I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 507

The old man was dug out, but not by Tangyuan, but by Shirley herself.

After the glutinous rice balls transformed, the big dog's paw was too big, so it was not suitable for the delicate work of poaching people. On the contrary, Shirley in human form was very convenient.

After the old man was dug out, he was lightly patted on the head by the glutinous rice balls and woke up immediately.

"You, who are you?" The old man's first reaction after waking up was to be dumbfounded.

Then he saw that there was nothing behind Kermon.

"Where are those bloody people? Where did they go!" the old man yelled in amazement, which was inconceivable.

But soon, he realized that the man in front of him was the scariest person.

The blood family's food was missing, and it might have been eaten by the man in front of him, or he might have been rescued, but these were not important, what was important was that he was powerless to resist.

How the big dog flew over, he didn't know.

With the force of the big dog's slap, ordinary people would have been beaten into meatloaf long ago. He barely resisted, but his strong body also fell into a half-disabled state.

Although he is not a pure vampire, he is still a person who has been taken care of by vampires. How can his physique be defeated by ordinary species.

At this moment, the old man knew that his life was hopeless, and he could only rely on another alien space that was about to share his life with the bar.

That space will be the real Moonlight Tavern, a place where blood races gather.

There are some powerful blood clansmen who can open mountains with bare hands.

Presumably the man in front of him couldn't resist the palm of the blood king.

"How many people have you harmed in this bar?"

At this time, Kemen asked a question, and the first question was like a sharp knife, piercing the opponent's heart.

His slightly squinted eyes concealed a cold killing intent, and the invisible coercion was like a dragon hovering over Kemeng's head, watching him silently.

The old man trembled all over, he couldn't tell what it felt like, it was the first time that he was overwhelmed by the so-called "momentum" of human beings.

The old man's lips trembled: "No, I don't remember, it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of people."

Kemen let out an oh, with a slight tone of voice.

The Dragon Slaying Knife was hidden in the storage item, and a ray of coercion overflowed through the gap to suppress the opponent.

This ray of mental coercion usually does not appear on its own initiative.

Normally, Kemeng had already adapted to the coercion of the Dragon Slaying Saber, and through communication with the treasured sword, he deliberately let the Dragon Slaying Saber restrain its coercion.

Only when intimidating the enemy, Kemeng used that aura to suppress them.

It has to be said that this lift is very useful, and the old man who is in a bad state of mind has nothing to say, and all his brains come out.

This Moonlight Bar has been open for decades. At first it was not a place where the blood clans gathered, but in the next few years, a part of the bar space became more, and later it was known by a blood clansman, who took control of the hidden space of the Moonlight Bar, and then Hiding that layer of space, he usually solicits customers outside, and continuously pulls blood clan food into the bar for the blood clan.

Every time at one o'clock in the middle of the night, the two spaces overlap each other, but not every day, it depends on the mood of the opposite party.

Another point is that the space journey has already happened, and it cannot be stopped. Later, the space here will completely overlap with the real Moonlight Bar. The blood clansmen will never let Kemeng, a shit-stirring stick, go.

Kemeng inquired about the strength of the blood patriarch again, and when he heard that he opened the mountain with one hand, Kemeng raised his eyebrows.

The patriarch's palm strength is amazing, but I don't know if it's true.

The old man is old, he is a tool man of the blood clan, the news he inquired may not be true.

On the other hand, Kemeng also learned about the life experience of the old man. It turned out that the old man had eaten some food sent by the blood patriarch in the past few decades.

The old man's body is several times stronger than that of a world-class athlete, and he looks dull on the surface, but in fact he is alive and well, and it will not be a problem to live for two hundred years.

But with such a strong body, the old man was completely terrified by Tang Yuan's face-to-face shooting into the wall, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that the patriarch of the blood clan would solve Kemeng.

These inner thoughts would not have been spoken out, but Kemeng suppressed people with force, coupled with violent glutinous rice balls beating people online, he had lingering fears, so he had to grimace and shake out what he knew.

"Is it all finished?" Kemen asked.

"It's all over, no." The old man nodded fiercely. Although he didn't feel very good, he still said it.

"Then you are useless now, let me go in!"

After Kemon finished speaking, he took out a roll of tape from the storage scarf.

With a hiss, he tore off a large roll of tape, sealed the old man's mouth, tied his hands and feet, and threw it into another storage item.

Apart from the scarf, the storage props on Kermon's body are other things from the Investigation Bureau. They can be borrowed and used at will, and there is no need for any complicated procedures to apply to the superior.

Without the old man, the bartender became much quieter.

However, the lights above the head became more and more red, and the stage surface seemed to be soaked with blood.

The blood that dripped to the ground before turned into a trickle at some point, gathered into a small piece on the performance stage, and continued to grow.

Kermon left the stage, walked off the stage, looked around, and gradually saw some vague black figures walking around the bar.

These black shadows are very illusory, high and low, elegant and handsome in shape, and what they have in common is that they are all holding a glass of wine.

Shadow Stream?

No, it's not.

Kermon called these translucent phantoms hallucinations.

Although it is an illusion, as the space overlap deepens, the illusion image becomes more and more real, and gradually has a fleshy texture.

The smell of blood in the air has also risen to a new height, as if everyone is soaked in the pool of blood, and if they take a breath of air, they can smell the smell of blood all over their noses.

Also because of the deepening of the spatial overlap, those illusory images no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, but show a surprised expression.

They were surprised that there was only one blood meal in the whole bar, and there was no new blood meal.

Could it be that today's staple food is enough for a hundred people?

The elegant vampires were surprised, but soon they noticed that there was a huge dog beside Kermon, and a non-human... female?

"Ladies and gentlemen, something seems to be going wrong tonight. Our old man Jin is missing. This young man may be from the Bureau of Investigation. Don't underestimate him. It must be difficult for him to come in alone. Role."

"I'll call the patriarch over here."

Kemon vaguely heard some vague voices. These voices were originally very low and sometimes absent, but Kemon was extremely spiritual, and since he was standing in the middle of the bar, it was hard not to hear them.

As the space overlap deepened, some blood clansmen with scarlet pupils grinned and made beast-like voices.

Those voices were the voices of hunger. Hearing these voices, Kemon inexplicably thought of the idiom that a sheep enters a tiger's mouth.