The devil is coming

Chapter 11 Desire
The fangs pierced the guard's neck, like two straws inserted into the milk tea cup.
Apart from the scream that came out of the guard's mouth at first, there was only a whimpering sound left in the guard's mouth, because his blood was frantically gathering around his neck and then being transported into A Ming's mouth.
In this situation, even if you want to scream, you can't. What follows is a kind of dull death depression.
In the guard's ears, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing like a stream. His strength, his energy, and even his soul seemed to be constantly being separated from his body at this time.
Of course he was resisting. He could not admit death. Although he could not see, and although he did not know what kind of demon he had encountered, his sword still continued to show that he was unwilling to give up and face death. manner!
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
The blade of the sword kept stirring and penetrating inside A Ming's body.
A Ming's body also trembled, but the satisfied smile on A Ming's face became more and more obvious.
For A Ming, this feeling, this temperature, this taste,
He has missed him for too long!
At this moment, it seemed that the dusty seal of half a year was completely torn apart. He found himself again, and once again showed what he should have looked like!
blood,
sacrifice,
This belongs to me,
feast!
After the guard opened the door to the back room and stabbed A Ming with a sword, Zheng Fan almost instinctively picked up a chair next to him as a weapon.
Liang Cheng was kicked out and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. At this time, he really didn't think about escaping because this world was completely unfamiliar to him.
Apart from this inn, apart from these seven or six people around him, where else could he go?
But A Ming's changes and the subsequent turn of events left Zheng Fan a little at a loss.
Although I don’t understand it, doesn’t it mean that everyone has become ordinary people?
but,
Things are at least developing in a direction that is beneficial to them.
Feng Siniang also appeared at the door. Looking at the scene in front of her, she was different from Zheng Fan. Her eyes were not surprised, but full of excitement!
He recovered, no, even just a little, but he really started to recover!
Although I don’t know what caused it, but since he can recover, what about me?
Living as ordinary people for half a year is simply a kind of torture for them who were once demons!
Therefore, even after everyone became ordinary people, when Zheng Fan chose to take the second path, everyone showed excitement!
They are not willing to be peaceful, they are not willing to be ordinary, they are not willing to live the birth, old age, illness and death of normal people. Even if they lose their strength, even if they lose their previous abilities, their hearts are still not willing to be ordinary!
What's more, now, she sees...power!
"Forehead…………"
The guard's skin began to wrinkle, and his body was quickly drying up like a deflated balloon.
at last,
"Pfft!"
The body of the guard slumped down, leaving A Ming with his feet off the ground and he continued to nail him to the door panel with his long sword.
There were still blood stains on the corners of A Ming's mouth.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips with some hesitation, as if he didn't want to waste any essence.
then,
He bent his head,
Looking at the messy abdomen that had been stabbed and the long sword that continued to nail him.
A Ming stretched out his hand, but couldn't reach the sword hilt.
Zheng Fan immediately woke up, dropped the chair in his hand and ran to A Ming. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword, but he hesitated.
It seems that when a person is penetrated by a sharp object, he cannot pull it out at will, otherwise it will cause greater trauma;
But A Ming, is this the case?
"Lord, how long do you want to admire it?"
"Forehead……"
Zheng Fan held the hilt of the sword with both hands and asked tentatively again:
"Pull it out?"
"pull."
Zheng Fan started to exert force. The first time he tried hard, he couldn't pull it out!
Taking two deep breaths, Zheng Fan exerted his strength again, this time without any reservation.
"Boer!"
The long sword was pulled out by Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan himself was staggered back by the inertia for many steps before he could stabilize his body.
However, facing the current situation, he really didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, he didn't need to do the next thing. Feng Siniang walked out of the back room, kicked A Ming's head unceremoniously, and asked:
"Should I find you a coffin?"
"want."
Then, Siniang pointed to the bloody stain on the ground.
Road:
"Are you going to stuff these things back into the water? Then use needles and thread to patch up your belly?"
"No need, the blood has been absorbed. If the head is not broken, it will be fine."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Feng Siniang said with envy on her face when she heard this, "You vampires are really convenient."
"Hehehe..." A Ming is actually still laughing. It's a pity that because of the pain in his neck, he can speak, but his voice is inevitably a bit weak and weak.
