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In the end, there were no guards in the cell, only a North Caucasian middle-aged man reading. Seeing me and Lao Hei, he frowned and said, "They came again, it's so annoying.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't even speak. What was' again '? This is my first time coming to this crappy place since Pangu's World Creation Master Monkey. If I don't die this time, I won't come next time even if I am beaten to death. Lao Hei said, "Stop with the fucking bullsh * t. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and scram. "There's a servant girl at the back who didn't leave any survivors. It won't be so easy to talk to her when she arrives."

Hearing that, the middle-aged man actually showed an interesting expression and said: "Female vampire? "Interesting, it's been so many years, let me think." He really did look at the stone on the top of the cell, thinking about something.

"Five, only five," he said, as if recalling something from his memory, pointing to the skeleton rack, neatly arranged like a library shelf.

Listening to his words, I took a closer look at that shelf and realized that the skulls on it were all vampire's. The symbol was that all of the fangs were unusually long, roughly 2.5 to 3 times the length of a human.

Looking at the skulls of so many vampires, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Back when I was still far away in the underground oasis, I was fortunate enough to witness the astonishing combat power and speed of vampires. If I'm not wrong, these people are all sent by vampires to steal the emerald Buddha Head, and their combat power is only stronger than those that I've seen. At the very least, they would have died, and all 500 of them died at the hands of this person? Exclamation marks, question marks, all came to mind. But I know. If I don't get the Buddha Head, Manager Qian can still hold on for a dozen more days, but for me, today is the end of my life.

In the few minutes that Lao Hei and the middle-aged man had been talking, Sanmei and Manager Qian had taken care of the last few werewolves. The two of them were also severely injured, so even though Sanmei was slightly injured, the Manager Qian's steel-like body was actually still forcibly scratched to the point that its bones could be seen.

"Where is the Buddha Head?" Sanmei did not waste any words, she glanced at the cell and directly asked the middle aged man.

"Here …" The middle-aged man reached out his hand and twisted some switch under the table, then sank down into the stone wall in front of the cell door, revealing the countless werewolves and vampires chasing after them — — Emerald Buddha Head.

The Buddha Head, about thirty centimeters tall, was placed on a wooden cylinder about a man's height. It was placed in the cave like a museum piece of art. Around them were 32 Night Pearls, up, down, and around, each with 8 pearls. It reflected and gave off a soft deep green glow, like a merciful Buddha looking at the world in the red dust with pitying eyes.

The entire Buddha Head was aqua green, even greener than the most tender grass in spring. The liquid inside seemed to be flowing in a slow manner. The quality was very uniform and without any impurities. Furthermore, it was extremely crystal clear. It could be said that even without the healing ability, the emerald Buddha Head in front of him would definitely be a rare work of art.

It is said that green is the color of life. I think it makes a lot of sense. Even a dying person like me, who had my stomach ripped open, had the thought of living after seeing this emerald green Buddha Head.

After seeing the Buddha Head, without saying a word, Sanmei raised her hand and shot out the last three arrows of the Heaven Punishing Crossbow, one after the other. Along the way, there were no less than 25 wolf souls under the Heaven Punishing Crossbow. None of them could survive after being shot by an arrow. Moreover, the person in front of him hadn't even transformed into a wolf head, so his speed couldn't possibly be fast.

However, once again, my understanding of the werewolf speed concept was broken. A shadow flashed in the cell, and all three arrows missed. Two of them were nailed to the mahogany chair he had been sitting on, and one of them hit the stone wall.

The four of us looked at each other and saw surprise and fear in each other's eyes. Manager Qian scolded his mother and threw the two grenades at the middle-aged man's location. However, since the grenades were still in the air, he quickly caught them and threw them back at the middle-aged man.

The hand grenade 'bang', 'bang', landed behind us, Lao Hei and Sanmei both stretched out a hand, pulling me along as they jumped into the cell. Manager Qian was the last to use his already injured and sturdy body to block a few flying bullets.

With that, I felt the wound in my abdomen rip open again. Warm blood first dampened my abdomen, then flowed down my body to my legs and dripped onto the dark floor of the cell.

"You three are humans? "What's the commotion around here?" He could tell from our skill that we weren't vampires.

"hobbies, you don't care." One hand pressed on the wound in his abdomen to prevent his intestines from flowing out. He pulled out the military knife with his right hand and gritted his teeth, thinking, "Even if I can't stab you to death today, I'll kill you."

But it's possible that the way I clenched my teeth wasn't frightening enough, or perhaps it's not even scarier than the vampires who came here to snatch Buddha Head s. Their teeth are long, so they should be more imposing when biting it. The middle-aged man who seemed to be of the Northern Caucasian race ignored me and asked the Heaven Punishing Crossbow in Sanmei's hands, "You are from the Bai Ze Clan? That's not right, the three humans and one vampire, the only vampire is holding Bai Ze's equipment, which act are you four singing? " he asked, three parts teasing and seven parts surprised.

