Spirit Boss - 78. Kindred (Part 2)

Barr never thought that one day he would dress up as a kin to mix into the kin realm. Fortunately, he had been busy spinning around in heaven and hell before, and after turning into a spirit body, he wandered in the Yuanshu realm and the human realm, so most of the blood races had never seen him. Edwin also knows his identity because he has been paying attention to Winston’s relationship.

The most important thing is that his appearance and temperament are very close to the blood race, enough to be mixed…

——Of course, he himself would never admit it.

Sitting in the car, Wang Xiaoming turned his head to look at Baal, who was wearing a black tuxedo, a gentleman’s hat, and an ancient wooden cane in his hand. He said nervously, “Will we be found?” Why did he think he didn’t even think about it. Will Baal’s wings be exposed at any time? “What if I don’t act like it?”

Because of the special magnetic field of the Bloody Night Mountain, all domain abilities except the domain of the gods are invalid, and the space of Baal is also in this list, so Wang Xiaoming can only use two legs to walk in to enter the palace of gaze.

“Many blood races raise blood slaves in captivity, and McAvey is no exception. Keeping a proper panic will help the role play.” Edwin stood outside the carriage, holding a dark brown and white plaid scarf in his hand. “The temperature in the blood world is much lower than in the human world, so wear more.”

“Thank you.” Wang Xiaoming took the scarf with both hands.

Barr glanced, a little uncomfortable, but resisted not throwing it back on Edwin’s face.

“What you want.” Edwin handed him a box, with an uncontrollable smile on his mouth.

Barr took it and threw it into the space without looking.

“Then, I wish you all the best.” Edwin smiled and prepared to close the door.

Wang Xiaoming’s hand suddenly pressed against the door, “Xiang Wenjie, he…”

“I will take good care of him.” Edwin smiled humbly.

“Please.” Wang Xiaoming said sincerely.

“Relax.” Edwin finally closed the door.

It’s midnight-the time for the passage of the blood race and the human world to open.

The sky is dull.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head and looked at the castle.

The towering castle resembles an unassuming giant, darker than the night, with a stalwart and terrifying chest.

“What’s the matter?” Barr snapped his fingers, and the car with a group of bats was slowly moving.

“I always think this castle looks a bit gloomy. Edwin and Mario must be very lonely living here.” Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help moving towards him.

Barr reached out and took him into his arms.

“But now that Winston and Xiang Wenjie are here, it should be much better, right?” Wang Xiaoming thought optimistically.

Barr was noncommittal.

The fog in front is getting heavier and heavier, and it’s black, like a dark cloud.

As Wang Xiaoming saw the car slowly plunge into the deep mist, his heart also became tense, and a layer of fine sweat leaked from the palm of his hand.

“What are you afraid of?” Barr frowned. When the plane flew higher than the clouds, I never saw him so nervous.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head anxiously, his eyebrows were almost tangled into one, “I’m afraid it will hurt you.”

Barr said in a huff: “Except for Cain’s use of the blood, who else can hurt me?”

“What if it’s Cain?”

“He never left Gaze Palace,” Barr said indifferently, “and he rarely fights. He didn’t even come out to stop the second and third generations.”

“The second and third generations fight?” Wang Xiaoming showed curiosity on his face.

Baerjian diverted his attention and explained: “For the sake of …”

“But isn’t the kinship very particular about bloodlines and generations?” Today, when human beings are increasingly disregarding generations, the kinship’s insistence on generations can be regarded as becoming stronger with time.

“The third generation is a different kind. Their power is more perfect than the second generation.” Baldau, “and the number is more than four times that of the second generation.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming was very disappointed with the blood clan, and even the Jin who was swimming in Noah’s Ark was not spared.

As if seeing his loss, Barr rarely excuses the members of Noah’s Ark, “Jin started to belong to the neutral faction, and he joined the war after he was hit.”

“It’s like self-defense?” If that’s the case, he can’t be blamed.

“Since wei?” Barr was stunned.

…

The four eyes stared at each other.

For a long while.

Balkan coughed, “Probably.” Anyway, the members of Noah’s Ark are cheeky and cheekless, it doesn’t make any difference, even if it is…it’s not a big deal since we want to join the war.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly said, “Shall we check the lines again?”

“Lines?”

“It’s your and my identity.” Wang Xiaoming silently recites it in his heart, and then said, “Your name is Edward Louis McAvey. You are a sixth generation of blood. You used to be a wandering painter, and he was influenced by Edwin. Appreciation, that’s why I joined the McAvey clan.”

“…” Barr reserves the right to protest against his inexplicable identity as a wandering painter.

Wang Xiaoming said: “I am a Chinese university student who is traveling to France. My name is…Wang Xiaoming. Why don’t I need to change my name?”

Baldow: “Because they won’t go to China to track down your files.”

Wang Xiaoming still felt uneasy, “Will the blood clan use spells like curses? Just know the name of the opponent?”

