It's a little better on the mountain than on the mountain.

At least there was some green covering the mountain road without corpses.

The entire road up the mountain climbs up in a straight line, without any extra twists and turns, and is very direct.

But it is also very long, very long.

Chen Senran and his team walked on the mountain road for at least ten minutes and still couldn't see the shadow of the temple on the peak.

It's a bit like before a pilgrimage, where God has to let mortals go a long way to suck their patience and physical strength to let them express their greatest awe for themselves.

The vampire seemed to have regarded himself as a god.

"He probably planned to make us tired and unable to walk even when we could choose the most delicious food one by one." Chen Senran whispered and joked at the two people beside him.

Because little Annie fell asleep again, the sleeping girl should not hear the vulgar and bloody jokes of adults.

Neither Lao Du nor Gulagas laughed.

Chen Senran's joke is not funny.

Not at all.

The two of them tightly held their faces, tried to adjust the breath of their whole body, and held what they could hold at their hands.

arms.

Horse whip and wine barrel.

The two of them were serious like soldiers about to set out.

"No need?" Chen Senran still said a messy and relaxed sentence.

But his hands also tightened their arms around the little girl in his arms, causing the little girl in his sleep to struggle and say unconsciously: "If you are annoyed, I will hit you!!!"

A tender voice.

A crisp tone.

Before the war.

"Puchi--"

"Puchi--"

"Puchi--"

The three nervous men all laughed.

It's like the best ray of sunshine.

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When the sun rises to the highest heaven.

The gate of that temple finally appeared in front of the three people.

It was an ancient, old broken stone gate that should have long been weathered in the long river of history.

It did not close, half collapsed and leaned against the door frame, revealing a gap that supplies wind to pass through, allowing time to connect the air between the temple and the mortal world.

Gulagas walked forward and gently lifted the extremely heavy door panel, and put it aside lightly.

There was no sound, and there was no slight sound of stone chips falling.

Because the stone door seemed to be frozen forever for a certain time. It would not decay again.

It's just that old.

Behind the stone gate is a yard, with green grass separated by, and there are decay statues scattered everywhere like the stone gate.

They were split into pieces, making it impossible to see what these statues looked like, and how mighty and majestic they were in the past.

The definition of history and the new era are most perfectly interpreted here.

In the center of the entire yard is a hall of the same stone that should have been taken away by time. The spire has cold and hard lines, tall and simple.

There are dense and unknown patterns carved on its surface, with thin and long lines extending from the bottom to the spire that is stunning. The sunlight shines from that, spreading along the spire, spreading into the lines, scattering into the lines. It flows to the bottom like flowing water.

It's like life is endless, like blood circulation.

Vampires should live in it.

"I'll go first?" Gulagas asked, but raised the barrel and smashed it towards the stone gate of the hall that was also occupied by blood vessel-like lines.

"Shuh——" the stone gate opened in response.

The excellent sunlight shines in from the outside world, dispelling the darkness of the year inside.

There is no blood rushing like imagination, no horrible face as imagined.

Everything was as calm as a group of travelers accidentally broke into an old temple in the deep mountains. They pushed open the wooden doors that had been around for many years, and responded to them only loneliness and the strong smell of years.

"Go in and take a look." Chen Senran shrugged, but he never relaxed.

Although he had not taken off the Forbidden Demon Band, the killer instinct that had been deeply rooted in his body had already been activated.

He will discover all the movements around him.

But unfortunately. There is nothing.

Gulagas took the lead and entered the dusty hall. The three of them were quite trembling and pushed forward carefully.

But until the corpse sitting in the center of the hall was clearly visible, the danger still did not happen.

"He seems... dead." Chen Senran lit a spark at the tip of his fingers, making the only extreme ability he could do now, illuminating the corpse located in the center of the entire hall.

It's a mummy.

A mummy with a very peaceful and solemn appearance. It sat cross-legged, with hands on its knees, and lowered its head, like a monk who had passed on his lifelong knowledge and sat down peacefully.

Behind this monk is a huge altar, but nothing is worshipped on it. It is like silently reflecting the sitting monk who was once the only true god in this world.

"He seemed to have been sucked into blood..." Gulagas asked in a confused tone, "But... the legendary vampire is not a... a monk?"

The mummy was wrapped in an old but completely recognizable simple monk's robe that was never decayed and carved with dense blood vessel patterns.

The dense lines reflected a strange red light in the faint firelight.

Like blood.

"The vampire eventually died of excessive blood loss? Legend has it that it was ended by unknown people many years ago? What a bad story?" Chen Senran frowned and made another joke, "It's really ironic, it's really disappointing..."

What a false alarm?

"No-I want to correct you, I must correct you!!!"

At this moment, a person's voice suddenly sounded in the dark and silent hall, high and long, just like singing a dark night opera without lighting on a big stage.

The ending sound also has a long and long tremolo that you think is elegant.

A scarlet light suddenly lit up in the hall, like scarlet blood.

A person who should never exist in this hall appeared on the huge altar where nothing was offered.

"The vampire has not died, and the vampire will never die. He just abandoned a dirty old skin and gained new eternal life on this new and complete body." The man was still chanting his dark night lines like a chanting. While he was chanting slowly, he spread his body on the entire platform.

He was wearing a scarlet robe with fine lines that would reveal blood vessels under the scarlet lamp. His hair was snow-white, his face was handsome, and his fangs were sharp.

He smiled, and softly made his final statement in the scarlet shadows: "Oh, no, it's not a vampire, I don't like the title of vampire, please call me the great... Scarlet Reaper, Vladimir."
Chapter completed!