Spirit Boss - 77. Kindred (medium)

Xiang Wenjie’s current situation is a bit chaotic. It was originally the sixteenth generation, but it suddenly became the sixth generation. Although the blood is fused, the power is mutually exclusive.

Wang Xiaoming used half-baked English to make gestures for a long time. After finally asking the waiter to open the door, he found that Xiang Wenjie was half exposed under the bed and half of his body was tucked under the bed, shaking constantly.

The waiter asked in unfluent English: “Is he okay? Do you need a doctor?”

When Wang Xiaoming said NO, he drove him outside the door, and then closed the door heavily to cut off his curious visit.

As if hearing the movement, Xiang Wenjie slowly rolled out from under the bed.

“Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?” Wang Xiaoming asked half-squatting. Of course, he uses Chinese.

There was a weird gurgling noise in his throat, then he raised his head.

Wang Xiaoming retreated to the corner in amazement.

Xiang Wenjie’s entire face seemed to be painted with flour, whitewashed, only a pair of eyes were red like rabbits, and they were faintly glowing. The two fangs are half against the lower lip, and the whiteness of the forest is in sharp contrast with the bright red.

Wang Xiaoming’s hand quietly knocked on the wall, and whispered: “Baal…” He was indeed thinking about becoming a vampire. That’s right, but he was only thinking about it. He didn’t say that he would become a vampire immediately.

He watched Xiang Wenjie’s hand supporting the bed and slowly stood up, his heart suddenly raised his voice.

At this kind of moment, he should call for help loudly, right?

Wang Xiaoming’s legs trembled nervously.

However, if you scream too loudly for help, you will definitely be heard by people outside. If you let others see Xiang Wenjie as he is now, either he will be killed on the spot or he will be taken back for research. How would he explain to Xiang Wenxun when he went back?

But… why is he getting closer and closer?

“Help!” Wang Xiaoming yelled. At this time, it is still important to save your life, and you can think about things later!

Barr appeared between the two like the wind, then slowly raised his hand and patted Xiang Wenjie’s forehead.

“Oh!” Xiang Wenjie squatted down in pain.

Wang Xiaoming grabbed Barr’s hem, “How is he?”

“It’s just right to eat now.” Barr sneered at Xiang Wenjie.

Xiang Wenjie shivered abruptly, “I, I’m just a tooth, I can’t take it back… I want to ask, how can I take it back?” Especially the two teeth are still very sharp, so he has to be careful when speaking, so as not to One accidentally cut his lips. He still doesn’t know whether these two teeth have poison glands. If they do, wouldn’t he be the first vampire to be poisoned by his own teeth?

Wang Xiaoming pointed at his teeth, “Can’t you take them back? Then how did you get them out?”

Xiang Wenjie said with a bitter face: “I don’t know, that’s it for half of my sleep, and…” He made that weird sound again, “It’s also very inconvenient to swallow saliva now.”

…

So the weird sound he just heard was actually he was gulping?

Wang Xiaoming pulled Barr’s sleeve, “Can you teach him?”

“Do you think I’m like a blood clan?” Barr glanced at him.

“Or,” Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, “you try to tell him how to take off his wings? Maybe the blood family’s teeth are similar to the fallen angel’s wings?”

Barr disdainfully said: “Just rely on the low-level creatures like the blood family?”

Wang Xiaoming: “…” He seemed to be suggesting that he diverted to be the lower creature in his mouth just now.

Xiang Wenjie suddenly scratched his face vigorously, scratching his originally snow-white face red.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wang Xiaoming asked.

“Itchy, itchy.” Xiang Wenjie had the urge to tear his entire face off his face.

“If you grab it again, your face will break.” Wang Xiaoming wanted to stop, but didn’t dare to step forward. Finally, he had to shake Barr’s arm and said, “Shall we go to Edwin?”

Barr casually threw Xiang Wenjie into the space, “Go.”

When Wang Xiaoming got in the car, he remembered that Barr’s walk was different from ordinary people’s walk.

Wang Xiaoming’s back was pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and the entire bus was completely deviated from the original route like hormones, and flew toward the outside of the city.

The other passengers on the bus were dumbfounded. Two bolder young men rushed to the driver’s seat to question the driver.

The driver climbed out of the driver’s seat with soft legs…

The bus is still moving.

The bus stopped screaming, and everyone was in extreme panic.

“Baal…” Wang Xiaoming withdrew halfway into his arms, “Shall we go?” Maybe he and the other passengers have different languages, but their emotions are the same. Seeing them nearly collapsed in fear, he didn’t feel good. In particular, even though all this did not arise from him, it cannot be separated from him.

Barr squinted his eyes, “Go? Do you want them to get off the cart?”

“what?”

“This is too slow.” Barr vetoed it. After the experience of Mario and Winston pulling the car, he felt that the car should still be used to drive it.

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

After a long hour and a half, the crazy bus finally stopped.

But instead of relaxing, the passengers’ nerves tightened even more. Because in front of them, there is a tall and majestic castle.

