Of course, for Armand's current state, the concept of death is meaningless, because in a secular sense, he is really completely dead, and so dead that even someone from the ashes carefully helped him pretend
alright.
"What you asked me for was a corpse commission, and I have already done it." Tan Zhao shook the mini urn in his hand to prove his words.
Armand has lived for so many years, and for the first time he feels like he shot himself in the foot, but it is undeniable that... he feels strangely calm now.
The peace of mind he had been pursuing for so long was finally fulfilled at this moment.
Armand suddenly laughed softly, and the laughter got louder and louder. The calmness of his consciousness made his whole ghost look very peaceful. Of course, this was partly due to Tan Zhao.
"How did you do that?"
Tan Zhao touched his nose, obviously too lazy to explain. After all, this needs to start with the three souls and seven souls of a person, and then explain the composition of embryonic light, refreshing spirit and ghost spirit. Perhaps he also needs to popularize the science that the soul is the yang god and the soul is the yin.
Angry, he quickly gave up just thinking about it, so he said, "Just think of it as Eastern witchcraft."
System:...I find that you really have so many merits that you can use them at will.
"The vampires have no soul."
Anyway, he started to worry about how to become a ghost. Tan Zhao took a sip of the melted ice water and then said: "I asked someone to find out that if you want to kill a vampire, you must sprinkle holy water on his heart.
Is it right?"
Armand nodded.
"I don't know how to describe it in the West, but in our East, the heart hides the spirit. To put it simply, the heart controls a person's life activities. The whole body organs of a vampire are maintained by blood, but killing a vampire does not mean letting him go dry.
Blood, obviously, the blood of the Vampires only temporarily possesses the power of 'heart', and it is the heart that truly dominates the will of the Vampires."
Tan Zhao pointed at Armand's chest and continued: "Human will is trapped in the heart, dominated by blood, and becomes an immortal alien. The church uses holy water to kill vampires, which is equivalent to killing 'consciousness'.
Only if there is a soul can there be ghosts."
After a long while, Armand finally spoke: "A very novel idea."
Tan Zhao curled his lips: "But obviously, for you, it is a fact." He drank all the water in his hand, put it on the shelf in the trunk, and then said, "Let's go, I
Send you to the afterlife."
Having escaped from being dominated by blood for thousands of years, Armand no longer had to listen to the devil's temptations day after day. He just felt refreshed. He suddenly heard the word "rebirth" and tried to understand it before he roughly guessed the meaning.
There was a moment of resistance, but soon he looked at the calm lake and jumped directly into the wishing bottle.
Tan Zhao put away the bottle, cast a layer of shading on it, and then turned around and started the car. Hey, the weather is really hot. How long has it been parked? The car is like a stove. Sure enough, on a day like this,
Playing two-player games with your little ancestor at home is real life.
One person and one ghost left the lake leisurely, but they didn't know that because the commission of a certain person's body was completed, the entire vampire family, even the werewolves and the church, were forced into a state of panic.
Just like Cyril said, the Prince of the Blood Clan is not just a powerful being to the Vampire Clan, he is the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Vampire Clan, and he is also a living sign that the Vampire Clan will remain standing.
But just now, the prince who had never appeared in the world suddenly issued a bloodline order, requiring no bloodline to harm Shen Huanying in any way, otherwise he would suffer from the reverse flow of blood.
After a period of terrible heart palpitations, Cyril only heard a huge tearing sound in the void. This sound was ancient and obsolete, but... it was not unfamiliar to him.
There used to be more than one prince in the Vampire Clan. He was a member of the fourth generation of the Vampire Clan. When he was still weak, he had witnessed the death of several princes. He would never forget the sound of that sound.
Cyril thought he would never hear such a voice again. Horror, disbelief, and loss of composure, these emotions that had never been associated with the vampire race, suddenly flooded Cyril's face.
"Boss, are you... okay?"
"Shen Huanying, you deserve to die!"
As soon as the prince died and the death knell rang, almost all vampires from all over the world ran to the east. Of course, there were also werewolves watching the show and the church causing trouble. Shen Huanying instantly became the "center of the world".
However, the person involved was very calm. He had put his mobile phone in the space a long time ago, and only took it out when he drove to the destination.
As expected, his mobile phone was bombarded in turn.
"Your death seems to have spread a bit quickly."
The card of the Blood Prince was obviously extraordinary. Tan Zhao looked at the incoming call on the screen. The moment he picked up the call, he also clicked the call button.
The next moment, Cyril's furious voice rang out: "Shen Huanying, what have you done! Will you..."
The opposite side was spraying venom like a poisonous snake. Armand, who was hiding in the wishing bottle, was so annoyed that his head hurt. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and said two words: "Shut up!"
