Chapter 246
After several people led by the Pan-Asian Chamber of Commerce left in a hurry, the music of the stage band changed from cheerful to melodious, and even the lights dimmed.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became hazy, and the previous tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace.
Liu Banxian danced on the gorgeous dance floor, as if he had drunk the most beautiful wine in the world, looking quite intoxicated and content.
"Miss Bi'er, you remind me of an ancient poem, which goes like this: Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty's makeup, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and greens."
The blond woman with blue eyes and graceful waist opposite Liu Banxian immediately laughed softly, her breath blowing on his face.
"Master Liu, I have loved the culture of ancient Kyushu since I was a child, and I have always looked forward to communicating and learning from a master like you."
Feeling the warmth in front of him, Liu Banxian's face blossomed with joy.
"Miss Bi'er, calling me Master Liu is a bit alienating. If you don't mind, you can also call me Liu Yisi in English."
"That's great, Lewis, can you please just call me Bi'er? I like it when you call me that."
The woman moved closer to Liu Banxian again.
"I also think it's great, Bi'er, but please call me Lewis."
"Okay, Lewis."
Liu Banxian's hand was held tightly by Bi'er, as if it was stained with glue.
Until Bi'er led him out of the dance floor step by step, and finally the two of them came to the balcony together, Liu Banxian still felt as if he was above the clouds, unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south.
The two finally stopped in a shadow on the balcony, closer than before.
"Lewis, oh, sorry, Lewis, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Bi'er was a head taller than Liu Banxian, so when Liu Banxian looked straight down, he could only see her snow-white neck and delicate chin.
He glanced outside hurriedly. The sky was now covered with dark clouds, and not even a single star could be seen, let alone the moon.
[Don’t worry about the stars and the moon...]
Even though he thought so in his heart, Liu Banxian still spoke in an extremely gentle tone and said slowly: "Yes, just like you."
"Hate."
Bi'er slowly moved closer, and warmth immediately surrounded Liu Banxian.
At first, he was confused and confused, but now Liu Banxian felt that he was at sea, somewhere in the South Pacific or the North Atlantic. The gentle waves and sea breeze gently lifted him up, and then put him down again in the blink of an eye.
Bi'er lowered her head and gently leaned her delicately styled head with a tortoiseshell hairpin on Liu Banxian's shoulder.
Liu Banxian suddenly felt that half of his shoulders were soft, as if ice cream was melting.
At the same time, a warm, sweet breath came from his neck.
"Bier, this is our first time meeting. Isn't it a little too early? But if you want, maybe we can discuss the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic all night long."
"Do not talk……"
"Good, good, good..."
While Liu Banxian was talking, the woman suddenly came closer again.
"Miss Bi'er, I haven't..."
Before Liu Banxian finished speaking, Bi'er's body softened and she collapsed on the ground, her eyes wide open and lifeless.
The blush on his face had not faded away, and he couldn't help but froze in place after encountering such a change.
Liu Banxian didn't react until he saw Ma Xiaoyu standing not far away.
Ma Xiaoyu was maintaining the gesture of throwing a flying knife, with one wrist fixed in front.
Liu Banxian lowered his head and glanced at Bi'er again, and then discovered that there was a silver flying knife stuck on the back of the beauty's neck.
The tip of the silver blade poked out from the front of his neck, and the handle was stuck inside.
And that beautiful face has become pale, withered, and ferocious. Two fangs are exposed in the cherry mouth, which looks very scary.
"Alas, since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and hatred, and this hatred lasts forever. It's a pity that I have no trace of my spring dream."
Glancing at Ma Xiaoyu with some resentment, Liu Banxian shook his head and walked over with his hands behind his back.
Ma Xiaoyu asked: "Didn't you tell yourself a fortune before you went out? You seem to be in trouble today."
Liu Banxian shook his head, "I never tell my own fortune. Have you ever heard of a doctor who takes your own pulse?"
"Taking the pulse is different, one pulse condition at a time, but for fortune-telling, you only need to throw a few copper coins."
Liu Banxian adjusted his sunglasses smartly, "Although I am a fortune teller, I believe that man can conquer nature. Little girl, I think the women of the Ma family don't believe in the so-called fate even more, right?"
"That's natural."