There are always many associations in such a place, and at such a moment, these associations have absolutely nothing to do with romance.

The screams, like sharp arrows, shot out from the bus, spreading far and wide.

Before Wang Xiaoming and Barr got up, the passengers disappeared into sight like a low tide, leaving only the front and rear doors open, and the cold wind was blowing.

“Uh, here it is.” After a while, Wang Xiaoming uttered such a sentence.

Barr got up and pulled him out of the car.

The gate of the castle slowly opened to both sides.

Mario stood in the door respectfully, as if waiting there early in the morning, “Welcome to Lord Barr and Mr. Wang Xiaoming.”

Barr walked up to him, his eyes narrowed slightly, “Do you know we will be back?” Does this mean that they know there is a problem with Xiang Wenjie?

Before Mario had time to answer, Edwin walked slowly down the stairs, the same face, but it made people feel completely different. Even Wang Xiaoming can see the charming amorous feelings displayed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Edwin walked to the lobby, glanced at the bus outside, smiled and said, “You are so polite, you also bring gifts as a guest.”

Wang Xiaoming followed and looked at the bus, and said with a sweaty smile: “It should be.”

Barr grabbed Xiang Wenjie from the space and threw it directly in front of him.

Edwin changed his hand and swept him onto the sofa next to him.

“Fix him.” Barr said coldly.

Edwin looked at the dizzy Xiang Wenjie, smiled and said: “There are very few experiments that will be successful all at once.”

Obviously it was a very kind smile, but there was an indescribable chill in Wang Xiaoming’s eyes, “So is there any remedy?”

“Continue to experiment.” Edwin throws out the answer unscrupulously.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr.

Baldao: “It’s hard to die for the blood.”

…

Is this a guarantee?

Wang Xiaoming looked at Xiang Wenjie hesitantly.

Edwin said: “Don’t worry, the members of McAvey won’t be unable to overcome such a small barrier.”

Xiang Wenjie looked up from the sofa, “Are you talking about me?”

“Of course.” Although this question is idiotic, Edwin still gave enough patience in front of Barr and Wang Xiaoming.

Xiang Wenjie cried and said, “May I not join in?” He didn’t know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the blood in his body seemed to be constantly producing chemical reactions in his body. The biggest reaction was to remind him that he was watching this. Young people who are very kind and noble are actually very dangerous.

Edwin said: “Although the blood race is an immortal race, it does not mean that it will not die.”

Xiang Wenjie’s face paled.

Wang Xiaoming thought he was suggesting that the experiment was dangerous, and worried: “Is it dangerous? How high is the success rate of the experiment?”

“One hundred percent. I promise.” Edwin said.

…

Wang Xiaoming was confused by his two statements before and after.

Xiang Wenjie said, “I want to see my brother first.”

Edwin said: “After you recover physically, you can go anytime you want, but for now, you’d better stay here. lest I have to entertain more guests.”

Baldao: “He has a tendency to bite?”

Edwin said: “Failed products always have many flaws.”

The’failed product’ hung his head silently and retracted into the sofa.

Baldow: “Anyway, you do it.”

Edwin expressed considerable tolerance for his arrogant attitude, “Please rest assured.”

“One more thing.” Baldao, “I want to participate in the Blood Night Festival.”

Edwin was slightly surprised, “May I ask why?”

“No,” Barr said coldly.

Edwin said neither overbearing nor overbearing: “Then I can only wish you a smooth journey.”

Barr’s face suddenly fell cold.

The corners of Edwin’s mouth rose slightly, but the persistence in his eyes was half-hearted, “Blood Night Sacrifice is the most grand ceremony and festival of the blood race. This time is not suitable for outsiders to join.”

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback by their arrogant aura, and said roundly: “We actually did it for…”

“I’m not interested in kinship.” Barr cut off his words. It’s not a big deal whether or not to talk about the reasons, but he doesn’t like the feeling of being controlled by others. What’s more, the one in front of me is only the fifth generation of the little blood family.

Edwin raised his eyebrows.

Baldao: “I just want to find Cain.”

Edwin groaned: “With Lord Barr’s strength, it is definitely not a problem to rush into the Bloody Night Mountain Gazing Palace. Unless…” He looked at Wang Xiaoming. Unless you bring a human who has no ability to protect yourself.

Barr snorted, but didn’t deny it.

Easily took a human to find Cain in the blood race world, and there is no need to ask Edwin to have guessed it, “In this case, of course I am willing to help. Anyway, McAvey has a lot of places to participate in the Blood Night Festival every year.”

Barr’s expression immediately eased when he saw him working so cooperatively.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly looked at the direction of the stairs, and curiously said: “Where is Winston? Didn’t he stay yesterday to help you celebrate your birthday?”

Edwin smiled: “He was so happy yesterday, so he hasn’t gotten up yet.”

…

Thinking of Mario’s words last night, Wang Xiaoming wondered: Is it really so fun?