As soon as Bai Yao entered, a faint breath of blood rushed to his face.
The room was empty and cold, with only the silver hexagonal coffin in the middle.
"Wow, the Duke is even more powerful than me. He even uses a silver coffin!"
Nicholas' face was full of admiration.
He was not afraid of silverware, and he did not dare to use it to make a coffin.
The Duke used a silver coffin as a bed. He was unwilling to show his courage.
Bai Yao winked and asked him to push open the coffin lid.
Nicholas squatted in front of the silver coffin and knocked carefully.
"Your Excellency, I am from the Nicholas family. I have something to ask you..."
He didn't finish his words.
There was a loud bang.
Bai Yao kicked open the coffin lid impatiently.
The coffin lid fell with a crash.
"So rough..." Nicholas was sweating, fearing that the Duke would jump up and bite her to death.
However, nothing happened as imagined.
Instead, he saw Bai Yao frozen on the spot, staring at the coffin with surprise flashing through his eyes for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Nicholas leaned over and took a look.
It didn't matter what he saw, it shocked his whole family!
Duke Dracula was indeed lying in the silver coffin, but he was not lying comfortably, but was nailed to the coffin with silver nails.
A silver nail between the eyebrows.
Two silver nails on the left and right shoulders.
A silver nail in the middle of the collarbone.
There is also a cross stuck in the heart.
The limbs were also nailed with silver nails.
Dracula couldn't move at all.
Bai Yao also didn't expect that the legendary vampire who lived for nine thousand years would end up like this.
But this guy is pretty good-looking.
He has handsome features, a pale and haggard complexion, and a body that is so thin that you can hold it in your hand.
Except for the extremely handsome face that can be seen, the exposed skin all over Dracula's body is covered with needle holes.
His body was covered in scars and the devastation was so debilitating that it made people feel frightened.
Nicholas shouted in shock: "It was Hermann who nailed the Duke here!"
Bai Yao shook his head, "No, looking at the overall traces, it's at least two thousand years old. Herman two thousand years ago didn't have such great ability."
Nicholas took a breath.
Two thousand years!
Being nailed here without being able to move for two thousand years is simply worse than death!
Although a vampire with noble blood like Duke Dracula may not be afraid of silverware, the silver nails driven into his body were obviously specially made for him!
Otherwise, why would the Duke be unable to move?
Who is it that is so heartless and cruel?
"These needle eyes..." Bai Yao suddenly realized.
It turns out that when Marquis Hermann bent down just now, he was drawing Dracula's blood.
Dracula is a vampire who has lived for a long time, and his moral character and bloodline are far superior to those of today's vampires.
His blood may enhance the vampire's power.
That's why Dracula's blood was constantly drawn, leaving so many dense needle holes on his body.
Nicholas' eyes widened, "How dare Herman! Steal the Duke's Dragon Ring and draw his blood! This shameless beast!"
"etc!"
"The Duke has been locked here, so how can he solve his blood addiction?"
Bai Yao said clearly, "The undead you see outside are his food."
"What!" Nicholas froze on the spot, shouting with shock on his face: "He has been nailed like this, and he can still crawl out and kill so many people!"
Bai Yao: "..."
A slap on the back of his head.
"Is there water in your head?"
"With you nailed like this, how about you get up and try?"
Nicholas rubbed the back of his head, and suddenly an idea came to him, and his expression changed from surprise to horror.
"Did someone capture those undead souls while they were still alive and use them to feed the Duke?"
"uh-huh."
"Oh my God..." He was stunned. "The Dragon Ring is in Herman's hands. He must have done it! I'm going to the Blood Tribe Guild to expose this matter and let him receive the punishment he deserves!"
"How could he treat the Duke like this!"
"The Duke is the pride and role model of our vampire family! He is like our god!"
How dare someone now pull the god they have revered for generations down from the altar.
The 'god' was also nailed in a silver coffin, unable to survive or die.
If the Blood Tribe Guild knew about this, they would definitely punish the Herman family severely!
Nicholas turned to leave angrily.
Sudden.
A low and cold voice came from the coffin.
"stop."
It's Dracula who wakes up.
He opened his eyes.
The purple-gold pupils were filled with cold silence.
Bai Yao's eyes lit up and he said in amazement: "What beautiful eyes!"
These eyes are much prettier than the ones inlaid on the door. I really want to pick them out and take a look.
"Who are you?"
Dracula was lying in the coffin, looking at the two of them coldly.
Nicholas rushed over with a roar, lying on the coffin and howling: "Dear Duke Dracula, is it that guy Hermann who caused you to do this?"
"I want justice for you!"
A flash of sarcasm flashed across Dracula's cold and handsome face.
"justice?"
"Oh."
His voice was cold and without any warmth, and he ordered the guests to be kicked out, "Get out."
Bai Yao flashed and sat down on the coffin, looking at him with a smile.
"Do you know Kyushu?"
Dracula's face was still cold and expressionless, "Get out."
The voice was hoarse, as if it was forced out of the chest.
He roared and his body moved slightly.
The silver nails burned his flesh and blood.
Dracula frowned slightly, trying his best to endure the pain of both body and soul burning.
It was so difficult to endure it that my body couldn't help but tremble.
With a tremor, the silver nails touched the flesh and blood again, burning even more fiercely.
"Ancestor, why don't we go back first? The Duke doesn't look well. Can we come back in two days?"
Nicholas couldn't bear to read any more.
Bai Yao boldly put his little hand into the coffin.
Under Dracula's death gaze, pinch his cheek.
Her hands were colder than his body.
"Presumptuous." Dracula was angry.
Bai Yao pinched him, turning him into a pout.
"Tell me, you know where Kyushu is, right?"
Dracula roared in anger, "Kyushu has been destroyed long ago!"
"I'm not talking about the Kyushu nine thousand years ago, but the Kyushu now." Bai Yao pinched his cheek playfully.
It's cool and smooth on the skin, and it feels really good.
"I don't know." Dracula closed his eyes, intending to ignore her and silently endure the severe pain caused by the silver nails.
But the strange thing is.
My body, which had been in severe pain just now, felt a cool breath.
The pain was instantly soothed.
Dracula opened his eyes in shock and saw her beautiful white hands slowly releasing spiritual power.
It is the spiritual power that is repairing the burn wounds.
He was even more shocked.
How could spiritual power repair his wounds?
Even if you want to repair him, you have to use black magic.