Baishixian Road

Chapter 377
In the seventeenth century, a small country in Ouzhou.

Baroque stood in his luxurious manor, looking at the bright moonlight outside, rubbing his slender fingers on the exquisite cuffs.

At this time, a carriage came from a distance, passed through the tidy garden, the sound of horseshoes on the stone road made a crisp sound, and the oil lamp hanging in front of the carriage was swinging back and forth, the moving light and shadow seemed to give a sense to the dead manor Brings a touch of vitality.

An old man in a formal dress got off the carriage. He took off the hat on his head, tidied up his messy hair, put it on again, straightened his collar, and walked into the luxurious manor with a cane.

"Hammer, my old friend, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Baroque went downstairs to greet him. He was taller than the average person, with a very handsome and angular face under his blond hair.

The old man named Hammer also smiled: "You are still so different. If I remember correctly, Baroque, you are 30 years older than me."

"That doesn't prevent us from becoming best friends. This time, you went to the Holy See, how did you talk with them?" Baroque asked.

The old man Hammer smiled wryly and shook his head.

"They still don't agree with us breaking the border. In the Holy See, there are a group of old and stubborn people. I really want to break their necks." At this time, there was a trace of murderous intent in Hanmer's eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of murder in his voice. The roar of the beast.

"No, don't be impulsive, Hammer, don't forget our plan." Baroque smiled gracefully; "Besides, the Holy See is only following the 'taboo' order to prohibit breaking the border."

"Taboo? I've known the word for a long time, but what exactly is taboo?" Hammer asked.

"Perhaps, it's just a group of bastard capitalists who made money themselves but didn't allow others to make money." Baroque shook his head: "In short, we must do this matter of breaking the border."

"This is tantamount to declaring war with the Holy See." Hammer was a little worried.

"No, then we have no chance of winning."

"What do you mean?"

"Hammer, you forgot, I am not only a powerful blood race, but also a mystic who is proficient in magic, I am also a scientist, an architect, to use my favorite adage, the corner is everything The enemy of good architecture, science, is the end of all things."

"I don't understand, Baroque, you know, I like to be direct when I talk and do things."

"Understood, then, maybe you will understand, how do you view the world?"

"What?" Hammer obviously didn't understand that well, and he couldn't turn his mind.

"In other words, let me ask you, how do you think this world was formed?" Baroque asked, pointing to a globe he had just made on the table.

"I don't know, but according to the Holy See, God created everything, and he is the great creator..."

"Hehe!" Baroque sneered: "No, no, if you like reading, studying history and science like me, you will know that God is just a person who was born earlier. or, but he has no power to create the world. Then, I ask you again, God, who created it?"

"This..." The question was obviously beyond Hammer's understanding, and the CPU in his mind showed signs of smoking.

"If you explore carefully, you will find that history is like a bottomless abyss. After you discover something, you will always realize that there will be more things below, but also more dangerous. All we have Everything you know, the Holy See, God, blood, werewolves, everything is below, including the so-called 'taboo'."

When Baroque talked about this, there was light in his eyes, as if he was talking about the spring in the clothes of a peerless beauty.

"Baroque, what exactly are you going to say?" Hammer, unable to keep up with the other party's train of thought, chose to give up and lay flat.

"I mean, the world, the world we see, may be reconstructed, like, a beautiful building, but as long as it is a building, there must be corners, according to my favorite adage 'Corners are the enemy of all good buildings', which means that no matter how good an architect is, when designing a building, there will inevitably be some 'useless' corners. And I found one of them , a corner abandoned by them."

"What?" Hammer understood this time.

"I plan to move all of us in, and I have built a 'treasure hall' belonging to us in it, which will store all the treasures and secrets we have collected, and we will break through in it, and then become existences beyond God, By the way, you know, the corner, why is it called a corner? Because, it will never be noticed."

"But, what if something happens? We need to reserve some backup."

"Yes, I will separate a body, his name is Locke, yes, my name is Baroque, he is a part of me, so I will give him this name, and I will seal part of the information into his memory ...if we had an accident in there, his memory would be activated and he would come to our aid."

"It looks like you've got everything planned, so let's get started."

……

Xu Mo looked at this blood-filled world, feeling as if he had entered some kind of viscous liquid.

But it doesn't feel suffocating.

"The feeling here is similar to the Lightless Ghostland, but it's different."

Xu Mo made a comment.

He looked back, and the bloody door had been slowly closed.

It's like there's no turning back.

Jane also came in.

She showed some fear. This woman who claims to be a high-ranking blood race probably doesn't have much left in her heart.

Strictly speaking, Jane's strength is not bad.

Much more powerful than that trash Charlie.

Even better than Singh.

But in Xu Mo's eyes, the vampires are all trash, and so far, he has never encountered a single one who can fight.

The so-called high-level vampires are nothing but high-level waste.

Naturally, if this is a special 'dimension' constructed by the vampires, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

But Xu Mo soon discovered the problem.

"It's very big here, even with mountains and lakes, how could those blood races create this level of spatial dimension?"

Xu Mo realized something was wrong.

But how to explore, or how to explore, there will be no delay.

Soon, along the road ahead, Xu Mo found a building.

It looks like a church, but it's definitely not. Next to it, Xu Mo found a cemetery with hundreds of stone tombstones standing inside.

Go over and take a closer look, and there are words engraved on the tombstone.

It generally indicates who is buried, when he was born, and when he died.

"Joseph? 1601-1647..."

Xu Mo took a look. Most of the tombstones were engraved with names, birth and death years.

But there were none in the latter ones. Xu Mo even discovered that there was a grave that had not been covered with soil, and only bones were left lying underneath.