"If you also want to be convenient, I can bite you."
Let you be my first embrace, and let you become a vampire.
"Okay, let's wait until I'm really old, so I don't have to spend money on cosmetics."
paused,
Feng Siniang bent down, stared at A Ming's face, and continued:
"When did it happen?"
For half a year, everyone has been working diligently to change their minds and become ordinary people. Who would have imagined that suddenly, a traitor was found among us.
"yesterday."
"why?"
A Ming turned his head with some difficulty and looked at Zheng Fan, who was still standing there with a sword in his hand:
"My lord...is awake."
For a time,
Zheng Fan couldn't bear Siniang's eager gaze. However, it seemed that although A Ming's condition was very bad, it should not be a big problem. Zheng Fan immediately dropped the long sword in his hand and ran to the other side. Liang Cheng, who was stabbed and kicked out, was helped up.
This was the first time Zheng Fan touched Liang Cheng's body. It was a little heavy. The most obvious thing was that his skin was very cold.
Liang Cheng's shirt had a big tear, and there was also a wound on his chest, but it didn't look very deep, and there wasn't a lot of blood flowing out, but the blood was black and had a bit of a petroleum feel.
"Are you okay?" Zheng Fan asked with some concern.
Liang Cheng shook his head, "It's okay."
If an ordinary person had been struck by that sword, he would probably have been cut in half. But after all, Liang Cheng was a professional entertainer who performed chest-breaking performances in inns on weekdays. To say he was "rough-skinned and thick-bodied" was not an exaggeration.
"Pack up and send people away first." Feng Siniang said.
The guards have been killed and the young master has been captured alive. The next thing to do is not to rush to interrogate the "world view", but to start the aftermath work first.
"My lord, please come with me for a moment." After saying that, Siniang looked at Liang Cheng who was holding the wound, and pointed at A Ming who was still lying on the ground, "Help him clean up."
Liang Cheng was a little weak, but he still nodded. He stretched out his hand and pulled off a piece of ribbon from the room. He first hastily bandaged the wound on his chest, and then began to pick up A Ming, who was lying on the ground in a puddle.
Zheng Fan was led into the back room by his fourth mother. The young man with silk stockings wrapped around his neck was unconscious beside the bed, motionless.
"Does Your Majesty also like stockings?" Siniang asked while pulling Zheng Fan to sit down in front of the dressing table.
"It belongs to a man, so you don't hate it at all, right?"
"If you like it, next time I will wear it specifically for the master to see."
Saying that, Si Niang took out a lot of things from the dresser drawer, and dug out something from a small jar. She kept rubbing it in her hands, and then smeared it on Zheng Fan's face. .
The smell was a little pungent, and there was a burning pain on his skin. Zheng Fan didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't dare to say or ask, so he just continued to sit there.
"Lord, you can close your eyes first."
"it is good."
Zheng Fan closed his eyes and felt Siniang's hands "processing" his face at a very fast speed.
Is this makeup?
Or...disguise?
After about 10 minutes, Siniang massaged Zheng Fan's shoulders with her hands a few times and said:
"Lord, you can open your eyes."
Zheng Fan opened his eyes and saw that his appearance in the bronze mirror had changed tremendously, and he actually looked a lot like the guard.
"Master, that person's clothes must be taken off and put on first, and the servants have to tidy up themselves."
Wearing clothes of the dead is a taboo, but now that everyone has been killed, there is no such thing as a taboo.
Zheng Fan nodded obediently. After opening the door, he saw that the floor had been wiped by Liang Cheng. There was a wooden bucket next to it, which contained the stuff that had just flowed out of A Ming's stomach. If it was washed clean, it would be fine. Have a hot pot meal.
A Ming himself was placed in another bathtub, with only his head exposed.
Liang Cheng pointed to a corner where the guard's clothes were piled up, and said, "There is some blood on it. Your Majesty, please find a few strips of silk and tie it up to cover it up."
"okay."
There was no need to be restrained, Zheng Fan started to change clothes right here.
After he had changed his clothes, Siniang happened to walk out of the back room, but even though he was mentally prepared, Zheng Fan was still shocked.
The person walking out in front of me was the fourth lady, but it was clearly the young master.
