Under the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlin took out a small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

Then, he seemed to be in a shadow, floating on the wall and following Ruth Bartori quickly and silently.

The vampire has always been known for its speed. The two barons ran in the dark alleys and the edge of the dull streets. After more than half an hour, they arrived at the chaotic and dirty East Side and stopped in front of an old apartment.

Seeing Ruth Bartori choose to climb the pipeline and go to the third floor with the least movement. Emlin slowed down and did not rush to stick behind the other party, because it was easy to be discovered.

After thinking carefully for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid inside on his body.

This potion has only one effect, that is, to eliminate its own odor, consistent with the surroundings!

After putting the bottle in his hand, Emlin took out another brass-colored metal bottle and drank the liquid inside cleanly.

"'Potion Professor' is really troublesome..." He murmured, and looked down and saw his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal bottle seemed to float in front of the cuffs.

When Emlinser returned to the bottle, there was only a formal outfit left, a top hat and a pair of leather shoes without buckles and straps, which formed a human form and moved around there.

Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floated in the air, pressed it on its own, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a sizzling sound.

The outlines of formal wear, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and eventually disappeared.

Emlin, who had completed the "invisibility", glanced at the room where Ruth Bartori entered, climbed the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after it at the extreme speed.

While the window was half open, he was like a transparent cloud, floating into the room without any movement, hid in the corner, looking at Ruth Bartori, who had a long face but very scent, looking for a target.

The latter's brows gradually frowned because it was empty, let alone people, there were not even mosquitoes that had begun to be active in the past week.

And this blood baron can be sure that the "Moon Puppet" is here.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the solidified silence.

The door of the room then retreated, and a woman in a black dress walked in slowly, looking at Ruth Bartori, and said in a vague tone:

"Who are you looking for..."

Emlin looked in the sound and saw that the visitor had a dark complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, and drooping corners of his mouth. It was Windsor who was targeted.

However, in Emlin's eyes, this devout believer of the "primitive moon" and her portrait have changed a certain way. Now her eyes are bent, her eyebrows are bent, and her mouth is bent, as if she is imitating the current crimson moon.

And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grew dry grass and flowers, one bush after another.

...Hiss, what did Ruth Bartori sell her? How could it become like this? Emlin was startled and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.

At the same time, clumps of dead grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways and ceilings, mixed with dry and wilted flowers.

They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.

Ruth Bartori smelled the danger, and did not try to talk. Without hesitation, he took out a small metal bottle and drank the liquid inside.

Bang!

He threw the bottle down, dragged his body out of the shadow and rushed towards the mutated Windsor. His fingernails stretched out, and black air was lingering outside his body.

Windsor, inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll, meeting it at the same speed, and grabbed Ruen Bartori with one claw without caring about his injury.

Bang bang bang bang!

After a series of collisions, Ruth Bartori flew backwards and hit the wall.

His sleeves had been torn and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.

And between the flesh and blood, dried dead grass and flowers are growing slowly!

What a monster... Emlin met such an enemy for the first time, and kept huddling in the corner and almost forgot to help.

He did not appear recklessly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, observing the battle between Ruth Bartori and Windsor, while considering how to deal with this situation.

The strangest thing is the dead grass and flowers... the dead grass and flowers... they should be afraid of fire! Emlin's heart moved and immediately gave up invisibility, took out another small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and drank it in.

With a puff, he spewed out all the liquid in his mouth.

When the gray-red water droplets encountered the air, they immediately exploded and a hot flame extended to the side.

Flames stacked with flames, flames connected with flames, instantly turning the room into a red ocean!

In the crackling sound, dried dead grass and flowers were ignited one after another and infected their companions at an extremely fast speed.

In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor also began to burn.

At this time, a big hole had been dug in Ruth Bartori's chest, losing most of his combat power, and was struggling to maintain it with the super recovery ability of the blood clan.

Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlin keenly noticed the decline of the opponent's aura, and without hesitation, he rushed over and surrounded Windsor, causing continuous attacks.

At the soles of his feet, black air rose and wrapped around the believer of the primitive moon, like a shackle of vitality.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

In the fierce and short sound, two figures suddenly approached.

