After entering the plot world, no one knows what will happen in the future.
Lu Li was no exception.
What's more, two months ago, he was just an ordinary person who had just entered school. No matter how fast he was, it was impossible to be perfect in every aspect.
In addition, the mysterious principal did not provide a script or set any rules, so everything had to be figured out by oneself.
For example, if your words and deeds are consistent with your personality -
In the previous world, there was an unwritten rule: officers could not abandon soldiers and escape alone, otherwise their performance points would be deducted.
What about this world?
[Good and lawful camp: do good according to your own standards, regardless of the rules, and have your own standards for good and evil]
Since when can we start to act in accordance with this standard? Can we act as soon as we enter the game, or must we wait until the human social order completely collapses?
These doubts caused Lu Li to be hesitant when doing things, and he even became a little dazed.
"Brother, there are disadvantages to being too smart. You always like to think about things too complicated."
Duke chewed gum and drove, speaking like a worried old father: "Now that we know that thing called Blood Ancestor is the culprit, wouldn't we be done with it if we kill it?"
“There’s not much point in going around and around.”
For this guy, problems that can be solved by force are not problems at all. He can just push them all the way without any trouble.
And Lu Li suddenly felt that it made sense.
In fact, they have always been in a rhythm set in advance by the mastermind behind the scenes, and the Blood Ancestor is always one step ahead.
If you want to break the situation, you might as well flip the table.
In other words.
I won’t play puzzle games with you anymore!
You play your tricks, I don't care about anything, gather my teammates and fight all the way.
Of course, the premise is that the executor has the ability to push everything.
Thinking of this, Lu Li turned to look at the old man. Although he lived a long life and was in good spirits, he had not yet broken away from the human category, and his physical fitness was not even as good as that of a young man in his twenties or thirties.
How to hunt demons with these alone?
Perhaps sensing that Lu Li was sizing him up, Abraham leaned on his sword crutch and whispered, "Before contacting me, you should have done some research, right?"
"No one would be able to live to this age after being tortured in the concentration camp, having his fingers pinched off by the Blood Ancestor, and losing one family member after another."
The old man turned his head, looked at the night view of New York, and spoke nonchalantly.
"And I am ninety-four years old this year, and I can still carry a sword and a crutch to hunt the soul-returning corpses."
"It happened because I took those bugs."
As soon as he finished speaking, the car that had been driving steadily forward suddenly shifted.
Duke was shaken, and his hand on the steering wheel was a little unsteady. He remembered that Lu Li once told him that as long as a bloodthirsty nematode enters the body, it will be transformed into a soul-returning corpse. The whole process cannot be reversed.
Could it be that this old man is a high-level soul-returning corpse?
Finally, under the scrutiny of the two people, Abraham continued: "This kind of bug cannot be eaten directly. It needs to be refined into white blood through a special method, and then filtered and absorbed through the eyes.
“This is used to curb aging and disease and restore the body to its peak.”
White blood?
Lu Li was thoughtful.
This can explain what happened that night. It seems that the blood ancestor used white blood on the driver.
After all, an ordinary soul-returning corpse has this kind of thing inside it. As their master, the Blood Ancestor must have better tonics in his body.
That's right, it's a tonic.
In just a few minutes, you can save a dying person and make him recover as before. This effect is incredible!
Subconsciously, Duke thought of fairy beans, a magical food in "Dragon Ball".
However, it can only repair limbs and restore the user's physical strength and energy, but it cannot cure diseases. White blood seems to be different...
Thinking of this, Duke licked his lips. He didn't like to exchange blood for anything——
In order to strengthen his body and break the limits of the human body, he ignored warnings and injected more than a dozen injections of drugs to stimulate cell activity, almost dying on the spot.
Therefore, for Duke, white blood is really attractive.
"Old man, does that thing have any side effects?" He couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, Abraham nodded and replied in a deep voice: "After being dropped into the eyes, it will cause severe stinging, accompanied by fever, palpitations and other symptoms."
"So, how about getting through it?"
"Ten years ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer, which had metastasized to the bones. But now, as you can see, I am still living well."
The old man shrugged.
Sometimes, alliances formed by interests will become stronger.
He didn't know where Lu Li and Duke came from or why they wanted to get close to him, but they did have murderous intentions towards the Blood Ancestor.
"Are you planning to go to the headquarters of the Stone Heart Group? Please take me with you then." Abraham paused, then added: "In exchange, I can provide a white blood refining formula and operate and use it myself."
Revenge is greater than anything else.
The old man will live for revenge for the rest of his life. Even if it doesn't work, he will kill the blood ancestor's loyal servant Aihorst——
It was the German officer and executioner who guarded the concentration camp, and he was guilty of many crimes.
Now, the counterattack is about to begin.
Therefore, it is imperative to use white blood and adjust the body's condition.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Li nodded in agreement. He had no reason to stop the old man in front of him. Perhaps, for Abraham, an ordinary death was the most painful thing.
Half past ten in the evening.
Knickerbocker Antiques Pawn Shop.
A white Volkswagen stopped slowly.
At the same time, two black figures pounced on them. They had not yet been completely transformed. Their tongues were short and could barely branch out, but their desire to attack was very strong, and they kept slapping the front window of the car.
Seeing this, Lu Li held the nail gun in one hand, opened the car door, and walked out first.
The soul-returning corpse in this state was a little dazed. It opened its big mouth that could reach the ears, stretched out its tongue covered with mucus and blood, and came around from the side.
It seems to be a threat, but it has a hint of forcefulness on the outside.
Seeing this, Lu Li did not hesitate, raised the nail gun and pulled the trigger.
Two silver nails about one finger long penetrated their brains instantly, and wisps of white smoke rose up.
The returning corpses fell down one after another.
Seeing Lu Li's crisp movements, Abraham felt a hint of envy in his heart. He walked toward the antique house with his sword and crutch: "Hurry in and leave after I've absorbed the white blood."
Not long after, the three entered the underground secret room.
Similar to Lu Li earlier, Duke was also stunned.
This is indeed the first time I have seen such a dignified demon hunter. Silverware is hung on two walls, and raw materials are packed in large baskets.
"See if there are any handy weapons and just take them."
At this time, Abraham walked to the corner of the secret room and picked up a dusty wooden box.