This disguise technique is truly the pinnacle of excellence. It may have some flaws when used on others, such as myself, but it is completely flawless when used on myself.
Siniang walked up to Zheng Fan with a white powder and satin in her hand, helped Zheng Fan take care of his hair and covered the blood stains on his clothes.
At this time, Zheng Fan couldn't help but sigh:
"so similar."
Siniang smiled and said with some pride: "My lord, my disguise was the second most powerful magic in the East in the past."
"What's the first one?"
"PS."
"..." Zheng Fan.
"Okay, done." Siniang picked up the sword, sheathed it, and placed it in Zheng Fan's hand, "Lord, let's go down."
This was a process that was originally planned. Since people came to the inn, they naturally had to be let out, so as to get out of the inn.
Zheng Fan followed the previous guard's posture, holding the sword in his arms, and followed Siniang down the stairs.
At this time, the inn was naturally not as busy as prime time, but there were still four or five tables of guests continuing to drink here.
After seeing the two figures, one table of guests couldn't help but slap their hands on the table and laugh.
When Si Niang heard this, she looked embarrassed and couldn't help but look around and scolded:
"Vulgar and unreasonable!"
The scolding was far-fetched, but his face turned red as if someone had grabbed his pigtails.
The attention to detail is absolutely exquisite.
Zheng Fan continued to follow Siniang with his sword in his arms expressionlessly. He didn't have Siniang's acting skills, and he didn't dare to add drama to himself at this time.
The "gongzi brother"'s embarrassment actually made the guests at these tables laugh more happily, and some obscene words were thrown at them even more brazenly.
The young master quickened his pace and left the inn in a hurry, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.
As soon as I walked out of the inn, I saw Blind Bei coming back from outside.
One hand held a snack package and the other hand held some fine silk cloth.
As you can imagine, Blind Bei "served" the wife of the patrol captain very well. He kept the guests until late at night and even prepared good gifts when he left.
The two parties met at the door, nodded to each other subtly, and then those who went in continued to go in, and those who went out continued to go out.
Zheng Fan followed Siniang and walked on the street.
To be honest, this is the first time that Zheng Fan has gone so far. You must know that the farthest distance he has traveled before was Xiazibei's fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the inn.
After about a quarter of an hour, Siniang ducked into a nearby alley, and Zheng Fan naturally followed her.
This alleyway is a bit like the hutong of old Beijing, with the doors of each household close together.
Siniang took out the key, opened a door, and motioned for Zheng Fan to follow.
"Lord, this is another place for us to stay in this city. Now change your clothes first, and then we go back. Take off your clothes and I will take care of it."
"okay."
…………
"So, did you almost have an accident?"
Blind Bei was sitting next to the tub, holding an orange in his hand and asking while peeling it.
"That's right, we have underestimated the world."
A Ming, who was sitting in the tub, said calmly.
"Well, that was my mistake." Blind Bei generously admitted his mistake in arrangement.
"It was your mistake, but it doesn't matter, because I think only a world like this can make us excited."
Putting a piece of orange flesh into his mouth, Blind Man Bei nodded, and then put another piece of orange meat to A Ming's mouth.
"If I eat it, it will leak out." A Ming said.
"I want to see."
A Ming didn't open his mouth.
Liang Cheng was still mopping the floor and doing the aftermath work.
Blind Bei Ze said thoughtfully: "Our manpower is still insufficient. Well, by the way, we need to get some powder from the stove and apply it here later. The smell of blood is still there. of."
Liang Cheng nodded, indicating that he was clear.
"Fortunately, there is no danger. Now we are waiting for Xue San to come back from stealing things. However, I still think that the one that is really useful to us is the big fish you just caught. After all the work tonight , the initial vision of this world should be considered successful.
You guys keep busy, I'll go and interrogate that young man. "
"It's better to wait for the Lord to come back and then let the Lord interrogate him personally." A Ming said.
"But I don't think the Lord will do this. He will leave it to me when the time comes."
"But you still have to go through the process." A Ming reminded.
"Hiss..." Blind Bei took a breath in surprise, turned to look at A Ming in the bathtub, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "So, is this the reason why you recovered part of your strength first?"
"what?"
"We agreed to pretend to be reserved together, but you secretly licked the top."
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