Chapter 158

On the second floor of the manor, instead of the disgusting flesh walls on the previous floor, there is a corridor which looks very luxurious and classical, with oil paintings of various figures hanging on both sides.

The only strange thing was that the corridor was long and dark, and there was no light except a faint oil lamp hanging at the entrance.

"These portraits..." Zhang Ziling walked up to an oil painting and looked at the figures on the wall. It seemed that he had seen them somewhere.

All the people in the painting are pale faces, and their eyes have no pupils. When Zhang Ziling comes to the painting, his eyes will shed blood and tears, and his mouth will have a strange smile.

"I remember..." Zhang Ziling did not linger in front of these pictures, but went straight to the dark.

"Every painting represents a man Wendell killed..."

"It seems that I didn't clean them up last time."

Now the corridor is dark. Zhang Ziling can clearly see that the eyes of the oil painting figures on both sides of the wall are shining green, and with those strange smiles, the painting is more and more terrifying.

"Boring fantasy," Zhang Ziling stopped, looked at the portraits around him and murmured: "do you want me to see these tens of thousands of portraits?"

"I don't have that much time."

Zhang Ziling reached for an oil painting. Just as he was about to take down the portrait, the figure in the painting moved. His hand directly reached out of the oil painting and grasped Zhang Ziling's wrist.

"Don't take it off..." The figure in the portrait with a strange smile, said to Zhang Ziling hoarsely, holding the hand of Zhang Ziling's wrist more and more hard.

"I've seen hundreds of your paintings, and I don't need to see the ones below." Zhang Ziling stared at the portrait and said in a cold voice, "I don't like to do a boring thing all the time."

The next moment, Zhang Ziling directly took down the painting, and the characters in the painting suddenly screamed.

Not only the painting in Zhang Ziling's hand, but all the characters in the oil paintings in the corridor began to scream, and the harsh screams echoed in the corridor.

"You'll regret it..."

At this time, Zhang Ziling in the hands of the painting suddenly stopped screaming, looked at Zhang Ziling coldly and said darkly.

The next moment, the oil painting in Zhang Ziling's hands ignited, and the characters in the painting were gradually burned by the fire.

"Regret? I'm just saving time. " Zhang Ziling shook his head with a smile and threw the painting aside.

The next moment, the corridor finally became dark, and those oil painting figures with green eyes closed their eyes.

"Is it coming?" Zhang Ziling's bantering laughter rang out in the dark and silent corridor.

Zhang Ziling's palm lit a bloody flame, instantly illuminating the entire corridor.

"In terms of terror, how dare you ghosts imprisoned by a vampire dare to make a mistake in front of me?"

Around Zhang Ziling, there were countless people with empty eyes. Their faces were bloody and expressionless.

All of them opened their mouths, exposed their dense tusks, and rushed to Zhang Ziling.

Almost instantly, Zhang Ziling was engulfed by countless ghosts.

"This place doesn't belong to you, so..."

"Go away."

In the corridor, the flame of Zhang Ziling is blazing in the middle.

The bloody flame spread like a plague among tens of thousands of wandering souls.

Shrieking everywhere, the ghosts near Zhang Ziling were burned clean by the bloody flame in a moment.

Zhang Ziling stood in the sea of fire, looking at the ferocious expression of those people, the bloody fire light lit up Zhang Ziling's indifferent face.

"In this way, the ghosts in Wendell's captivity should be almost washed away."

Zhang Ziling stepped forward, trampling on countless pieces of scorched meat.

"In other words, in this manor

"Is that all that remains of Wendell's complaint?"

"I didn't expect that a count of vampires, who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, could still become a ground bound spirit after death."

"The ability of a vampire, plus the ghost state..."

"Wendell," Zhang Ziling's eyes flashed a little sarcasm, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "you can't let me too disappointed."

As the last soul was burned by the black flame, Zhang Ziling stepped out of the corridor, and his sight widened instantly!

This is a hall, surrounded by a variety of medieval style decoration, the ceiling has a huge chandelier, but the hanging is not crystal lamp, but the head!

In the large, exaggerated mouths of these heads, there was a faint but unusually bright flame that lit up the hall.

The corridor behind Zhang Ziling has disappeared, replaced by stairs, and the flesh walls on both sides of the stairs have become wooden products again.

"Sure enough, the ghosts were wiped out, and the disgusting things disappeared as well." Zhang Ziling took a look at the stairs behind him, laughed and stepped into the hall."Where is the master bedroom?" Zhang Ziling wandered leisurely through the dilapidated rooms one after another, not caring about the count Wendell who was hiding in the dark.

For Wendell, who was already in the state of being bound to the earth, although Zhang Ziling could find it with the spirit, it would take a lot of energy, which was not a very cost-effective business.

Anyway, Wendell will attack himself sooner or later, so why bother?

Now it's too late. We'd better find the information as soon as possible. We have to go to Romania.

Zhang Ziling thought, came to a dilapidated wooden door, gently pushed open.

A smell of decadent calligraphy came out of the room, which made Zhang Ziling's eyes brighten.

"It should be here. I didn't expect Wendell had a big desk in his bedroom."

Zhiya

When Zhang Ziling stepped into the room, the old wooden floor was trampled on by Zhang Ziling.

The furnishings of the room were very simple. A shabby but vaguely visible large bed, made entirely of rosewood, hung above the head of the bed was a picture of Eden with obvious claw marks.

On the opposite side of the bed, there is a huge desk, on which a lot of books are stored.

After glancing at the portrait above the head of the bed, Zhang Ziling went straight to the desk and took out a heavy book at will.

Taking away the heavy dust, Zhang Ziling opened it slowly.

A moment later, Zhang Ziling threw the book aside. For Zhang Ziling, to get all the information in a book, he just needs to scan it with the spirit.

Therefore, although there are many books here, it will not take long for Zhang Ziling to finish reading them all.

"It turns out that Wendell was promoted from the first level of blood slaves." Zhang Ziling looked at Wendell's diary, "the count of human beings is turned into a blood slave by a vampire baron. It's really sad."

"I didn't expect Wendell to suck up a small town in order to upgrade his lineage, and thus he won immortality..."

"No wonder the church did not kill him, but chose to seal him here."

Zhang Ziling closed Wendell's diary and said, "it's a pity that Wendell met me. Otherwise, Wendell would be able to fight with the vampire Duke if he really went out."

"Then the Church of the world will be in trouble."

"But..." Zhang Ziling will turn around and look at Wendell who has been standing behind him in silence. Zhang Ziling's mouth is slightly crooked: "this time, let me teach you for free Get rid of this trouble. "

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