Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 633 Flowing
Although the superficial explanation was impeccable, Grantham obviously did not dare to neglect.

The three in front of me are all demigods of real value, and Yuan Shan is better, while the other two have really bad reviews.

So after Yuan Shan gave the order, this one followed without hesitation.

But thinking of following the flow of people, Yuan Shan simply gave up the car.

In fact, as long as they are willing, the speed of a few people will not be worse than driving.

The same goes for the weaker Grantham.

It might even be the bonus effect under the full moon. This blood race seemed to be able to do a job with ease as he ran all the way.

"This group of people seems to be going in the direction of Embo's residence?"

And just after walking in and out for a while, Yuan Shan stopped, looked directly at Grantham and asked.

"Indeed, not even far ahead."

Grantham sized it up and said quite honestly.

"Then go and have a look."

Seeing the denser flow of people than before and the increasingly dense darkness, Yuan Shan quickly ordered.

……

The place where Embo lives is a villa that is more desolate than that in Grantham, and the area is much smaller in comparison.

Rushing directly into the courtyard, they undoubtedly had excellent eyesight. At first glance, the outer walls were mottled and peeled off, the windows were small and faded, and it felt like there was no breath of life at all.

Obviously, as an old blood family who is hundreds of years older, this person's living aesthetics are more retro.

Fu Qian even wondered if Embo usually sleeps in the stone coffin in the living room, right?

And there is no doubt that the density of people around is higher than any place I have seen before.

Looking at it, people can't help feeling that the nightlife in Beijing is too developed, and the damage to the kidneys is too exaggerated.

Fu Qian even saw more than one lesbian in the crowd, it was really hard to imagine how they would drink that stuff.

However, after the walkers arrived here, they didn't stop, but continued to walk around gracefully and calmly, without a single sound coming out.

If it was daytime, Fu Qian might regard this as a high-quality outing group.

But at this moment, under a dark red full moon, it is still a bit weird to see such a shadowy area.

This group of people even raised their heads from time to time, staring affectionately at the red moon.

But in just a few minutes, Fu Qian felt that the crimson color of the full moon was a little heavier.

"Embo doesn't seem to be here."

At this time, Grantham said from the side, with no emotion in his tone.

Yuan Shan remained silent with a cold face.

At such a close distance, she can still confirm whether someone is there or not. The building in front of her is basically an empty house.

At the same time, as the end point of the flow of people, there are no other discoveries.

The clues seemed to be cut off all at once.

"What do you think?"

The next moment she turned her head to look at Fu Qian and asked softly.

"These people seem to be quite normal."

Fu Qian pointed to the surroundings, a very fair comment.

"According to Brother Grantham, this is due to the side effects of the potion, buddies have developed a talent similar to that of blood races, and are susceptible to the influence of the full moon."

"And speaking of which I have a question, why is the moon this color?"

"Color? Red moon?"

As soon as Fu Qian's question came out, not only Grantham, but also Yuan Shan had a strange expression, as if Fu Qian was asking why the water would flow down.

"Isn't the moon always this color? It will be more obvious when the moon is full."

Grantham couldn't help but say for a moment.

"Of course the color is heavier today."

"It's always been red? How do I remember that the symbol of your ancestor is the dark moon?"

Fu Qian continued to ask naturally, with a pure expression.

……

Grantham subconsciously glanced at Yuan Shan when he heard the words, as if guessing that Fu Qian got the information from the nightman.

But he was obviously not overly entangled.

"Sorry, I can't answer your question because I haven't met the ancestor."

"I can only say that since I can remember, the symbol of the ancestors has been the moon, and there is only one moon in this world."

"In my understanding, the dark moon's statement may be more conceptual. When the vision appeared in the sky some time ago, our family had discussed it for a long time, but we didn't come to any definite conclusion."

Sure enough, this person is very happy to waste time with himself at the moment.

Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction.

That's why he chose this time to ask questions. In normal times, even if this person is willing to answer, he would never say such details.

"Are you trying to say that the special circumstances of the moon are the manifestation of the power of the ancestor of the blood race?"

Fu Qian was discussing with Grantham here, but Yuan Shan couldn't help but speak.

The ancestor of the blood race, she remembers very clearly that Fu Qian was very concerned about this issue before, including the dark moon that appeared when the sun was blasphemed.

Perhaps it is indeed worthy of doubt, but the most important thing right now is to end all of this, so she pushed the topic forward without hesitation.

"No way?"

Grantham had a look of disbelief.

Brother, your acting skills are a little exaggerated, but you seem guilty.

Looking at this scene, Fu Qian thought in his heart, but he didn't expose it directly.

"uncertain."

"I just think that this should not be affected by an ordinary full moon. Here you see."

While speaking, he pointed to a dear friend outside the wall.

And looking in the direction he pointed, they quickly understood what he meant.

A well-dressed young man, who had been walking before, suddenly bent down slowly and fell to the ground on all fours.

After taking a few steps forward like this, he even got close to the other's leg and rubbed his face affectionately against the other's trousers.

This scene is undoubtedly quite visually impactful, but the group of people were shocked, and all this is not over yet.

After the boy rubbed intimately a few times, the one who was rubbed also slowly fell to the ground.

At the same time, the original boy rolled on the spot and stood up, looking up at the moon.

The slender nails touched the face, and with force from top to bottom, a straight wound was cut out, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Is that what you said no harm was done?"

The shocked Yuan Shan immediately gritted her teeth and looked at Grantham.

"Sorry, I never thought it would be like this."

Grantham apologized unsurprisingly.

"This kind of chaotic behavior that seems contagious, I've never seen it before."

"Rather than contagion, it's better to say flow."

Fu Qian shook his head aside.

There is already a third person walking on all fours outside, and his position is obviously far from the first two.

"It feels like there's some dark longing, coming from the gang themselves, flowing freely around here, making even the night especially dark."

Could this be the real night of the night?
Seeing the increasingly intense crimson moonlight, a thought came to Fu Qian's mind.

(End of this chapter)