and scolded immediately."
"I don't understand, I don't understand at all. They told me how extravagant the lives of nobles are, and they want to become nobles and live a better life."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "On the other side, they send their hard-earned money to the bank, waiting for pitiful interest rates and terrible inflation to ruthlessly take away their hard-earned money."
"Like a lamb that is slaughtered at the neck, maybe you can find some self-movement from this frugal and hard-working life."
"When the old godfather chose me, the first thing I would do as a new member of the blood clan would be to go back to my hometown in Ireland and kill everyone in my family, all my poor relatives, and all my direct bloodline."
"I have been killing everyone for a long, long time. It took me almost eight months to kill all the people, men, women, old and young. The nauseating feeling finally disappeared."
"——My past has been erased by me."
Jiang Xueming: "What does it mean to barely kill them all?"
Leon grasped the key point and said: "Because during those days, many lovers came to me and said that they were pregnant with my children. I cut their throats and threw them into thermal power plants to benefit society. If what they said was true,
Then I should have one or two wandering bitches to kill."
Jiang Xueming: "Go on."
Leon breathed a long sigh of relief and survived the most unspeakable and unbearable experience.
He was very happy, and when he confided these things to others, he seemed to have a real connection with the gods.
In particular, this little girl's spiritual pressure and her cold-as-a-knife temperament fascinated him. He was convinced that as long as he could get this little nun to fall to the dark side and join the team of the vampires, she would be the absolute core of the Red Queen's diocese.
"When I was completing this ritual, I made an appointment with my old godfather to go fishing by the river. As a result, this old immortal freak, in order to celebrate my new life and let me feel the feeling of life flowing through my body, he caught a fish.
Fish, demonstrated it to me on the spot."
Jiang Xueming: "Wait a minute...what do you mean? What you said is too abstract."
Leon described it in a low voice: "It's embarrassing to say it, but the feeling is really fascinating. You can feel the burst of life and the struggle of the cold fish meat in your hand at the same time. It is about to be filled by me. It
I was shaking violently due to loss of water and oxygen, and the soft throat and sharp jagged teeth tore me apart again and again. The pain and weird pleasure almost made me completely lost in it - more powerful than any of my lovers.
Stimulate."
Jiang Xueming: "Wait a moment...please wait a moment."
Leon said finally.
"After I finished this ceremony, I completely dedicated myself to the devil, to the Red Queen. I did dirty work for her. I was her loyal dog, bridging the power and money transactions inside and outside Downing Street, using intimidation and beauty.
Use sex to deal with various ministers and parliamentarians."
"The old godfather has given me the gift of reincarnation, but from the beginning, I wanted to get rid of him. Vampires are immortal, and he won't die? How can I become the new godfather?"
"So I prepared very good fish meat for him, and carefully ran silver threads through its texture without letting it die. It was like cooking. Under the stimulation of the electrodes, it jumped alive and vigorously. When the old godfather arrived,
When the joy is at its peak, I will send him home on a crane to the west."
"This sudden power change is the result of years of hard work by Barbara and I."
"At the same time, she showed her fangs to her adoptive mother, the Red Queen. As the Red Queen's personal maid, she opened the skull of the Virgin Mary and poured in six liters of mercury - from then on, the Red Queen became a brain-dead vegetative and became us
puppet."
"I finally completed a class jump and accomplished the big things that my parents couldn't do in hundreds of years."
"Then having said that - I have shown you my vicious heart, and I have also shown you my ability and determination. Do you really want to side with Mary Stuart?"
When talking about work, Leon's tone became serious.
From the other side of the black curtain, Jiang Xueming could see the various expressions on Godfather Leon's face——
——For a moment, Leon showed the door of death. Although it was short, even though it was only a short moment, Xueming still captured that feeling.
Leon was already impatient: "Answer me! Bitch! Why don't you speak?"
Jiang Xueming walked out of the confessional room silently and opened the door on the side of Godfather Leon.
She saluted her godfather, put her hands on her skirt, and said with a smile.
"Can you recall it again, Mr. Leon? Think again about the past of fishing?"
Leon showed a slightly surprised expression, as if he had found a soulmate.
"You mean..."
At this moment——
——When the vampire leader carefully recalled the most bizarre, outrageous, and unbelievably exciting experience in his life.
His brain power skyrocketed and his concentration became distracted.
His pupils lost focus slightly, and his eyes looked away with shame and morbid love.
His fingers and knees were beating unnaturally, unprepared.
The big lock on the death door made a clear clicking sound——
——Jiang Xueming said to his friends on the radio.
"play music!"
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at the same time--
——Robert Downing refreshed himself and quickly lit the salute fireworks.
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Mr. Leon still wanted to say something, but he looked dejected when he saw the little nun embracing her and was completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy that surged in his heart.
In the last few seconds of his life, he still could not forget the moment when he killed the old godfather in the grove on the branch of the Thames River——
——That was the ceremony for him to gain supreme power. He only used a fish as a sacrifice to complete the sacrificial ceremony.
