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Old Tom has changed his weapons and equipment, and looks like he is about to go out.

Bai Mu told him about his "suspicion" before, knowing that he was going to hunt down the degenerate species in the town, but he reached out to stop him.

——It’s not good to disturb the people in the middle of the night.

Bai Mu: "The open space behind the house is good."

Old Tom seemed to have just remembered something, with a dazed look on his face, he smiled again: "It's really convenient to have you."

……

After a while, the two stood on the open space. Bai Mu took a dagger and slashed across the palm of his hand. Blood gushed out and dripped to the ground. The smell of blood permeated instantly.

Bai Mu's status in this world has plummeted - he used to be a substitute, but here he has become a "blood substitute".

The function is to act as a meal replacement for the domineering prince when the little wife runs away from home.In addition, if necessary, be pulled out again to add fire to the love-hate entanglement of the protagonist Gongshou.

——An old tool man.

However, it is not ordinary blood that can serve as a contemporary meal for the protagonist.

The degraded species hiding in the shadows at the side was afraid of the breath of the two hunters and did not dare to go forward, but the fragrant smell took away the remaining sanity, and it howled and rushed forward.

"Hahaha, good time."

Old Tom didn't even pick up his heavy shield, and directly slapped it with the half-width epee.

Thanks to the fact that vampires will turn into sand after death, otherwise Bai Mu would not be able to imagine the bloody and violent scene in front of him.

Bai Mu's palm was still dripping down, the smell of blood permeated, and more and more degenerate species gathered here.Old Tom also stopped laughing at the beginning, and his expression gradually became dignified.

……Too much.

The dense degenerate species gathered here, and even Old Tom's mountain-like figure became petite, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

Old Tom shouted in a deep voice, "Wilter."

Hunters are never ashamed to ask their companions for help, they understand their "weakness" better than anyone else.In front of those monsters, human beings struggled and united to get a glimmer of life.

Bai Mu also felt that this amount was about the same. If there were more, the town would not be able to hide.

Bai Mu drew his sword out of its sheath, and the blade soaked in holy water gleamed with silver light when it touched the degenerate species. The trajectory of the light wove into a dreamy dense net, which was extremely beautiful... that thin The tall and straight figure shuttled among the group of monsters. Wherever it passed, the sand and dust fell, as if presenting a holy and beautiful dance.

The degenerate species were attracted by the smell of blood, and they all rushed towards Bai Mu, and Old Tom's pressure dropped sharply.

After finishing the last one in front of him, he finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. He leaned on the sword in one hand and put the other arm on his heavy shield, panting heavily.

Looking up at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help grinning.

——He is strong again...

To have this kind of latecomer among hunters really makes his predecessors feel ashamed.

——I’m old, I’m dying.

As he thought about it, the grin grew wider and wider, almost revealing the last tooth.

Wilt, and the Holy Son of the Holy See...

Can he expect to see the scenery of "dawn" in his lifetime?

……

And the same, this situation also fell into the sight of the boy in the window.

He opened his eyes a little bit: It turns out that humans... can also do this to this extent...

Really want……

The young man raised his hand, and something invisible separated from the young man who was fighting and fell into his palm.

The scarlet tongue licked the palm of his hand, and the face that looked ghostly in the dark night showed a satisfied expression.

The young man raised his head as if aware of something, but found nothing.

- is "plunder".

Lowe smiled: His ability is not "spiritual influence", but "plundering": taking other people's abilities, talents, and even appearance... for his own use.

His soft tongue wetly licked his upper lip, and he showed a sweet smile: Your talent...I will make good use of it.

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Bai Mu: "San'er, is it my illusion? Why do I feel that the smell... suddenly faded away?"

Bai Mu was deeply disturbed by Wilt's physique. Every time he fought, he wanted to cover his nose, especially when he was under siege.

The system checked Bai Mu's body according to the words, and asked strangely, "Weak?"

Bai Mu couldn't figure it out: "What's weak or strong?"

System: "According to the setting of this world, each blood race has its own special ability, which they call talent... In fact, this kind of talent also exists in humans, but under normal circumstances, it is not as obvious as the blood race... ...but with training, it will also show up..."

"For example, Lanny's speed, old Tom's strength, Tuho's jumping..."

Bai Mu knew this, and it was mentioned in the introductory course of the Hunter School, but there was no system that explained it so clearly.

——After all, they can't deal with the world consciousness, it's just the experience gained through generations of predecessors.

Bai Mu even knew that, compared to the practical talent mentioned earlier, Wirth's talent was rather tasteless to some extent - "sense of smell".

Fall!He's not a dog, why would he need such a keen sense of smell?He can become a hunter now, all thanks to the accumulation of combat experience in the previous world.

Over there, the system continued: "At that moment just now, your talent suddenly became weaker, as if it was taken away by something."

While chopping melons and vegetables to get rid of these degenerate species, Bai Mu thought about what the system just said.

But the sudden freshness of the air was so good that Bai Mu quickly put those problems behind him.

——If someone really took away this "talent", he would simply thank the other party's eight generations of ancestors.

