The playboy is very innocent -

Van Helsing stared at the wooden box with burning eyes. He was 100% sure that the holy water that made him want to vomit when he smelled it must be inside.

After a long time, he raised his head, and the expression on his face finally changed. He stretched out his hand to lift up his messy hair, revealing a face that was not that of a boss, and said with a smile: "Friend, since you are so generous, of course I will not I'm lying to you. I only like fair transactions, and the value of the holy water far exceeds the clues I provide. I thought maybe I could help you with something, such as...kill vampires."

Shen Mo laughed and raised his glass: "I like sincere people. If I can get your help, I really want it. Cheers!"

boom!

Shen Mo naturally knew how precious this holy water was. If it wasn't precious, how could Yiyi give it to him?

But for him, this thing is not very useful. Since Van Helsing wants it, it doesn't hurt to give it to him. Now it seems that he is still very good. He knows that he has taken advantage of it and wants to make up for it.

Although it was only a brief contact, Shen Mo decided to trust the sloppy drunkard in front of him, not because of his strong strength, but because of Shen Mo's confidence in his ability to recognize people.

This man doesn't seem to be a scheming person. Seeing how ruthless he is in dealing with vampires, I don't think there will be any conflict of interest with him.

After receiving the holy water pushed over by Shen Mo, Fan Hexin slowly opened the wooden box and saw a few drops of holy water in the transparent bottle inside, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

Holy water is a sacred object of the Holy See. Every drop is very precious. There is so much holy water in this bottle. It seems that the Chinese people in front of me have a good relationship with the Holy See.

Taking out the bottle, Van Helsing took out the knife he had used before from his arms: "I owe you a big favor."

"I don't like to be a creditor." Shen Mo shook his head: "I prefer to make friends."

Van Helsing was startled, then blinked and laughed: "We are already friends, aren't we?"

In front of Shen Mo, Fan Hexin showed the knife, then took off the cap of the bottle containing the holy water, and carefully dripped the holy water on the knife.

There was a strange rhythm in his mouth as he silently recited words that Shen Mo couldn't understand. When the holy water dripped onto the blade, the ordinary-looking knife suddenly released a ray of light and disappeared in a flash.

"What a knife!" Sensing how extraordinary this knife was, Shen Mo couldn't help but admire it.

Van Helsing did not respond. He seemed very cautious. When the first drop of holy water was completely absorbed by the knife, he dropped another drop of holy water.

Every drop of holy water falling on the blade will make the knife shine brightly. However, in this noisy bar, few people paid attention to this corner.

When the fifth drop of holy water was completely absorbed, Van Helsing finally stopped, sealed the holy water, stretched out his finger, and flicked the blade.

Buzz!

The blade seemed to tremble, releasing a crisp sound.

"This is a knife used by a saint." His face turned pale again. Fan Hexin put the knife on the table, picked up the wine bottle and took a few sips of wine. He explained to Shen Mo: "It's a pity that he was killed three hundred years ago. A powerful vampire has sealed it."

"Only holy water can unlock the seal of this sword and restore its former power."

"Even if I help you level Nalasburg, it won't be enough to offset the value of the holy water. I can sell you another piece of information. I spent half a million euros to buy this information. About a Chinese woman, you are also a Chinese Man, I guess you came here for her, right?" Van Helsing said.

Shen Mo nodded, but he didn't expect this drunkard to be very smart: "You guessed it right, I did come here for her."

"She will come here tomorrow to seize the inheritance seeds of Fort Narraz." Van Helsing said.

"Thank you." Shen Mo nodded and did not tell Fan Helsing that he knew the news.

"She's hurt," Van Helsing added.

"What?!" Shen Mo was shocked. The old witch of the mountain god was actually injured?

"I saw her with my own eyes, and she was indeed injured. Although I don't know the details, I think it must be because of the inheritance seed. She didn't know the secret of the inheritance seed, so she must have swallowed it directly. She can swallow the inheritance seed without dying. Very powerful." Fan Hexin's expression darkened, and he told Shen Mo that the blood clan's inheritance seeds contained powerful power, and even if a prince swallowed one, he would explode and die.

"I'm here to capture her alive." After Shen Mo calmed down, he looked into Van Helsing's eyes and stated his purpose.

Van Helsing once again showed a surprised expression.

And this time the surprise was even stronger than when I heard Shen Mo say that he wanted to give him the holy water.

"Capture... that powerful mysterious Chinese woman alive?!" Van Helsing's Adam's apple squirmed, and his mouth felt dry. He couldn't help but take another sip of wine: "You... I finally met someone crazier than me."

Shen Mo smiled bitterly and shrugged: "I have no choice. I know the power of that Chinese woman better than anyone else, but I have to do this because I want to save the body controlled by her."

Van Helsing's eyes lit up: "You mean, that Chinese woman is possessed by a demon?"