If he had a mirror, he would definitely be able to see his expression clearly, just like the old godfather spraying life force into the highly poisonous silver-lined fish meat, his face was as red as a spring breeze.
He felt the pain -
Is it the holy light on the nun's clothes that ripples on the water?
Are the holy objects in Christianity a natural deterrent to vampires?
But none of that matters anymore!
The important thing is that I, Leon Charles, have the help of my old friend Winston Spencer. Thanks to this shrewd and capable assistant, his advice will definitely lead me to the right path.
When hugging a human being, the warmth and pain are so real.
Just hear a puff——
——Like the sound of a balloon’s water bag bursting.
The sharp rifling broke through the mycelium suit of the vampire nobleman and immediately cut the skin.
Leon's eyes were blank, still immersed in the bright future, immersed in a fantasy dream.
He hugged the little nun tightly, not even bothering to care about the burning pain in his fingers and arms.
There was a horrific wound in his throat that went deep into the bone marrow——
——The shining silver knife flashed past Xueming's cuff, almost cutting off Leon's cervical vertebrae in one go, leaving only a bit of flesh hanging on the head.
The firecrackers and fireworks in the mourning hall erupted with deafening noises. Meteor had already hugged Chief Jessica's head, leading the charge and performing a clumsy Nuo opera.
Almost all the guests were attracted by the living head. Only godmother Barbara still cared about her godfather and was vaguely worried about her business partners.
She clearly saw a shameless bitch nun pushing Leon into the confessional, in such a narrow space! Such an ambiguous occasion! They were in the same room together! They wanted to do something shameless in a sacred place!
That was a blasphemous crime that Barbara could not even imagine.
Her head was spinning rapidly, wanting to join in immediately.
But just two steps outside, Barbara heard the sound of gunfire from the piercing sound of the salute, and the dense rain of bullets came from the confession room.
She was confused, surprised and happy.
What shocked me was the vicious ambush at the funeral.
Happily, there was a transfer of power after Leon's death.
She was hesitating, thinking, and trying to feel the changes in spiritual pressure in the confessional.
It only took a few seconds for her to be carried away by greed, and she immediately took out a cold weapon from under her skirt and took out a swift sword.
She never leaves this silver-plated holy sword, just to find an opportunity to kill Leon Charles in a reasonable way. In terms of her fighting skills, from the German Dussac dagger in street fights to Zorro in a life-and-death duel.
She is proficient in the swift sword and eighteen European-style slashing techniques.
If you push open the door to the confessional—
——Leon is still alive, so use this sword to send him on his way.
——If Leon is already dead, then use this sword to send that unscrupulous nun on her way!
The Red Queen and the Rosary fight at the funeral.
The godfather died violently, and the assassin was killed.
How wonderful it sounds!
Until this moment, Barbara and her two godsons roared fiercely and pointed to the main stage of the mourning hall.
"The funeral has already begun! Those are your parents who provide food and clothing for you! Go kowtow to Dr. Wang Chenggui!"
Having abandoned her godson just to cover up the truth about killing her husband and seizing power, Barbara was ecstatic and wanted to thank God for this gift.
She walked toward the confession room step by step, feeling that her godfather's spiritual pressure was getting weaker and weaker, like an old lion about to fall from its throne as the king of the herd.
Just in case, she cut open her thigh and took a lipstick from the leg bone. The firing pin and primer were her trump cards.
There is a fatal silver bullet hidden in the lipstick. This is the life-saving amulet she left behind after risking amputation of her legs.
"Nothing can stop me..."
Godmother Barbara took deep breaths again and again, as if her biological instincts as a human were still driving her, as if she still had the function of breathing, and her heart seemed to start beating again.
"there is nothing..."
It's a pity that the blind old butler is back again.
Winston Spencer stood in front of Mistress Barbara and became the last obstacle.
Barbara's eyes flickered frequently, glancing at the weird Nuo opera in the guest room. She only saw people from various families and factions screaming and cheering, as if being led to enthusiasm by the burly young man.
She is thinking——
——If others discover the changes in spiritual pressure in the confessional and the matter is exposed to everyone, I am afraid that this power transfer ceremony will not be able to continue.
She became eager and aggressive.
"Get out of the way! Spencer!"
Winston's face was full of innocence: "Madam, my best friend is confessing to the gods, you can't go there."
Barbara waved her sword to scare away the ugly butler: "Go away! I want you to go away! I'm thinking of your old relationship with your godfather! I'm thinking of you still having some use! Don't force me to kill you!"
The sword blade left a series of wounds in front of Uncle Winston's lapel, exposing his strong chest. He just walked around gently, like a nimble dancer, and stood in front of Barbara again.
"I'm afraid not, Lady Barbara. Now is not the time."
Barbara gritted her teeth, fearful of this man's nimble movements, but could not make a loud noise. She saw all the housewives of Winterfort standing up and looking over curiously.
