"Lord, master?"
The housekeeper also looked confused, with one head and two heads.
I don't understand what is going on right now.
Where did that door come from?
Why was Van Dijk suddenly sucked into it?
Looking at one of my own people who was in a stalemate with official investigators, I didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
I am worried that if it is not handled well, both parties will be offended.
The brain is working rapidly, thinking of solutions...
On the other side, everyone, including Van Dijk, was forcibly transported to the underworld.
"Damn! What's going on?" Van Dijk got up from the ground, put his hand on his forehead, and shook his head, trying to regain consciousness.
After focusing his vision, he took a look at the surrounding environment. It turned out to be a mass grave, with large and small graves standing in disorder.
Only a few ink marks remain on the wooden sign inserted in the soil. After countless years of wind and rain, it is no longer possible to tell the names of the people buried in the grave.
"What is this place? How come I am here?" Van Dijk wondered.
He suspected that he was dreaming and was affected by the skills of the investigators just now.
Stretching out ten fingers individually, the fingertips as black as ink stretched out, like a sharp knife.
Van Dijk was cruel and stabbed his nails into his shoulders, penetrating.
After penetrating the shoulder, blood dripped down the tips of the nails.
He tried to use this method of self-mutilation to regain consciousness and forcefully break free from the hallucination.
However, things did not develop as he expected, and the scene in front of him remained unchanged.
The pain in my shoulder became more and more clear, and it hurt my heart.
Fortunately, after Van Dijk pulled out the nail, the flesh and blood completed the healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not even a scar was left.
As the ancestor with thousands of vampire followers, his current self-healing ability is no longer comparable to when he first fished out the [Vampire] skill.
Not to mention a bloody hole poked by a fingernail, even if it is shot into a sieve by a machine gun, all the bullets can be discharged immediately and the body can recover as before.
This is where Van Dijk's arrogance lies!
When he was still in a strange environment and couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.
A system panel suddenly popped up in front of me;
[You have been selected to participate in the "Underworld Ghost World" copy because your villain value is too high! 】
[In the underworld, you will not be subject to any restrictions. The only thing you need to consider is how to survive! 】
[In each scene, you have the opportunity to participate in random tasks and obtain rewards to help you survive better! 】
…
"The underworld of ghosts?"
"What is the value of a villain?"
Van Dijk yelled and became furious, venting his dissatisfaction.
The system ignored it and after briefly explaining the situation, the window disappeared.
Only a little noise was left, the breeze blowing in his ears.
When Van Dijk wanted to continue cursing the system, there was suddenly the sound of a wooden sign falling to the ground and hitting rocks behind him.
In this environment, it is difficult not to arouse Van Dijk's vigilance.
He turned around quickly and saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
An arm broke out of the ground, raised high and very straight.
Soon, another arm came out.
His movements were stiff, unable to bend freely, and his elbows were always in a tight state.
He grabbed the ground with both hands, exerted force suddenly, and with a bang, a lot of dust flew up, and his whole body jumped out of the ground.
"Cough cough cough!" Van Dijk accidentally inhaled the dust flying toward him, pinched his throat, and coughed twice.
After calming down, he raised his hand and waved it in front of him.
The expression on his face was alert and a little curious.
Before the smoke and dust dissipated and the picture could be seen clearly, the outline of a tall figure quickly became clear.
The next second, a man leapt out of it with long strides and raised his arms.
Wearing clothes that Van Dijk had never seen before, it was not like modern people's clothes. His face was dry, skinny, and livid.
The eyes also glow green!
Like him, he has sharp fangs.
"Vampire?" Van Dijk was unsure.
But one thing he knew very well, this guy was definitely not a kind person and should not be underestimated!
He saw the other party continuing to jump towards him three or four meters away.
Van Dijk turned into a ball of blood mist, avoiding the attack and moving around behind him.
Likewise, his hands thrust straight forward, all ten claws growing out, aiming at his heart.
I thought this move could easily pierce the opponent and leave ten penetrating blood holes in his heart.
The moment the nail came into contact with the back, it bent quickly, without any feedback when it hit the flesh.
It's as if it collides with iron, no, it should be said to be synthetic metal, and the hardness is off the charts!
"this?!"
Although Van Dijk didn't feel much pain, he was shocked inside.
Immediately, the monster crawling out of the cemetery suddenly turned around and slammed its arms on Van Dijk's shoulders.
Van Dijk showed a grinning expression, jumped into the air with his feet, and flew out.
The pain of broken bones in your shoulders should not be too obvious.
The whole person flew more than ten meters away because of the weirdo's blow.
Fortunately, thanks to the strong self-healing power, as soon as he got up, the spiderweb-like cracks on the bones quickly bonded and were erased.
"This guy not only has copper skin and iron bones, he is also incredibly strong." Van Dijk gave up on head-on confrontation and resorted to Thirty-Six Stratagems as the best option.
When he turned around, he saw countless hands reaching out one after another underground.
The exact same pictures and scenes were played out in front of my eyes.
Weird people emerged from the ground one after another, and the number exceeded ten, more than twenty, more than thirty... and still increasing!
If Van Dijk takes the time to learn more about Daxia's movies, TV shows, or various books, he will know that the so-called weirdos he calls actually have a name: zombies!
There was a stalemate on his side.
On the other hand, Chen Ming was currently in a quiet and deep street.
The buildings are all in ancient style, with blue tiles and red walls, and are not high-rise buildings in modern cities.
Looking up at the sky, black clouds were pressing down, and a huge blood moon hung high in the sky.
It is so close at the same time, giving people a sense of déjà vu that it will fall down at any time.
Looking left and right, there was not a single sound or a single figure in sight. It was eerily quiet, but the lights were bright.
Red lanterns were hung high, and the candlelight shone through the red paper and reflected on the street. Instead of making people feel at ease, it actually made the atmosphere more scary.
Chen Ming turned around and faced the two-story building in front of him, which was a bit more luxurious than the surrounding buildings.
He looked up and looked at the signboard, which read "Shuiyue Inn".
Chen Ming walked up the steps and raised his hand to push open the closed door of the store to find out.
A squeak!
The two doors slowly opened.