Shen Mo nodded: "You can say that."

"It is indeed troublesome, but the more troublesome it is, the more I can repay your favor." Van Helsing curled his lips and quickly calmed down, drinking wine indifferently, as if he didn't care at all.

In just two hours, Van Helsing drank five bottles of brandy, but his face was just a little more red, and his drunkenness was no different from when Shen Mo first met him.

After agreeing on a time and place to meet tomorrow, Van Helsing took two bottles of wine and left. Watching his figure disappear into the narrow alley, Shen Mo left with a smile on his lips, taking Yinbao and the hero with him.

Italy has many port cities, and Ancona is one of them. In the northwest of this port city, there is a mountain, and Narrasburg, the branch of the Blood Clan here, is located on the top of the mountain.

Nalasburg is an ancient castle with a history of more than 300 years. Because it is the private castle of a local big shot, it is not open to the public, so it has become a settlement of the vampire clan.

Standing on the Nala Fort, you can overlook the beautiful sea view of the Mediterranean Sea.

That mysterious Chinese woman swept through five branches of the Dark Council in just a few days. For a time, everyone in the vampire tribe in Italy was in danger. What depressed them the most was that the Chinese woman didn't sweep through a single branch. Will tell you your next goal.

At first, no one believed it, thinking that this was the Chinese woman's plan to conquer the east and attack the west. The vampire clan's arrogance also made the bosses of these branches unwilling to back down.

It wasn't until the fifth branch club also disappeared that the vampires finally faced it seriously.

There were not many powerful masters in the first four branches, but there were two counts in the fifth branch, but they were still easily solved by the Chinese woman.

Nalasburg is her sixth target, and tomorrow is the day he will arrive. As the controller of this branch, Count Barolite paced back and forth in his room with worry.

The moment he learned the news, he had already decided to leave here as soon as possible. That damn Chinese woman definitely meant what she said. Although he wanted to drain that woman's blood, his reason told him that his strength was not enough.

Far.

Solando and Tanta are both more powerful vampires than themselves. Although they are both counts, their bloodlines are purer, but they are still no match for that woman. Staying here by yourself is tantamount to waiting for death.

Not only do you have to wait for death, but you also have to give the inheritance seeds to that woman!

But the headquarters order from Naples prevented him from leaving even an inch!

"Damn it! Is there any conspiracy at the headquarters? Why do you want me to die? That woman took away the inheritance seed of the vampire family, will you be happy?!" Count Barolite overturned the table and roared angrily.

But a moment later, Count Barolite's roar suddenly stopped.

In front of him, the table he had overturned was frozen in the air.

It paused like this for a long time, and finally, it fell to the ground, with a crackle, and the table turned into pieces on the ground.

Seeing this scene, sweat broke out on Barolite's face, and he knew that a powerful being had arrived beside him.

He had already felt the aura, which was the aura of his own clan. The aura completely suppressed him, at least they were all Grand Dukes!

Although he was sweating profusely, he didn't dare to wipe it and remained motionless.

The room was so quiet for a while that you could hear your breathing clearly.

After a full two minutes, a sneer came from the window. Then the window opened automatically, and a figure appeared in the room.

"Count Barolite, are you dissatisfied with the orders from the headquarters?"

A charming voice came out, the dark room lit up again, and the true face of that figure appeared in front of Count Barolite.

The scarlet cape, luxurious crown, and evening dress-like long skirt reveal her seductive plump breasts and white arms.

This is a beautiful woman, but her aura is so powerful that people dare not look directly at her.

"Prince Bovary!" Count Barolite recognized the person's identity and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

She is here, the bloodthirsty prince of the Dark Council! A beautiful God of Death!

Falling to his knees with a plop, Count Barolite trembled all over and apologized repeatedly. The prince is the supreme being of the blood race, and has absolute power over people like him. If Prince Bovary is dissatisfied, she can kill herself at will.

Kill!

"Call me Madame Bovary." Prince Bovary's voice was cold, and he walked slowly to Count Barolite: "Dear Count, are you afraid of death?"

Count Barolite buried his head deeply, not knowing how to answer. The bloodthirsty prince was notorious among the vampires. This woman was famous for being moody. If she was unhappy with just one word, he would kill her without any hesitation.

Show mercy.

"Get up, don't worry, I can't bear to kill you, the woman will come tomorrow, you are still useful." Seeing that Barolite did not speak, Prince Bovary said calmly.

Barolite stood up tremblingly, looked at the person in front of him in awe, and said cautiously: "Thank you, madam, for forgiving me. I didn't know that the headquarters would let you come, so I misunderstood the headquarters' decision. Please don't blame me, madam.

"

"There's so much nonsense." Prince Bovary's sexy lips gently moved, and he stretched out a finger and gently touched Barolite, and Barolite flew out: "Now, this castle
Chapter completed!