All movements disappeared, and Emlin grabbed Windsor's throat with his left palm and lifted her up.

After hesitating for a second, he saw the other party's ferocious look, and he snapped and twisted the enemy's neck.

Bang!

A small, slender puppet inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.

Emlyn pulled off Windsor's mutated head, turned her body, and looked at Ruth Bartori, who was gasping violently, pressed her empty right hand on her chest, and gave a smile:

"Thank you for your help."

Seeing Rus Bartori suddenly become angry and unable to grab it, Emlin added a few words in a very good mood:

"Remember to hand over that puppet and the extraordinary traits that precipitated to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic."

After saying that, the black air condensed behind him and two illusory bat wings grew.

With a slam, Emlin turned around and flew out of the window and landed towards the dark alley nearby.

After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black air and looked back.

Seeing Ruth Bartori not following, Emlin breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fist against his mouth, and muttered while coughing:

"I hate flames, smoke!"

He was about to stay away from the East District, but a chill suddenly broke out behind him.

Emlin suddenly tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, turned slowly, and looked at the shadow in the corner.

He first saw a very small black shadow standing there, and then he saw clearly what the other person looked like:

The body is as slender as a wooden stake, the eyes and mouth are curved into the moon, and the surface is inlaid with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers. It is the "moon puppet" in the room before!

It entangled me... What kind of item is this... It's still far from Lord Nibais's residence... It's really dangerous outside... Thoughts emerged in Emlin's mind, making his spine cold and his muscles tight.

As his thoughts flashed, he suddenly became inspiration, stared at the "moon puppet", and whispered in Guhemis:

“The fools who do not belong to this era;

“The mysterious master above the grey mist;

"The Yellow and Black King who is in charge of good luck..."

…………

"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night?" Klein turned over and sat up, rubbed his forehead with a little angrily.

He quickly left the bed, walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat in the position of "fool".

Emlyn White, this guy, Klein glanced, spreading his spirituality in confusion, touching the crimson stars representing the "moon".

He immediately saw Emlin, who was stiff and saw the other party staring at a slender and weird puppet.

The puppet was covered with rich but illusory crimson moonlight, which rose and fell gently like a tide, connecting with something in the sky.

At this moment, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently, covering Emly White.

There is a problem... This puppet has a big problem... With the help of gray fog, Klein saw more people without hesitation and let the "Sea God's Scepter" leave the pile of debris and fly into his own hands.

The blue and blue gems at the top of the short bone rod light up one by one, emitting a dazzling light.

…………

After reciting the name of Mr. Fool and requesting assistance, Emlin felt that the already low-temperature blood was getting colder and colder, and gradually felt like it was condensed into frost.

This made his body stiffen quickly, and he watched the "moon puppet" sway and walk over.

At this moment, the silver and white air in the alley ran around, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.

Bang!

The lightning was thorned into a ball and landed on the "Moon Puppet" and submerged it in the silvery white.

The light flashed, and the strange puppet's whole body charred and fell down without decoration. The blood in Emlin's body no longer freezes and resumes its flow.

He quickly got rid of the stiffness and knew that Mr. Fool was still watching here, and asked in a low voice:

"You need, no, what can I give to you?"

He has always believed that Mr. Fool follows the rules of equivalent exchange, so he believes that if he asks for assistance, he has to pay a corresponding price.

After a brief silence, he saw the boundless grey fog and faint figures, and heard the majestic voice that was condescending:

"That puppet."

"Okay." Emlin took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the puppet, then dealt with the scene, and quickly left the East District.

After Klein carefully interfered with divination with paper man angels, he returned to the real world.

When he was about to continue sleeping, he was shocked to find that the moonlight outside was bright, like blood stained.

Hey... Klein walked to the window in confusion and looked outside. He saw that the crescent moon had turned round at some point, red like blood.

Another "blood moon".

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"Blood Moon"? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked into the Thunder Church ahead steadily. This is where he will report his work tomorrow.

In the middle of the island, at the top of the towering peak, there is a church called "Storm Abyss". It is the headquarters of the Storm Church and the temple in the temple.

ps:Thanks to the killer of the Silver Alliance Zhong Kui for the large number~
Chapter completed!