Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke looked up, and saw an old man standing at the intersection of the cross above, which was what he said just now.

With his voice, the prayers of the crowd below were louder and echoed throughout the hall.

The blue light of the surrounding line pattern is brighter.

The people standing under the eight-line pattern trembled, bleeding red mist on their bodies, and drifting towards the cross.

Luke laughed, with his hands under his cloak behind his back, two smoke bombs with the safety needle pulled out.

One tossed to the idol of the tree root below, and one tossed into the air.

Huh! Huh!

A strong air wave filled the hall with a strong garlic smell.

Without waiting for these people to react, he drew his hands behind his back again and raised a special crossbow when he returned.

Huh!

The eight black shadows list the shape of a fan, shooting at eight people under the symbol string.

The last crossbow flew towards the old man at the cross above.

Eight people standing under the line pattern suddenly screamed, and were hit by the crossbow in turn. The middle arrow part became as big as a balloon, and then spread quickly to the whole body.

Within ten seconds, the eight men snorted, bursting like a balloon filled with too much water, spilling blood on the ground, and then quickly turned into bright sparks, burning into ashes.

The old man at the center of the zenith cross raised his hand sharply, opened the crossbow and shot at his chest, and hissed: "No, no!"

As the eight people below exploded in place, the eight strings of symbols that had been lit up all dim, like a powerless machine.

The blood in the grooves of the lines even spilled and turned into ashes in the air.

Luke looked at the old man with interest.

When he came in, he saw the old man's face clearly. It was Sheldon Esworth, the current owner of the Esworth family.

This is very different from Luke's previous guess.

Isworth wasn't the blood race he thought he was, and Sheldon, their supreme power, was a vampire.

This is not the point.

The point is that more than half of the eight people killed by him were Esworth, and after Sheldon came in, his face had changed from his first sixties to his thirty .

His small, thin body was growing taller and stronger.

But this process of restoring youth was interrupted.

As soon as the eight people below died, the light of the symbol string disappeared, and Sheldon's change stopped immediately.

Uh! Speaking of which blood **** should not be lost by himself? He muttered in his heart.

He is more vigilant about this, but he is not too afraid.

He also tortured out a lot of information about vampires. From the knowledge of these people, the blood **** is not an indescribable "god".

It is just a description of a perfect state in the vampire legend.

Vampires in this state of blood **** will no longer be afraid of sunlight, silver weapons, and concentrated garlic essence, and their speed and power will be greatly increased.

From these descriptions, it can be seen that the main role of this blood **** state is to make up for the weakness of vampires, but what is strengthened is not mentioned, only to describe its strength as comparable to the vampire ancestors.

And how powerful the ancestor of this vampire was, neither the vampire tortured by Luke nor his servants knew.

Luke didn't care much about this statement.

Even vampires have been transformed from humans, and they have human vices like vanity, such as bragging.

But due to his natural caution, he came in and interrupted the sacrifice process directly.

The blood **** doesn't matter, but the dead Sheldon is necessarily the best Sheldon.

Between electric shocks in his head, Luke pushed the crossbow in his cloak and recovered the storage space.

On the cross above, Furious Sheldon leapt down and hurled at him fiercely.

The corners of his mouth were raised under Luke's mask: How did these vampires like to vacate? This old Sheldon didn't look like he could fly!

When Sheldon flew over his head, Luke suddenly lay on one side of his body, and a large cloak covered most of his body.

Sheldon felt the blackness in front of her eyes, and then her cheeks became sore that her body posture changed from falling to sideways.

boom!

Half of Sheldon's body was inserted into a large tree root in the center of the rotunda.

Luke just used an irregular movement similar to Capola's war dance, and combined a little tricks of the legs in the Chinese skirt, covered the movement of the body with a cloak, took advantage of the legs to pinch its half circle, and the alloy lined The big feet yanked against Sheldon's face.

At the same time as Sheldon was pumped out, Luke also resumed a slightly forward leaning posture, with his foot struggling to attack him.

He grabbed the struggling Sheldon's leg outside the root of the tree, pulled it out, and smashed it to the ground.

Huh!

In a series of explosions, Luke copied the process of killing the female vampire in Slovakia, and slammed Sheldon into a smash.

Looking at the muddy Sheldon in his hand, he shook his head in his heart: this old guy is simply a weak chicken.

In addition to being more resistant to smashing, fighting skills, combat experience, and reaction speed are equivalent to none, not even the female vampire in Slovakia.

Thinking of this, he pulled out the bat dart around his waist and slashed it off Sheldon's neck.

Huh!

Sheldon's head fell off.

Luke's eyes narrowed.

I saw a thick stick of blood spurting from Sheldon's neck, but it didn't disperse, but condensed into one, connecting his skull and neck.

Almost in a blink of an eye, Sheldon's falling head was pulled back to the neck by this blood column, and there was only a scar that slightly sparked.

Sheldon screamed in pain.

Luke gripped the dart's left arm and suddenly turned into an afterimage, cutting wildly on Sheldon's body.

Huh!

A series of flesh-cut sounds sounded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sheldon's upper body showed seven or eight bloodstains, falling like a broken doll.

But the blood in his body once again condensed the blood column, re-adhering these bodies together.

Except for the louder screams, Sheldon did not die.

Looking at those wounds, as soon as the faint flickering flames disappeared, the wounds began to heal quickly, Luke thoughtfully.

These bat darts made a layer of silver on the edge of the blade, specifically for vampires.

Ordinary vampires who are cut by bat darts are likely to be dead, but facing Sheldon only slows his wound healing.

From this point, Sheldon really seems to have some characteristics of the blood **** state, he is no longer afraid of silver weapons, and ordinary cold weapon attacks are basically invalid.

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