Chapter 2840 "Red Eyes" (13)

There is a strong fragrance in the air, but I prefer garlic garland to this smell.

This thing also cannot kill vampires, it can only drive them away. According to Van Helsing, they don't like the smell.

As a newbie, I trudged behind Van Helsing through the mist-shrouded forest, jumping from tussock to tussock, moving blindly without knowing where I was going.

Occasionally we will see a sculpture as evidence that this place was once a garden. I have always been worried about terrible things. Although I am not a person of firm belief, I am still willing to believe in things that I know but cannot prove to exist.

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There was no movement, and the moonlight could not penetrate the dense canopy. There was only silence and darkness, and even death and fate seemed to be frozen. I suggested to Van Helsing to light a lamp. Although this would let certain beings know that we are here, if we don't light a lamp, we would be the same.

Can't even see it.

"This is a stupid move," Van Helsing insisted.

At this time, I heard a dream-like song, sung by a woman.

I motioned to Van Helsing to listen carefully, and he heard it, but he suggested not to bother with it because it was probably a trap.

We continued walking forward, and a low arched door appeared in front of us, surrounded by ruins like ruins.

It seems that there was once a small chapel here, and you can also see a stone cross covered with thorns.

If we had come a few months later, the roses would have bloomed, and it would have looked beautiful. But at this time, the chapel was filled with a stale atmosphere, mixed with an indescribable stench, and a bit of dirt mixed with the filth.

the breath.

I collected some more soil, and there were a few huge rats in the corner. They were jumping around us. I thought rats would run away when they saw people.

"There are always some people who want to live forever." Van Helsing said desperately, "Treat other people's lives as grain, harvest when it is mature, sow again, and mature again."

I told him it was a good metaphor, better than my catnip theory, and Van Helsing looked tender.

"Compared with this fact, it is easier to accept being crazy."

"Careful what you say, doctor, be careful."

Van Helsing's expression turned cold again.

"Let's leave immediately, we are wasting time now."

I had no objection and continued to move forward with him.

The air gradually became humid and heavy, and visibility became even lower. This made Van Helsing feel that lighting a lamp was a bad idea, and he had to turn the oil lamp to its weakest.

The fog became heavier and heavier, and I could even see through the light beam which direction it was coming. There was the howling of some creature in the distance, and the sound of bats flapping their wings, but nothing else.

Even the sweet and seductive singing voice just now is gone.

I tried to lighten the mood, but Van Helsing was indifferent. After a while we stopped because we both heard noises, like some animals were eating.

We only took two steps in that direction, and the sound of eating disappeared, but we didn't stop.

There is a kind of dirty and miserable life that can make people feel that tight clothes, shackles and chains are a kind of mercy to him.

The first thing I saw was a pile of remains, probably belonging to a bat, half eaten, with blood everywhere.

Then we heard a groan, which sounded like agony, and flies buzzing about.

A man rushed towards me in the thick fog. His lips, teeth, and gums were all red, and his eyes were full of confusion and hellfire. He opened his mouth to me like a dog that had seen a bone, and looked obviously thin.

Like skin and bones but with great strength.

Facing this evil creature, the previous fear and gloom were gone, and I felt relaxed for some reason.

"Blood is life."

said the monster who tried to kill me, and I was so shaken by him that I scarcely knew what to do, when Van Helsing threw him to the ground.

He fell to the ground, curled up like a dog, then touched his neck with his hands, and then licked his palms.

I soon realized that he was licking my blood. The wound on my hand scratched by the glass began to bleed again after the struggle, and it soaked into the bandage that Van Helsing had bandaged for me.

I felt angry and disgusted, and Van Helsing stretched out his hands to stop me.

"He is Self's patient," Van Helsing said firmly.

I tried my best to remain calm, thinking about the flesh-eating patients Dr. Self had told me about.

Then I asked Van Helsing if he wanted to move on with him?

Van Helsing put his hand gently on the man: "Now, poor Jason, let's go home."

Jason lowered his head so low that it almost touched his chest, and Van Helsing held his hand and led him in the direction we came from.

We did not walk up the cliff, but returned to the pass along the road. Others were very happy when they saw that we found someone, even though it was not a missing child, and gave us food and water, but the first thing I wanted was to bandage the wound.

I'm afraid I will never forget that scene. I began to understand Van Helsing's feelings - the feeling of being treated as food.

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"Why haven't you eaten?" Pomona asked as he walked up to Barnaby.

"I ate," said Barnaby coldly.

"That's all?" Pomona asked, eating just one sandwich.

"I'm not hungry," Barnaby said at a distance.

Pomona sat down next to him "I heard you're going to be in action tonight?"

Barnaby said nothing.

This is not difficult to understand, because last night Cole said that Barnaby was a coward, so this "hero" came here to act as a hero in order to prove that he was not a coward.

"Come with me," Pomona said, leading Barnaby to the river. "Have you seen that piece of wood? Bring it up."

Barnaby walked over like a Muggle, but instead of picking up the piece of driftwood, it transformed into a swamp dig.

The moment it quickly stuck out its tongue and attacked Barnaby, Pomona used a levitating spell on its tongue, and then used "Fly All Away" to rip off its tongue, and the swamp dig fell into it.

disappeared among the water plants.

"Isn't that taught in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Pomona asked.

"Professor Carter taught us how to protect ourselves with armor," said Barnaby.

"What you have to do later is to collect 100 swamp digger tongues." Pomona said, "When you have collected them all, you will join the mission."

"Do you think I'm joking?" said Barnaby.

"Another mission from Paul?" Pomona asked.

"No." He said after a moment of silence.

"What's going on?" Pomona asked.

Barnaby said nothing.

"There are still a few hours until the sun sets. I am you and I will start now." Pomona said to Barnaby, and then turned to leave.

"What's his purpose in torturing people like this?" Barnaby yelled. "If he wants me to quit school, I can quit right away."

"That's not his purpose," Pomona said. "He wants to twist your soul from light to darkness."

Barnaby was shocked.

"He makes you slowly feel that you have no choice but to do what he says."

"What should I do?" Barnaby asked.

"Starting from now." Pomona pointed to the tongues on the ground. "100 tongues. Once you collect them all, you can join us."

Then she left Barnaby behind and returned to base camp.
Chapter completed!