A cold light flashed in Ma Xiaoyu's eyes, "Women from the exorcist Ma family never believe in the so-called fate."
"It's okay if you don't believe it. That's what I think too. If I get a fortune telling myself every day when I get up, won't I be led by those thin pages for the rest of my life? It's boring!"
After a pause, Liu Banxian pulled out the dagger from the corpse on the ground, wiped it carefully in his hand, and handed it to Ma Xiaoyu.
Ma Xiaoyu glanced at him and said, "I still have it."
"Don't waste it if you can use it. This is silverware. Such an item would cost ten yuan a piece on Temple Street."
"Thanks."
Ma Xiaoyu took the dagger and with a flick of her wrist, the dagger was hidden somewhere.
"By the way, where is Brother Yin?"
Liu Banxian looked left and right, but did not see Yin Xiu's figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
It was not that he was worried about Yin Xiu's safety, but that once the unstable bomb was no longer active under his nose, Liu Banxian would start to worry about his own safety.
Who knows what trouble he will cause again.
Sure enough, Ma Xiaoyu confirmed his worries as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Yin Xiu, he asked me to come to you first and not let you die. As for himself, he only said that he wanted to find some old friends to catch up with the past."
"That's the end!"
Liu Banxian slapped him on the forehead.
"His old friends are the only two of us."
Ma Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes with interest, with a smile under her lavender eye shadow, "What do you mean?"
"What else do you mean? Let's prepare to run away!"
……
As soon as Yin Xiu sat down on the originally solid-colored leather sofa, blood seeped into the bottom, which made Sir Wilson feel quite painful.
"Don't worry, this blood is not mine." Yin Xiu said.
"I'm not worried."
Wilson forced himself to calm down and cleared his tight throat.
"When I was as young as you, I was shot twice in the head by my enemies. I wish I could just sleep."
The smile on Yin Xiu's face froze, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
[Is this old ghost more powerful than me? 】
He immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Disrespect, Sir, are you training for the Golden Bell or the Iron Shirt?" Sir Wilson shook his head, "A student with a special ability in sports. I entered Dunling University based on my sports performance."
"..."
Yin Xiu sat down again, crossed her legs, and put her hand on a beautiful head.
That was Elena's head, lying quietly on the table at this moment. If her eyes weren't so wide open, others would have thought she was asleep.
This is just one of several heads. The other heads are those of blood slaves. In comparison, they are white, shriveled and lifeless.
"Do you recognize this?" Yin Xiu asked, pointing to the head.
"Eve...oh, Miss Elena, I'm not very familiar with her. I've met her a few times. You know, we businessmen always look like we know everyone very well, but in fact, we can't even remember what they look like."
"I know, I know too much."
Yin Xiu stood up, turned over Wilson's collar with his hands, and looked around. After finding that there were no bite marks, he had an idea.
Just as I thought, how could a vampire be so fat?
Not to mention being carried around by bats, such a fat vampire might not even be able to fit into their tight-fitting gowns. To transform such a person in would be a bit of a disgrace to the bloodline family's reputation.
After thinking for a while, Yin Xiu said: "What benefits did the Pan-Asian Chamber of Commerce promise to give you? You haven't been transformed. How about working for them like this?"
"What transformation?"
Wilson is still confused now. He only thinks that Yin Xiu is a provincial and Hong Kong flag soldier who wants money rather than his life.
Maybe there are some spells, otherwise except for Elena, the death of several other people would not be so miserable.
"You still don't understand."
Yin Xiu wiped her hands, secretly said something offended, and then opened Elena's mouth.
In Sir Wilson's very familiar mouth, there were two sharp teeth, astonishingly white, like two sharp knives.
"Suck, vampire!"
Looking at Wilson who was belatedly thinking about it, Yin Xiu sighed.
"Do you have to go to the castle on a full moon night so that you can recognize what is in front of you?"
Wilson touched his goose-bumped hands with a look of astonishment on his face: "No wonder I always think she's so cold, but being a vampire is too sensational."
"How about I open another one for you to see?"
Yin Xiu said that he was going to open the mouth of the other head with a bit of disgust.
"No, no, no, I believe it, please don't do that kind of thing again."
Wilson waved his hands repeatedly.
"But, who are you? I know you are definitely not on the guest list, but you don't seem to be planning to rob me."
