The young man chuckled softly at this moment, and the laughter drifted with the mountain wind and came into the old man's ears, "Head of Toyotomi, what do you think of these blood clans?"
The old man was about to speak, but he started coughing desperately. He seemed to have almost coughed out his lungs. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief. After a long time, he let out a burst of laughter, "Very good, not bad, it's really... a very powerful creature. The dark energy flowing out of their bodies is simply a gift from the demon god. Tokugawa, where did you know these interesting friends? Well, there is no doubt that their power can help us."
The young man smiled slightly, "One of them was injured when attacking the Fenglei Water and Firewood Camp. My ninja happened to pass by and save him. The Oda family was really a sin committed hundreds of years ago. There are still vampires coming to seek revenge on them. This is really a great opportunity given to us by God."
In the room, Edward and the others' conversations were clearly transmitted to the ears of the two. The old man smiled, "I don't know if they had any grudges before. Anyway, Oda sent a group of ninjas to the UK half a year ago, but none of them came back. Eighty-mostly they were killed by the blood clan in Europe. Oda was so crazy that he took the initiative to provoke these dark creatures. Humph, but the power of these dark creatures has also deteriorated. They once almost destroyed Japan's powerful creatures. Now, the most powerful prince among them has been injured by Oda."
The young man smiled and said, "Together, killing Oda Nobunaga is not a problem. We only need them to solve Oda Nobunaga, it is best... Haha, they can die together, so we don't have to worry about it. We just need to know these things. There is no need to tell those ninjas who are loyal to us, just let them perform as much as possible, so that they can look more realistic."
The old man laughed in admiration, "Yes, otherwise these blood clans would eat us in reverse. They seemed to have great interest in the blood of the ninjas under our hands. The blood of the ninjas who died of Fenglei, Water, Fire and Wood last time, their blood was sucked dry. Oh, Tokugawa, your subordinate Koichiro seemed to have said too much, and he told the other party about the knife."
The young man gently flew a grain of dust from his clothes, "What does it matter? What do those blood clans know? They are only interested in human blood. As for the real purpose of our attack on the Oda family, they are too lazy to care about it. The head of the Toyotomi family mentioned those two knives, if this move succeeds..."
The old man interrupted his words in a deep voice, "Of course we are in charge. Your fear, my sorrow, and the soul devouring in Oda Nobua's hands and the resentment in his son's body, the four demon swords of Muramasa were collected in our hands, and then we will open them together..."
The young man interrupted the other party with some eagerness, "Is the power in the seal enough to make us two of us a... God?"
The old man nodded, "Of course, be sure, believe me, the power of Amaterasu is endless. Not to mention two people, even a hundred people can infinitely improve their power. Of course, we cannot create so many "gods" out, otherwise the world will be in chaos."
The young man looked convinced and nodded silently. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. With a gust of cold wind blowing by, the two groups of people disappeared in the darkness.
The ninjas of the Wind Demon clan obviously did a lot of homework for the vampire creatures. Edward and the others were placed in a wide, warm, comfortable and dark basement. There were even more than 200 gorgeous marble coffins and cork inner coffins, and soft mattresses. However, the Wind Demon Koichiro did not expect that so many blood clans would arrive. Those relatively low-level blood clans could only temporarily hang upside down on the ceiling. The space in the basement just accommodated them who had shrunk into bats.
The room of the three princes is an independent large space, and the coffin you sleep in is even more gorgeous, and the outside is covered with real gold.
As soon as the three entered the room, Edward waved his hand, and a blood clan energy closed the entire space, and sneered, "These Japanese are some likable guys. If they are not so ulterior motives, maybe we can really accept them and become our allies."
Gusta shrugged, "Those guys hiding outside and eavesdropping think they are hiding their breath very well, but they are still too weak. The energy cover is like a bubble. The breath they are all the same, and they are in the same group as those ninjas, but why should they hide and eavesdrop? Have they discovered our true thoughts?"
Edward grabbed a glass of red wine on the table and took a sip, and smiled gloomy, "Who knows, human beings are their nature, but do they really think we will fight the head of the family? What an idiot. At that time, we will just suck the blood of the ninjas running around the ground and enhance our strength. The head of the family asked them to deal with it. When they almost wear out the other party, we will go up again. The life energy contained in that guy's blood must be more. If they don't fight, we will run away directly when we see that the situation is not good. That black knife gives me a very bad feeling, very bad. I will never want to try it again in my life."
The three of them thought this was a good idea, and at the same time they shook their shoulders and smiled. They had been with Lin Chen for so long, and they had been infected by Lin Chen without realizing it. This set of thinking logic is exactly what their dearest friend, Lin Chen, has always been reflected.
Samont circled around the golden coffin and smiled with his lips, "Anyway, let's enjoy it now. Such a soft bed and those sweet virgin blood are not there anywhere else, at least it's much more comfortable than staying in China."
The three old ghosts jumped into the coffin with a smile, said good night to each other, and closed the lid.
After the rain, the sky was clear, and a green mountain was dazzlingly green under the sunlight. The raindrops on the trees gently hit the path between the mountains, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil.
A melodious mountain song came from a distance, but a young man who went up the mountain to collect herbs, walked over lightly along the path with a bamboo basket on his back. The young man had a dark skin, a simple and kind face, and a colorful jacket on his body, which looked like the clothes of a minority. In this world, only these mountain people living deep in the mountains still maintain a simple heart.
The boy sang a mountain song without restraint. This mountain was his paradise, and it was like his mother, nurturing him.
At this time, the boy suddenly stopped and the song stopped. Under a big tree in the distance, there was a snow-white thing lying in the grass, as if it was a person.