If he was facing an enemy, Sanmei's words would be pitiful. She liked to communicate using her blade. She pulled out her twin sabers like lightning and used them to clash with the middle-aged man while running.

The middle aged man's body swayed, and in the midst of the dense blade light, he moved around with ease. Sanmei clenched her pearl teeth, and her two blades became a ball of snow. The middle-aged man could no longer move freely and retreated a few steps. He took a deep breath, and with a furious roar, his skull exploded, his muscles bulging, and with a speed that was much faster than the other werewolves, he turned into the human form of the wolf head.

Seeing that he had turned into a werewolf, everyone knew that Sanmei was in trouble. I immediately signaled Lao Hei and the Manager Qian to stop caring about me and go help out. Who knew that when the two of them got close to the werewolf and Sanmei in combat, they heard the werewolf yell. Before I could even see his movements, Lao Hei, Manager Qian, and Sanmei were all simultaneously sent flying. They crashed into three stone walls in three different directions and heavily crashed back onto the ground.

Judging from the position and angle, Manager Qian and Lao Hei had been sent flying by his right hand, and Manager Qian had withstood the majority of the impact, but Lao Hei had only been hit by his remaining strength. As a result, the injuries sustained by Manager Qian were more severe, and Lao Hei was basically unharmed after rolling on the ground.

Sanmei received his left palm alone, and was sent flying, crashing onto the stone wall at the top of the cell, and then smashing straight to the ground. I jumped up and caught her with both hands, risking my intestines. Even though he managed to dissipate a portion of the force from her fall, she was still able to knock me, who was already unable to stand steadily, over the edge of the fall. Sanmei also didn't land on the ground as easily as she used to. She was shocked senseless by the werewolf's huge palm.

What do you mean by "one strength is enough to defeat all"? What do you mean by "one speed is unbreakable"? Looking at the moves of this werewolf, I realized that speed and strength can perfectly combine and transform each other. I knew in my heart that this werewolf could kill four of us in one move, and no one could stop his swift and thunderous attack.

As I fell to the ground while carrying the unconscious Sanmei, I saw Manager Qian spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. The impact was likely to have injured his internal organs, not to mention his limp right arm, visible to the naked eye.

That werewolf captive from before did not lie to us, we really cannot take away the Buddha Head, we can't even touch it. The werewolf in front of him who had transformed into his human form was an insurmountable moat. Looking at the long shelf filled with hundreds of skulls, I thought to myself, "Damn it, I can't even afford a single room when I'm alive, and I still have to squeeze in with others when I die. I wonder how many spoils of war we are in."

Lao Hei supported himself up, and before he could stand up straight, he scolded: "Fuck you, even if Master Hei dies today, I will bite a piece of your flesh off."

"Young people have a personality, I like it. "Not to mention biting off a piece of flesh, even if you bite off my hair, even if you are powerful …" He was still calm. I suddenly felt that the arrogance in that calmness was the highest realm of arrogance. If he can survive, I suggest for Sanmei to also develop in this direction.

As I thought of this, I wanted to lift her and look at her injury, but my hand touched her backpack. Most of the food had already been eaten, and only a few medicines were left. But I found something familiar — — Ghost Slash God.

When we came here, Sanmei had told me that Ghost Slash could not damage the werewolves, it could only harm the energy bodies. However, as one of her father's works, she still carried the old musket and the five lead gunpowder cartridges with her. She didn't have any chance to use them along the way. I had only one hand left to move, and I thought that even if the werewolf wasn't paying attention, it would be good to hit him and vent my hatred.

Thinking about this, I took out the Ghost Slash and the gunpowder and lead bullets that were wrapped in damp proof paper. Gunpowder and lead bullets were rolled in a paper cylinder, separated by layers of thick paper. This method was adopted during the American Civil War and can increase the loading speed.

Breathing like a feverish patient, I bit open the paper. Normally, for me, or for anyone else, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for me, who now had only one hand to move, half my body soaked in blood and shivering in pain.

Gritting my teeth, I bit onto the Ghost Slash God and struggled to raise the spear upright. He poured the powder into his hand and poured a small portion into my mouth. I crushed it with a stick and dropped the lead cartridge inside. He opened his mouth and spat out gunpowder. He cursed in his heart, "What is so much gunpowder? Laozi is Chinese. I don't even know how much of it I have eaten: cyan amine, toxic milk powder, poisonous rice, Sudan red, plasticizer, and so on." "If even this little bit of gunpowder wasn't enough to make me lose my stomach, then grabbing a poisonous snake to bite me might just cause my death."

When I was done, I raised my gun, my vision blurring. I aimed at the werewolf and pulled the trigger.

With a "dong" sound, Lao Hei's voice was heard.

If you look carefully at my gun, you will see that it was shot too crooked. Compared to Lao Hei, I don't know if I was talking nonsense on TV or my skill was too low, but how do I remember people who were about to die must have hit something.