"Me? Why did I rob you?"
Yin Xiu looked at a wooden box on the table, slapped it, and a cigar flew out from it, and he caught it lightly in his hand.
At the same time, the sleeve of Yin Xiu's other hand flicked, and a piece of talisman paper was caught in his hand, which spontaneously ignited without fire.
He made a stroke on the heads, and with the pile of heads as the center, a fire was lit on the table.
Yin Xiu held the cigar in her mouth, lowered her head, lit it with the pile of flames, and inhaled.
Then, before the smoke came out of his mouth, he held the cigar between his fingers, flicked it in front of him, and pulled it. After a series of afterimages, the hand holding the cigar rested gracefully on the edge of his feet.
Until then, Yin Xiucai slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Just a passing Maoshan Taoist priest."
"Taoist priest?"
Wilson hesitated: "The Maoshan Taoist priest who caught zombies a few months ago?"
"It's the Zombie King." Yin Xiu corrected.
"It's the same, whether it's a zombie or a zombie king, they are both very scary things. Speaking of which, I also contributed to the subsidy given to you Taoist priests before."
"I always thought it was hush money given to us by the top brass of the police force. So, I would also like to thank you, Sir Wilson."
Wilson waved his hands repeatedly: "Giving roses to others leaves fragrance in my hands. I have contributed to social undertakings and the public without asking for anything in return. You Tang people have a saying, which is that you know everything in your heart. Just keep it in your heart."
Yin Xiu grinned, "Then we have another saying, that is, every injustice has its owner."
Through Xuedie's vision, Yin Xiu discovered that the club members had all left the Admiralty Hotel after discovering the bodies of Rudy and Elena. Apparently they sensed something had happened.
Wilson obviously understood what Yin Xiu meant, and his originally happy expression quickly dimmed and turned into a bitter look.
After coughing a few times and clearing his somewhat sticky throat, Wilson said hoarsely: "At my age, money and women are just dispensable decorations."
After a pause, he frowned and said: "But, Mr. Smith, he said that if everything goes well, he can help me find a position in the House of Commons."
"Oh? Is it the House of Commons where fights often happen in the newspapers?"
Wilson wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "That's the House of Commons."
"So, the Mr. Smith you talk about has great powers?"
"Mr. Smith, of course he..."
Before he finished speaking, Wilson paused, and then a surge that was visible to the naked eye surged from his chest to his throat.
puff! A stream of black blood spurted out from Wilson's mouth. Yin Xiu stepped on the table, and everyone, including the sofa, retreated a few meters.
The black blood spat out from Wilson's mouth burned into black smoke on the floor and table, creating a foul smell.
Yin Xiu stepped forward and touched the black blood on the floor, feeling a slight burning sensation immediately on his fingers.
At the same time, the whole story of what just happened was also transmitted to Yin Xiu's mind through the skill [Blood Sense].
A more advanced version of [Chapter of the Secret Keeper].
As long as the branded person is asked about something about the caster, black blood will spurt out from the mouth, burning both the branded person and the questioner to death.
This spell is more subtle than other versions. In order to eliminate the inquirer together, the branded person will not get such a hint as "cannot tell the caster information".
Even the outside world has difficulty discovering traces of this vampire magic through detection.
Ma Xiaoyu and Liu Banxian waited on the balcony for a while, but did not wait for Yin Xiu to appear.
However, I saw that many patrol police officers appeared on the street at some time, armed with live ammunition, and under the command of a few plainclothes officers, they surrounded the Admiralty Hotel.
Liu Banxian frowned when he saw this.
"Sure enough, as the priest said before, fighting against vampires is never against the vampire itself."
Ma Xiaoyu didn't answer, but took out a tube of black talisman paper from the corner of her skirt and held it tightly in her hand.
Liu Banxian's expression suddenly changed, "Little girl, these are not monsters!"
Ma Xiaoyu glanced at him, "Is there any difference between the two now?"
When the atmosphere was tense, Yin Xiu finally walked out of Wilson's reception room, holding a file bag in one hand and putting his other hand on Ma Xiaoyu's shoulder.
"There's no one who can't get along with the patrol. Let's leave quickly."
"Where's Sir Wilson?"
"He'll be fine if he takes a nap."
(End of this chapter)