The first thousand one hundred and eighty-one chapters blood family secrets
Located outside Chicago, there is a remote villa area. The development was stranded for some reason, which led to the unfinished building. Naturally, those built villas cannot be sold.
The company that develops the property is called "Xingao Real Estate Group", which is the real estate company under the Morgan family.
The villa is surrounded by dense weeds of one-meter high, covering almost all buildings, somewhat similar to the wilderness city after the end of the doomsday.
At this time, in the distance, a black light shook the sky and landed above this unfinished villa area. After a moment of stopping, he immediately flew towards a villa in the center of the villa area.
The one who landed outside the villa was a middle-aged man with black wings behind his back, with slightly curly hair, a national face, and his hands hanging weakly on both sides of his body. When you look closely, you can find that the bones under the skin are showing broken marks.
The middle-aged man's eyes were red, containing endless anger. The wings that grew up behind him, without feathers gradually twisted and closed, making an extremely strange sound, all retracted into his body, and the two wounds behind him gradually closed without a trace.
"Damn Long Guoren, I will definitely kill you."
The man roared and cursed, then looked at the villa gate in front of him, and his expression became a little respectful, "Master, Morgan asks for a meeting."
In the quiet villa area, there are only some sounds of insects and wind blowing the weeds, and the atmosphere is a bit weird and scary.
The villa in front of Morgan was silent for a while, and a vicissitudes and ancient voice came, "Come in, my child."
Only then did Morgan dare to approach the villa, push open the door of the villa with one hand and strode into it.
There is no chaotic scene in the villa. You can still see many flowers, plants and plants planted in the garden in front of the villa, but they are only taken care of.
"Master." Morgan skipped across the garden and strode into the living room of the villa. A thin old man with silver hair and hunched back was facing his back.
Morgan stood respectfully in the living room, with a look of admiration and humility on his face, bent down.
I have extreme awe of the old man in my 80s and seemingly dying.
The living room is furnished with some ancient wooden homes, each of which is at the level of antiques. There is even a very ancient piano with music scores on it. It is obviously often used. As for the old man, there are several bookshelves, which are piled up with various books. Judging from the colors of the books, it is obviously a bit of vintage.
"I'm very happy that you can come to see me, my child."
The old man turned around, a face that looked like dead tree bark was filled with smiles, and a pair of large framed reading glasses hung on his nose.
"Master, Harmon...he's dead!" Morgan said, his voice trembling.
The old man didn't speak and was silent for a few seconds. These seconds were undoubtedly as long as a century for Morgan.
"Harmon is dead? What a pity... But he is also one of the few people chosen by the ancestor, and is not the most talented one." The old man said slowly, "Oh, you seem to be injured too?"
"I was injured by a Long Man. He is very strong." Morgan nodded and said with resentful eyes.
The old man put down a book in his hand, then walked to the side and reached out to press it on a bronze wall lamp. A row of bookcases made a giggle. It moved away from the right. There was a huge iron cage hidden inside. Several young men and girls were locked inside, with a look of horror on their faces.
"No matter who he is, if he dares to stop our plan to revive the blood clan, he must die." The old man said, hooking his finger at a man in the iron cage.
"puff!"
The man's eyes were frightened, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on his neck. The gurgling blood flowed out, and it actually flew up in the air, pulling out a long bloodline. The man's face showed a look of pain, but he could not make any sound, and the muscles on his face twisted violently.
When those boys and girls who were also locked in iron cages saw this scene, they all showed despair expressions and silently flowed with tears of fear.
The bloodshots flying in the air immediately flew to Morgan's arms, and then they pressed against the skin, penetrated into the injured arms, constantly repairing the injured bones.
Morgan's face was slightly enjoyable, and his arms gradually healed and perfected as before.
"Thank you, Master!"
"Okay, you have been exposed now, and the Morgan family doesn't have to go back. As for our plan, we must not be exposed. I believe that other races have begun to prepare for their return. We must speed up." The old man said solemnly.
...
A blue light shook through the sky and suddenly appeared above this area.
"Well, that guy seems to be here?"
The azure blue light stayed above the night. On the giant sword about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide, a young man with black hair and black eyes was staring at the unfinished villa area below.
In the evening, when Morgan escaped, Zhuo Bufan did not chase him, but left a divine thought on him. As long as the other party did not escape too far, he could judge the other party's position.
It is estimated that Morgan did not discover his spiritual sense at all, otherwise he would not have dared to stay in downtown Chicago.
Zhuo Bufan slowly controlled the Ice Emperor Rain Sword to fall vertically and did not rush into the villa area directly. Morgan is a Western blood clan and Qiao is both vampires. However, Qiao has been sleeping for a hundred years and has been cut off from the blood clan lineage. He does not know the current situation of the blood clan.
That's why Zhuo Bufan deliberately let Morgan go at the banquet. Otherwise, he could kill Morgan with one blow, and letting him go was to find out some information about the blood clan.
After falling down to the ground, Zhuo Bufan took the Ice Emperor Rain Sword into his body, and then walked slowly towards the inner area of the villa along a path with relatively few weeds.
The rustling sound seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night.
At this moment, in the dark shadow corner of a villa, a black guy hanging upside down, with two black eyes open, staring at a boy walking slowly among the weeds in front of him.
The black guy has a round head, two pointed ears, and a layer of fluff grows on his curled wings. Suddenly, it opened its mouth, exposed two sharp fangs, spread its wings, and flew towards a villa in the center of the villa.
Zhuo Bufan looked up and looked at it, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth.
A black bat flew into a villa and immediately landed on the shoulders of an old man.
"Morgan, you are being followed and someone is coming." The old man said calmly.
However, Morgan's face changed suddenly, "Is it the Long Country man, how could he use to track me?"
"Since he is here, we will kill him today. After all, the noble bloodline of our blood clan flows in Harmon's body. If the people who killed our blood clan dare to come to find you, hum!"
The old man sneered coldly, took off the glasses on his nose, and his face showed a bit of ferocious look, "The blood of the strong is the most delicious." (To be continued)