The two sides had a boring chat for a while and then stopped.

Cheng Han was too lazy to talk to these insidious vampires anymore and continued to study the captured demons and explore the secret of their birth.

The purple-blooded nobleman's expression was uncertain, but he had scruples in his heart and did not act rashly.

The area suddenly became quiet.

Only the monster cries of "whoop" and "whoop" could be heard from time to time, which was quite scary to hear in the quiet night.

After a while.

A red-blooded nobleman lowered his voice and muttered: "What is that Wanhao man doing?"

No one answered.

No one knows the answer either.

The noble man with purple blood said with an old face: "You must have done nothing good."

This guy also said "hum" and gave evidence by the way: "The Wanhao people have always been very prejudiced against our clan, and they have secretly suppressed our clan many times."

The red-blooded nobleman responded respectfully: "Your Excellency, you are welcome!"

It then asked for instructions: "Sir, what should we do now?"

The purple-blooded nobleman faintly uttered one word: "Wait."

Its next sentence was filled with murderous intent: "I judged through the 'Spirit Blood Sensing Technique' that this Wanhao man is stronger than Zi Xue, but slightly weaker than Golden Blood.

"I have just used the secret method of blood contract communication to request a powerful gold-blood noble to come for support. Wan Hao will be dead by then."

The red-blooded nobleman was a little worried: "The Wanhao people may really be reinforcements to support our clan. Will doing so..."

Although the words are not finished yet.

But everyone can hear the unfinished meaning in it.

The purple-blooded nobleman dismissed it: "Is the support thing true or false? Even if it is really support, the Wanhao people dare to insult our clan, so what if they are killed?"

It chuckled softly: "This place is close to the abyss of death, and evil monsters can be seen everywhere. This Wanhao man is alone. Who knows which evil monster he was devoured by."

The subtext of this sentence is very obvious - destroy the corpse and destroy all traces, and refuse to admit the blame.

have to say.

This guy is not only cruel, but also quite cunning.

The red-blooded nobleman was sincerely convinced: "Your Excellency has no plans left."

The other vampires all had expressions of admiration on their faces.

Only the villager who had just tipped off the news, Kongda, had a very bad premonition, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

It vaguely felt that if it followed the purple-blood noble's approach, the consequences would be very bad.

This guy doesn't know that this is actually a relatively rare talent.

Previously, a group of demons attacked the village, and this talent allowed them to escape.

But Kunda was not qualified to interrupt at all, and he had no courage to leave. He could only stay here and suffer miserably.

It suddenly felt extremely regretful. It had somehow made a mistake earlier and decided to run to the town to report the news.

well!

If Quan Dang hadn't seen Wan Haoren, wouldn't there have been such a mess?

A few more seconds passed.

The purple-blooded nobleman's bloody eyes flashed and he ordered: "Jialuo, go to the village now and see what the Wanhao people are doing."

The vampire called "Jia Luo" is also a red-blooded noble.

In its heart, it didn't want to accept this dangerous task, but it didn't dare to disobey it. It just had to bite the bullet and say, "Yes!"

"puff!"

Jialuo turned into a cloud of blood mist and quickly floated towards the village.

Kongda watched this scene, and the sense of crisis in his heart became even heavier.

It couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and driven by the desire to survive, it stepped back a little bit again.

on the other hand.

It has a bit of contempt for the purple nobles in its heart. It clearly knows that the Wanhao people are powerful and has controlled five red-blooded nobles, but it actually forced its subordinates to investigate.

Really riding a horse is nothing!

certainly.

It only dared to think about it in its mind, and even to death did not dare to say it out loud, nor did it dare to show even the slightest expression.

Kunda originally thought that Jialuo would most likely be doomed, and the Wanhao man would probably not let it go.

However.

The reality is different from what was expected.

Ten seconds later.

I saw a stream of blood mist drifting over and quickly transformed into a human form.

Jialuo is back unexpectedly.

The expression of the red-blood noble looked a little strange, and it reported: "Reporting to your Excellency, Wanhao people have dismantled the evil demon into several pieces, and it seems that they are conducting research on the evil demon."

The noble man with purple blood was taken aback and blurted out: "Are you sure?"

The guy paused and spoke in more detail: "After the evil demon is killed, won't it turn into black mist? Are you sure the evil demon has been dismembered?"

Jialuo nodded with certainty: "Sir, I can see it very clearly."

It went on to tell a detail: "The Wanhao man chopped off the evil demon's head and placed it aside. The evil demon's head was still screaming."

The words just fell.

The cry floated over faintly.

"Ouch~"

"Ouch~"

the previous time.

When the vampires heard the demon's cries, they didn't think much of it.

But now.

Everyone has a creepy feeling.

He still screams after his head is cut off, which really subverts the perception of this group of red-eyed people.

The purple-blooded nobleman frowned and thought for a while, then gave an explanation: "This Wanhao man is a bit weird. This may be some kind of secret method of the Wanhao clan."

This is nonsense.

Because saying it is the same as not saying it.

Jialuo echoed: "That should be the case."

The noble man with purple blood asked again: "Where are the other people?"

Jialuo quickly replied: "They are lying next to Wanhao people, as if they have passed out."

Kunda lowered his head, feeling more and more contemptuous and regretful.

The Wanhao people were indeed a little harsh in their words, but they did not kill their own people. However, Lord Zixue wanted to kill the other party. It was simply too shameless.

The purple-blooded nobleman's bloody eyes flashed with a stern look: "This damn Wanhao man has no good intentions, he must want to use them as hostages!"

Jia Luo did not answer immediately this time, but responded after half a second: "Your Excellency has a sharp eye!"

Five minutes have passed.

A powerful wave suddenly swept past.

A golden mist swept over quickly.

The noble man with purple blood was the first to bow and salute: "Welcome Lord Zate!"

The "Lord Zate" mentioned in this sentence is undoubtedly the gold-blooded nobleman it brought.

The other vampires quickly followed suit, not even daring to raise their heads.

The golden mist stayed nearby for a moment, then suddenly increased several times in speed, and flew toward the village like a sharp arrow.

The noble man with purple blood raised his head, with a smile on his old face: "Since Lord Zate has taken action, this Wanhao man will definitely die!"

However, Kunda had a terrible feeling that death was imminent, his heart was beating wildly, and a lot of blood and sweat oozed from his neck.

When vampires are overly excited or frightened, the glands on their necks will secrete blood-smelling sweat to relieve emotional stress.

This is one of the racial characteristics of vampires.
To be continued...