The moonlight tonight is completely different from usual, glowing with a strange red color, and the vast wilderness seems to be covered with a layer of blood under the moonlight.

In a valley a hundred miles away from Leiyun City, there are stacked mountains and winding mountain roads. A woman wearing a mask is admiring the moonlight on a hill. The bloody moonlight is reflected in her eyes, and she melodiously murmurs to herself: "Sometimes

, I really feel that this world is very wonderful, the intertwining of different time and space reincarnations, allowing me to meet the descendants a hundred years later. The smiling devil... This is the best sacrifice I can give to Him."

Behind the woman, the "dogs" wearing collars kept huffing and barking in agreement.

"Tap tap tap tap..." The sound of horse hooves echoed in the valley from far to near.

Not long after, there seemed to be a looming shadow in the darkness, and Grabo's dead soldiers jumped out of the night on horseback and stopped in front of the woman.

This dead man seemed to be no longer a stranger. The dogs did not bark vigilantly after seeing him, but just stared at him quietly.

As soon as the dead man dismounted, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing against his face. The woman came to him silently, sniffing him, with a sly smile in her eyes, like someone who was playing with the smell of blood.

beast.

The dead man said nothing and let her sniff around him.

"Did you bring a poison sac?" The woman revealed the dead man's secret.

The dead man was not surprised, he opened his mouth very cooperatively, showed her the poison sac in his mouth, and said: "If I accidentally miss it and get caught, I will bite the poison and kill myself immediately."

"Choose wisely, otherwise you are likely to end up like that once you fall into Kino's hands." The woman pointed behind the dogs, her eyes filled with smiles.

The dead man looked over subconsciously. Even if he had seen strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

It was a corpse, with almost no human form visible. All the skin had been completely peeled off, leaving only the blood holes in the eye sockets filled with cooled and solidified iron lead, and steel nails inserted into the gaps between the bones. There were also many places that were gnawed.

Bite marks.

What's even more terrifying is that judging from the bite marks on the body, it seems that they were caused by human teeth.

The dead man subconsciously looked at the woman's "dogs". They were lying on the ground quietly, staring at him without any emotion. The moonlight fell on their faces, illuminating the blood on the corners of their mouths...

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of treatment that body received during its lifetime.

If Kino were here, he would quickly be able to identify from some of the remaining features that the deceased was the elite processor he trained in his previous life - Qing.

The woman walked up to Qing's body and said in a leisurely tone: "76 hours, 24 minutes and 11 seconds. I have to say that this is a good raw material, but unfortunately, for me, he is not good enough."

Suddenly, the woman turned her head to look at the dead man. I don’t know if it was an illusion. The angle of her neck rotation seemed to exceed the physiological limit of human beings. Her eyes reflected the bloody moonlight from the dome: "Do you think his death method was artistic enough?"

The dead man's eyes were wandering, not knowing what this question meant. After a moment of silence, he decided to shake his head. This was also the answer he thought in his heart.

"Yes! Yes! It's not artistic at all!" The woman clapped her hands extremely hard, like a fanatical expert in her field of expertise, "But this is what slow processing should look like, isn't it?"

"I don't understand at all, how could later generations develop so abnormally? Artistry is actually listed as the true meaning of slow processing! Art is Beethoven's music, Van Gogh's paintings, Shakespeare's poems, it is elegance! Slow processing is a sharp knife

The sharp points, the blood flowing out of the wounds, and the broken limbs are vulgar!"

"Both elegance and vulgarity can be appreciated, but they cannot coexist. Whoever combines art with slow processing has deviated from the original principles and is a sinner of the organization."

The dead man heard this and was completely confused. He had no idea what this strange woman was talking about, and he did not dare to communicate with her. He ignored her words and directly told his origin: "The administrator asked me to bring the latest news."

intelligence."

Woman: "Say."

Dead Man: "Kino van Helsing has been captured."

Woman: "Really?"

Death Soldier: "Yes, Honglian was caught at 4:13 in the morning on the 18th."

Woman: "Really?"

Death Soldier: "Yes, he is locked up in the basement of No. 63 Feicui Lane, Beicheng District, Leiyun City. Level 1 alert means there may be Zhi Mang from the 5th sequence guarding him."

Woman: "Really?"

The dead man immediately frowned and asked just one or two questions. He asked three questions in a row. This looked like some kind of provocation, and there seemed to be a looming and mysterious color in the woman's smiling eyes.

Death Soldier: "If you have anything to say, please say it directly."

Woman: "You want to tell me that Kino was injured and escaped on the 16th in Honglian, and was successfully captured and imprisoned by you in the early morning of the 18th. The information was then successfully stolen by Grabo, and was successfully delivered by you?"

Death Soldier: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Woman: "It doesn't matter what I want to ask. I only care about one thing - whether the information you provide is accurate. If it is not accurate, the hunter may become the prey."

Death Soldier: "This is what Executive Grabo told me personally. I will tell you what he told me then. It is not up to me to judge whether the information is accurate or not. I am only responsible for conveying it."

"Well~ Excellent Death Warrior, let me give you a reward for contacting Him." The woman took out the dice from her arms and played with them, "What's your lucky number?"

Dead soldiers usually practice a lot, so they don't care about lucky numbers and don't know how to answer.

Woman: "You can just give me any number, from 0 to 9."

The dead man felt helpless and casually reported a number: "3."

Woman: "Can I trust his information? 3."

"Ta." The dice was thrown, spinning in the scarlet moonlight, as if dancing in the sea of ​​blood.

The dice hits the ground, rolls, freezes...

The die shows "1".

"He said no." The smile in the woman's eyes became deeper, and she looked at the dead soldier as if she were looking at a corpse. "It seems that you have been tricked by Kino. If I listen to your information, I will take people to the so-called

I am afraid that the 'custodial place' will be surrounded by elite members of the Guards Corps in an instant, and it will be difficult to fly."

The dead man was stunned and looked at the dice blankly: "No...what do you mean?"

"It means that you and Grabo are both worthless. Go and die now." As soon as the woman finished speaking, her right hand turned into an afterimage and passed through the dead man's throat at high speed.

"Pfft!" There was obviously no sharp weapon in the woman's hand, but the dead man's throat was cut directly. Blood spurted out, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly. He knelt down weakly on the ground, and his vision was shrouded in darkness spreading from all directions.

At the last moment of his life, in his increasingly blurred vision, the dead man only saw the woman looking down at him, like the God of Death standing in the sea of ​​blood, until the graceful high heels were lifted up and the heels were slowly stepping towards his eyes.

.

"laugh--"

The woman raised her feet gracefully, and the heels were stained with sticky blood. They dripped quietly under the scarlet moonlight and splashed blood beads on the ground.
Chapter completed!