Cyril holding the phone:??????
Tan Zhao was eating the sushi that had just been packed out of the restaurant. When he saw the BGM stop, he said with some regret: "I know you want to find me. The location on your phone is right here. I'll wait for you in an hour."
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang, just call it a day.
"Do you mind if I keep you a little longer to run some small errands?"
Armand floated out of the bottle, and Tan Zhao pushed a box of sushi over: "Try it, the signature sushi from a high-end Japanese restaurant, it tastes good."
"Of course, since you have completed the commission, you can do anything."
This is the outskirts of the suburbs. The mountains are undeveloped and the dense woods block out the sun. Two days ago, Tan Zhao set up a Yin Gathering Reincarnation Formation here. Speaking of it, the Reincarnation Formation was from the previous world. His son taught him.
He will be here to see Armand off, but of course that will have to wait until nightfall.
Cyril arrived very quickly, at least much faster than Tan Zhao imagined. Even this proud vampire no longer took the same calmness as he did the first time he saw him.
"Hey, it's coming."
Cyril still had some sense, but the nine elders of the Presbyterian Council behind him did not. The woods were dense and blocked the skylight. Tan Zhao heard the thick murderous aura in the sky, swallowed the last piece of sushi, and slowly moved from A sword was drawn out of the void.
Cyril: "Watch his sword!"
But obviously, no matter how careful he is, so what, one sword can destroy all evils. Tan Zhao is just too lazy to move. It doesn't mean that he can't move, and it doesn't mean that he can't handle it.
"Be careful, I'm coming."
Tan Zhao smiled slightly and took a walk after a full meal. The light of the thinned sword was as dazzling and destructive as the dawn. A person who plays cold weapons to the extreme can actually have such a terrifying effect.
The vampires have always thought about their talent, but at this moment, Cyril discovered... Shen Huanying really didn't hit him hard. Compared with this, the pain of beating is really light.
In less than three minutes, the nine elders of the Vampire Clan, who were so arrogant that they looked at people with their noses, were knocked to the ground one after another. I don't know what Shen Huanying did. The Vampire Clan's powerful recovery ability actually didn't work.
Terrible, powerful, and terrifying.
Tan Zhao turned around and put away his sword, smiled slightly, and showed a kind smile: "Do you still want to do it?"
Cyril finally regretted it at this moment. He should not have allowed Li Mu to test Shen Huanying's bottom line, and he should not have stood idly by when the werewolves and vampires from abroad attacked Shen Huanying. Because at this moment, he understood why the prince would Find this person.
Not because of his identity as a prophet, but because of his... strong strength.
The power pouring out of Shen Huanying at this moment made Cyril and even all the vampires feel frightened. Is this really still a human being?
Cyril suppressed the fear in his heart, shook his head and said, "Prince, is he still there?"
Just waiting for your words, Tan Zhao instantly lost his aura and returned to his harmless appearance: "Good question, seeing is believing."
He moved half of his body, his spiritual energy flashed slightly in his fingers, and Armand, who was sitting leisurely on the tree and slowly eating sushi, was exposed in front of Cyril.
Cyrillic:……
In the summer forest, there was no wind, and the leaves were all curling. Cyril just stared blankly, without even blinking his red eyes, until he felt extremely sour, and then turned his head stiffly: "Shen Huanying, What did you do?"
In the red pupils, there was no fear at all, only surprise and slowly blooming joy.
As we all know, vampires have no souls.
But just now, he saw with his own eyes that the vampire prince was dead, but Armand still existed.
Tan Zhao stretched out his hand and pushed: "Don't be so excited. After all, I am also the prophet of your vampire clan. If I don't have any skills, do you think I am a loser?"
Then if you were so high-powered and powerful from the beginning, how could they get to this point!
Cyril didn't understand Shen Huanying at all. This man was obviously powerful enough to change the world, but he was willing to be a poor student and went to work part-time as a bartender in a bar. He was so greedy for money. It was really not that he misunderstood, but this People hide themselves too well.
Even if the ancestor had written the truth in the prophecy, he could not believe it.
Cyril's mood can simply be described as "I'm so tired".
But there is still some use in living longer. At least after the huge pupil earthquake, Cyril was still able to speak with a trembling voice: "Sir, are you okay?"
This sentence really asked the thoughts of all the vampires present, and there were even werewolves and humans ambushing not far away. With Tan Zhao's perception, it was natural that he could not miss it. He just pretended not to see it.
Armand's dining etiquette was very good. He did not answer the question immediately. He waited for the food to be eaten before speaking: "Cyril, I am no longer the prince of the blood clan."
This sentence does not answer the question directly, but everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.
Armand, the blood prince, finally got mercy and got rid of the shackles that had trapped him for thousands of years.