That is the lower realm of the gods, and the people of the world have suffered, right?

Good man!

Bai Mu sent a card without hesitation, and then couldn't help but took a deep breath.

--vomit! ! !

The talent has become weaker, not gone!

Bai Mu paid a heavy price for his self-satisfaction. Enduring the sudden desire to vomit, he raised his sword and stabbed the last degenerated species to death. He staggered and almost lost his footing.

Old Tom naturally also saw his rare weak state, obviously he was panting from exhaustion, but now he laughed unceremoniously, "Wilter, you are not good enough!"

Bai Mu didn't answer for a while, but just sat down on the ground to calm down, as if he had lost his strength.

Beep--

There was a very light sound, like...something was frozen?

Old Tom looked up, and on the still green new leaves, there was a thin layer of frost flowers hanging at some point, reflecting the crystal light under the moonlight.

Under Old Tom's gaze, the frost spread rapidly, and the whole tree turned into a crystal-like handicraft, dreamlike and beautiful.

However, his expression changed drastically. He watched the ice spread from a distance, and hurriedly shouted: "Ville, run!!!"

He himself quickly picked up the heavy shield and wanted to smash it out, but it was too late. Before he moved, the ice layer had spread over extremely quickly, and his feet and the bottom of the shield were firmly frozen on the ground.

Old Tom clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and the ice layer under his feet made a crackling sound, revealing cracks.

It's just that a second before he broke free, a thicker layer of ice covered him and spread upwards extremely quickly. A heavy chill hit him, and he completely lost consciousness from the waist down.

Da da……

With the soft sound of footsteps on the ice, a slender figure emerged from the darkness.

Scarlet eyes, sharp fangs... all of them clearly showed his identity.

But that handsome and pale face distinguishes him from the group of degraded beasts just now.

"Nobles?" Old Tom murmured, his face was already blue from the cold, but he forced himself to ask sharply, "Are you going to violate the agreement?!"

The appearance of this aristocratic vampire seemed to have brought a cold winter, and even the breath of breath when he spoke was covered with white mist.

The other party didn't answer Old Tom's words, and didn't even give him a look. He just looked at Bai Mu fixedly, and slowly showed a reserved smile like an aristocrat.

The voice is deep and elegant, like a movement played by a cello——

He said, "Be my heir, and I grant you eternal life."

The young man on the opposite side showed a smile, holy and beautiful, with a vitality that vampires do not have.

It was only because of the sudden freezing that his face was a little pale.

The nobleman's expression softened, and he thought: This will definitely become a child who is favored by him...

The young man opened his mouth, but asked back: "...to become a rat in the gutter, hiding in the dark?"

His tone was even still gentle, but the irony in it became more and more apparent.

The smile on the face of the vampire aristocrat froze, and then turned into cold anger.

He sneered, "Oh."

- I don't know good from bad!

The ice suddenly thickened.

……

Looking at the confrontation between one person and one vampire in the room, Luo Wei seems to have encountered a problem of choice?

A tiny flame appeared in the palm of his hand for a moment, and then he squeezed his fist to extinguish it.

—After all, he's just...an ordinary human being, isn't he?

He glanced regretfully at the blond hair that was soft and shiny under the moonlight.

...What a beautiful color.

Talent is also...

He looked like his own palm—

I haven't got all of them yet, so I'm a bit...unwilling.

But the next second...

He couldn't help but widen his light blue eyes.

Really...

——Beautiful, beautiful, ah!

……

Under the moonlight, the bright silver blade pierced the vampire's chest.

Luo Wei knew that the sword went straight through the heart, exactly.

The contempt on the blood race's face hadn't faded, but it turned into astonishment. He raised his hand with difficulty, and grasped the sharp knife stuck in his chest.

The ice layer spread upward quickly, but it shattered when it touched the warm hand.

The nobleman finally turned into a handful of sand under the moon, no different from the previous degenerate species.

What shattered at the same time was the ice layer covering the surrounding area. The young man lowered his eyelashes as the ice shards flew, as if in pity...

This situation inexplicably carried a sense of holiness.

Lowe's uncontrollable panting became heavier, the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, and the fangs on his lips appeared and disappeared from time to time in his slightly opened mouth.

……

The beauty in his eyes was quickly shattered——

Old Tom dragged his leg that hadn't fully regained consciousness, and staggered step by step to Bai Mu, and gave the young man a big hug, as if expressing the joy of living together and dying together and the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

However, Bai Mu, who almost vomited blood after being slapped by the bear's paw, felt that this person... must be waiting for an opportunity to retaliate!

What Old Tom said afterwards also verified Bai Mu's guess, "Stinky boy! You have already found out, haven't you?!"

Bai Mu nodded with difficulty.

—Of course I found out.

After all, the stench of rotting fish is so obvious... It is particularly prominent among the smell of dead rats of a group of degraded species.

The author has something to say: An unknown nobleman: I played so well, but... I didn't last a chapter? !No name at all? !

Bai Mu (covering his nose): Rang Rang, Rang Rang...