She immediately put her sword away and discussed with Winston in a low voice.
"You uninspired fool! I can feel that the godfather is very weak!"
Winston was surprised: "Really?"
Barbara: "He's dying... This is an opportunity! Spencer! I have been sleeping with him for many years. Even when I was sleeping and dreaming about sucking blood, I thought that one day he would suddenly die suddenly. As long as you help me,
I will give you many, many benefits, even if I kneel down and hold your salami in my mouth."
Winston: "Oh! Oh! Madam! This can't be done..."
Barbara seriously flattered and begged for love: "My godfather is dead, and I am a widow, and a very rich widow..."
Winston was even more surprised: "That's what it means! Madam, come with me!"
The two of them ran outside the confession room——
——Spencer opened the door for Barbara himself.
At that moment, Barbara saw an incomprehensible scene, something she had rarely seen several times in her life.
In the small, cramped room, the originally cold and elegant little nun was half-kneeling on the ground.
Leon Charles, the evil-minded and ruthless godfather, the big man whom Lady Barbara usually relied on to live an ignoble existence, has disappeared.
Specifically, he has turned into a puddle of murky pulp and flesh on the wooden carpet.
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"Hmph..."
Barbara heard the joyous laughter and smelled the stench of rotting mold.
"Hehehehe..."
She saw the little nun's eyes were stern and terrifying, and the corners of her mouth were raised unnaturally, as if she was experiencing supreme joy while committing violence.
"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
There were scattered shrapnel in the room, as well as a tattered and dirty skeleton, all of which told Barbara a very terrifying story.
Leon Charles, Patron of the Red Queen Parish.
In this small room, which was no more than two meters tall, this woman used guns and knives to tear apart the ground into pieces of rotten flesh. She didn’t even have a chance to resist—
——Little by little, suffering the pain of being cut into pieces, the spiritual pressure slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a medical specimen.
Barbara's face turned pale with fright in an instant. Even the naturally cold white skin of a vampire could not cover it up. She almost lost all her will to fight. When her eyes met Jiang Xueming's, her body had already raised its flag.
surrender.
Although the Young and Dangerous boy can only slash people, he can only be the Young and Dangerous boy for the rest of his life.
But now Barbara can't even do such an action as cutting someone.
In the dark confessional, what she saw was not a human being, or a clergyman with a human prefix like a nun, but a pure devil from hell.
To be precise, he was a big demon who cut the vampire's body into more than two hundred unequal meat strips in one minute.
Even if it was a dead pig, it would be impossible for a skilled butcher to cut the meat into pieces.
Barbara only felt that her consciousness was fading away, and at this moment——
——Winston asked inside the door.
"Is this guy useful?"
Jiang Xueming: "Everything fell apart, the silver is too soft."
Winston kindly pushed Lady Barbara into the door, took the handguard of the swift sword, and disarmed and broke her bones in one go, just like cleaning up the garbage in the room.
Immediately afterwards, Barbara felt the hot wind blowing against her face, and she ran into Jiang Xueming's arms for the last fatal hug in her life.
Winston Spencer threw the Swift Sword to Jiang Xueming without asking anything.
He kicked the door shut, whistled, and felt a guilty conscience as he felt the rolling and entangled sounds in the confessional room.
It's a woman's scream, the sound of pulling the hair on the neck bone.
It's the blood spurting from the arteries in the neck, accompanied by the roar of bubbles when the vocal cords are torn.
Even the painful cry could not be uttered smoothly, and eventually evolved into a terrifying moan of dementia mixed with pain and basic nerve reflexes.
The last gunshot!
——It’s the gun flame that the lipstick pocket gun spits out.
The complex and terrifying sound gradually quieted down and turned into another type of reassuring, regular thumping sound.
It's like a violin playing music, like the anatomical notes produced when the clear sword spine rubs against the bones.
Teacher Sansan saw it clearly and gestured to Mr. Winston from a distance.
Winston immediately opened the door and handed a new knife inside.
Jiang Xueming didn't say a word. The fabric of Morpho's arm was hit by the gunshot, leaving only a little white mark. He took the knife and immediately continued to do the anatomy. He was afraid that these unkillable monsters would resurrect in groups, and they would have to whip the corpse repeatedly to feel at ease.
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Winston raised his hand with a cheerful face to tell Teacher Sansan not to worry.
Teacher Sansan has a keen sense of smell and a transcendent inspiration.
She looked puzzled and felt that Mr. Winston seemed to be a different person after reading the letter.
His ugly facial features are not as crowded as usual, and when he is proud, you can appreciate his elegant, natural and detached expression.
Originally, the old housekeeper still had a lot of white hair on his head, but now it is like a dead tree blooming with spring, with all the wrinkles and white hair disappearing, as if he has returned to a young man in his thirties in an instant.
Teacher Sansan just scratched his head. He couldn't understand it at all. He only knew it was a good thing and didn't think about it in detail in the end.