“If they would, they would have unified the Nine Realms.”

“That’s good.” Wang Xiaoming felt relieved a little, then said again, “By the way, how did we meet? Is it the Arc de Triomphe or the Eiffel Tower?”

“The Arc de Triomphe.”

“Which seat?”

“… the Eiffel Tower.”

“Down or above?”

“above.”

“What floor?”

“…” Barr took a deep breath, “Let’s go down.”

“What month and date?”

“……yesterday.”

“Morning…”

“Morning!” The veins on Barr’s forehead began to jump.

“Several……”

“Five o’clock.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming said startledly, “What are we going to do to the Eiffel Tower at five o’clock in the morning?”

“Sightseeing.” Barr’s voice almost leaked from his teeth. “Otherwise, why do you think I chose you so accidentally?”

Wang Xiaoming said, “Did you say that it was Lucifer’s arrangement?”

“No matter how full Lucifer is, he won’t be able to make arrangements for the sixth generation of blood slaves to find blood slaves.”

Wang Xiaoming scratched his scalp with a dry smile, “I’m confused.”

Barr said: “You don’t have to say anything when that happens, just follow me.”

“What if someone asks me a question?” Wang Xiaoming worries a lot.

“Either he is the air, or you are the air.”

The Blood Race Realm has always been an alternative existence in the Nine Realms, because it is more weird than hell.

Now that high-tech construction is fully realized in Hell, the blood race still maintains an elegant and simple style.

The streets are driven by cars, horses, bats, and even wolves. They are not powered by motors and controlled by the steering wheel. The tallest building does not exceed five floors, or it is square, or round, absolutely not round, not to mention the strange shapes full of imagination. Architects are the industry with the least lack and prospects here. The only thing they have to do is to decide the color of the house.

In short, the kinship world looks like an old and conservative country from the outside.

——Just appearance.

Because when you step into this ancient country, all your impressions just now will be overturned.

The strong smell of blood on the street makes everyone outsiders have the urge to vomit, and even think that a thrilling murder or scuffle has just happened here. But in fact, this is just the smell of wine wafting from the bars on the street. The fresher and purer blood can attract customers, so the owner of the bar always likes to open the doors and windows of the kitchen when it is out of business, and then squat with fresh blood on a slow fire. Until the guests who could not bear the temptation rushed in.

The blood race is divided into three layers inside and outside.

The most central is the sanctuary of the blood race-Bloody Night Mountain. That is the realm that the ancients can enter at will. Even the elders need the permission of the ancients. The only exception is the Blood Night Sacrifice. At that time, there will be many selected blood race talents to get promoted there again.

The outer layer is called Undercity. Those who live here are all resident residents of the blood race world, and the outside world must be invited by the residents of the city and undergo certain checks before they can enter.

The outermost is Shisanlian Town, which is jointly operated by the thirteen clans. All trades, tourism, and kinsmen who live in the human world come back to live here. It is the most mixed and prosperous place.

When Wang Xiaoming and Baal arrived in Shisanlian Town, it was lively here.

Many restaurants hung up all kinds of raw meat, and the blood kept flowing from the raw meat, which caused the kinsmen on the street to enter the store.

Wang Xiaoming got out of the car and almost vomited out at first sight.

“Those are just animal meat.” Baldao, “Only the senior blood races over six generations can raise blood slaves to provide fresh blood for themselves, but they cannot eat them or kill them at will.”

Wang Xiaoming stroked his stomach, his feet were so soft that he almost couldn’t stand up, “I, I don’t want to be a blood clan anymore.”

“The lower the blood family, the more they like to drink blood and eat raw meat. The second generation blood family will not be affected by them at all.” Barr explained. In fact, those flesh and blood also seriously affected his appetite and vision.

Wang Xiaoming stood up slowly, holding his hand, trying not to look to the sides of the street, “Then let’s leave quickly.”

“I have to register first.” Barr curled his lips uncomfortably, “Get a pass to participate in the Blood Night Festival.”

“Is Edwin’s letter of recommendation useful?”

“If you don’t ask, just break in.” If it wasn’t for the worry that Wang Xiaoming was accidentally injured during the process, he would prefer this way of entering.

Barr suddenly lowered his head and said, “Are you ready?”

“what?”

“We’re going in.” Barr grabbed his hand.

…

Is he worried about him?

Wang Xiaoming looked up at him.

Because he was worried that he would die in old age, he was sent to the blood race world.

Because he was worried that he would be injured in the process of breaking through the barrier, he had to pretend to be a kin to mix in.

Because he was worried that he would not adapt to such an environment, he repeatedly comforted him.

…

In fact, with his reckless character, he must be very sick at the moment.

As Wang Xiaoming thought about it, his heart was filled with all kinds of sweet candies, and even the flesh and blood on both sides of the street didn’t look so hideous and terrifying.

He gently shook Barr’s hand and nodded calmly, “Hmm!”