Constantine knew this thing.

It is a very disgusting demon race, no, it should not be said to be it, it should be said to be them.

They are a race.

Insect Demon.

This thing is called the Insect Demon.

A demon made up of insects.

They are the spokespersons of famine. Even among demons, insects and demons are very disgusting. As long as there is still famine in this world, the insects and demons will not disappear.

Moreover, the insect demon is different from other orthodox demons. The insect demon can come here in real body.

So are their bodies bugs?

No, its body is famine and looks like yellow smoke.

Even Constantine didn't want to go against these bugs.

He held the remaining cigarette in his mouth with a little melancholy.

He felt that he shouldn't have worked so hard, but the problem was that he couldn't wait for his lung cancer for too long.

If he continues to drag on, lung cancer will kill him!

He will definitely go to hell by then.

Thinking of the entanglement with the Hell Demon King, Constantine was still excited!

No, no matter what, you can't go to hell!

Even if you suffer now, you will not be able to sink forever in the future.

He cheered up and began to plan.

The Grandmaster doesn't seem to be planning to provoke those demons.

Then he could only go to find Dad Midnight and some other exorcist friends.

You must never sit still and wait for death!

He is going to take the initiative.

...

Zhao Song Gymnasium.

Dracula thought that the dead Earl Taylor was actually alive.

He is now in the gym and is wearing restraint equipment.

Things belong to Blade Warriors.

Vampire, Zhao Song is reluctant to offer sacrifices. Vampire is Zhao Song's power bank.

He has great use.

Zhao Song sat in the gym and looked at the tortured Earl Taylor in front of him.

"Are you sure you won't kill him?"

Master Whistler asked.

"No, of course not, why should I kill him? He has contributed his wealth to us, and I forgive him."

Zhao Song is very real.

Even sins can be redeemed with indulgences. This family has used real money and silver. Why are they so cruel to a power bank?

The talents from Zhao Song Gymnasium have already dealt with the wealth of Earl Taylor.

They are very familiar with this kind of action.

Large amounts of wealth are turned into small amounts of wealth and sent to various bank cards.

Then take all that money back on the ATM.

It's getting bigger and smaller.

They are always familiar with these things.

Before they converted, they did this, and there were many talents in the gym.

Zhao Song is relieved to do their business.

What's more, the person involved is right in front of Zhao Song.

He probably didn't have the chance to call the police.

Now, in the backyard of the gym, Zhao Song looked at Count Taylor curiously. The Blade Warrior was still very heavy on his attacks, and Count Taylor looked very bad now.

The limbs are broken and it is difficult to speak.

But he won't die.

It's just right for experimentation.

Zhao Song was holding a needle tube in his hand, and there was blood inside.

But it is not human blood, it is pig blood.

"You said, is pig blood useful to vampires?"

He looked at the Blade Warrior with a look of knowledge.

The expression of the Blade Warrior fluctuated for the first time.

"No, I don't know."

He said.

Zhao Song expressed his doubts about his statement.

It seemed that the Blade Warrior didn't seem to be unaware of it, but he didn't want to say it, so Zhao Song didn't ask.

Who has no secret yet?

He picked up the needle.

"It always takes a try before practice can bring true knowledge."

Zhao Song didn't know who he was talking to, so he stuffed the blood into Earl Taylor's mouth like a cat feeding water and injected blood.

The Blade Warrior did not stop Zhao Song's movements, he just clenched his dagger.

He was guarding against Count Taylor suddenly rising and hurting people.

Sure enough, after getting pig blood, Earl Taylor got better. He opened his eyes and smashed his mouth, and was furious.

But before he could speak, Zhao Song grabbed him.

Suck ~

In just a few seconds, Count Taylor turned into a mummy.

His spirit was absorbed by Zhao Song.

"It seems that pig blood is indeed useful."

Zhao Song said thoughtfully. Thinking of this, he looked at the pig blood with anticoagulant, and drew another tube and injected it into the mouth of the mummy Earl Taylor.

He realized that Count Taylor, who was in a mummy state, was pretending to die.

Give him enough blood and he will wake up.

Sure enough, almost a pot of blood was poured into his mouth, and Earl Taylor opened his eyes again.

This time, before he could take action, Zhao Song grabbed him again and absorbed him into a mummy.

“Perfect loop.”

Zhao Song was very satisfied. His idea was indeed correct. The vampire absorbed pig blood, but produced energy and spirit.

For Zhao Song, vampires are a perfect converter.

Don’t they like to use people as blood banks?

It doesn’t matter, they are Zhao Song’s “blood bank” themselves!

To reign himself with his own way, Zhao Song felt that he was Murong Fu of New York, but fortunately, he had no country to be restored.

His burden is much easier.

Zhao Song put down the vampire on the ground, looked at the blade warrior and said, "When it comes to vampires, you are an expert. Can you give some suggestions on how to imprison such a vampire?"

How to imprison such a vampire?

The Blade Warrior does have a curse, and the Blade Warrior never thought that a vampire would one day be turned into a blood bank.

But it seems that he has no objection to this.

He and Master Whistler went to build the cage.
To be continued...