It gives people the impression that he was the last person to die, and no one prepared a funeral for him. He was alone, lying in a pre-dug grave, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Perhaps, these people built this building!"

Xu Mo turned his head and looked at the building next to him. It was indeed in line with the architectural style of the 17th century.

Now, of course you have to go in and see.

Xu Mo felt that he was very close to the truth of Sir Locke.

Walking to the door, Jane also followed. She told Xu Mo that this is a standard aristocratic mansion, and it should be a 'treasure hall'.

"Treasure Hall?"

"Yes, most of the blood races have a longer lifespan than ordinary people. In the relatively long years, they have to find something to do. Collecting treasures is a hobby of many blood races. I also have a treasure house, but it's not as big as this."

There was still envy on Jane's face.

Xu Mo understands that this is a private museum.

Knock on the door politely.

wait.

After a long time, the door was opened.

A man opened the door suspiciously and looked outside.

With just one glance, Xu Mo recognized it.

This person is none other than Sir Locke.

In the manor of the other party, there is a portrait of Sir Locke. The person in the portrait is the same person as the person in front of him.

"Jane?" Sir Locke obviously didn't know Xu Mo, but he knew the high-level council member behind him, the fortune teller Jane.

And it can be seen that they are still acquaintances.

"Lock, I finally found you." Jane's tone was a bit unfriendly. Obviously, within the blood clan, her status was higher than the other party's, so her tone had a kind of superiority.

"I didn't expect you to find this place." Locke didn't take this tone seriously. After a brief surprise, the other party didn't lose his manners, but opened the door and invited Xu Mo and Jane in.

"Sit down, please. By the way, I haven't asked this one yet..." Sir Locke looked at Xu Mo.

"Xu Mo!" Xu Mo also had a smile on his face: "Professor Xiaogong's friend, he is the one who asked me to find you. Sir Locke is not easy to find."

"Professor Komiya?" Sir Locke thought for a while, then nodded: "I haven't seen him for a long time, what do you want from me?"

Xu Mo always said something.

To be honest, what secret business Sir Locke came here for actually has nothing to do with Xu Mo, all he wants is the 'Nine Ghosts Soul Eater Crown'.

Xu Mo took out the photo.

"Is this thing in your hand?"

Sir Locke looked at the photograph.

He didn't express his opinion, but looked at Xu Mo.

"What are you looking for this thing for?"

"Of course there is something for me, so let's make a price." Xu Mo was very proud. Things that can be solved with money are nothing.

"I'm sorry, this item is indeed in my hands, but I have no intention of transferring it. You may have to come here for nothing." Sir Locke directly refused.

Moreover, there is obviously no room for negotiation.

Xu Mo smiled.

"Sir Locke may not have understood what I mean. What I mean is, you have to pay a price for this thing, otherwise, I would be a little embarrassed to hold it."

After tasting for a while, the other party realized the meaning of this sentence.

That means, if you give, you have to give, and if you don’t give, you have to give.

Is it self-decent, or is it the meaning of others helping you to be decent.

"Are you going to use force? What are you? Do you have the qualifications?" Sir Locke's face turned cold, and he stood up from his chair abruptly, and his momentum also rose.

very powerful.

Xu Mo also got up, walked over, reached out and pressed the other's shoulder, near the neck.

Using force with his fingers, he forcefully pushed the other person back to his seat.

"Don't be so angry, isn't this a discussion with you? Although we don't have friendship, we still have Professor Xiaogong's face, right?"

Xu Mo's meaning was also very clear.

Just to tell the other party that if you didn't have Professor Xiaogong's face, you, an old boy, would have been beaten to the ground long ago.

A gleam of fear finally appeared on Sir Locke's face.

Because the other party pressed him just now, he had no strength to resist at all.

too strong.

The sense of oppression generated by that absolute power directly woke Sir Locke up.

"You're right, and Professor Komiya's face is in it, so please wait a moment, I'll go get things." Sir Locke is also flexible.

At this time, I confessed directly.

Don't admit it.

He felt like his shoulder was about to be crushed.

He didn't cry, it's because his bones are hard.

"Okay, let's go."

Xu Mo finally let go of his hand, and then thoughtfully helped the other party tidy up his clothes.

Sir Locke stood up grinning, half of his body seemed to be numb, and the pain was severe, but he could only endure it. After all, he was also a powerful blood race.

Xu Mo didn't think the opponent had any cards.

After all, in his eyes, the blood alliance and the high-level council are nothing worth mentioning.

Not to mention this Sir Locke.

But when the other party went upstairs, after a while, Xu Mo suddenly frowned.

cursed.

"Damn, miscalculated!"

Over there, a terrifying blood aura spread out.

Then, an old man with a tube inserted all over his body and who seemed to be wearing a respirator came out of it. The other person looked like a corpse that had just been dug out of a coffin.

Dry, with signs of stitches on the stomach, as if viscera had been replaced.

Xu Mo immediately thought of the five people who were killed by Sir Locke who fit the attributes of the five elements, and the five internal organs that had been taken from their bodies.

"So, Sir Locke is for this person?" Xu Mo frowned.

The opponent should also be a blood race.

But without a doubt, it was the strongest vampire he had seen so far.

So strong, even much stronger than the current Xu Mo.

A vampire who broke through multiple levels.

This is not counting.

From the side basement, there was also a terrifying roar at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the basement was smashed by a huge force, and then, a werewolf with black hair crawled out from below.

Also a werewolf who has broken through many times, he is probably a hundred times stronger than Victor.

Seeing this scene, the 'Jane' behind was also pale with fright, her hands trembled, and the Tarot cards in her hand fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

A strange scene happened, all the cards were turned upside down, except for one.

Death card, face up.

"Roar!"

The terrifying vampire and werewolf rushed over at the same time.

(End of this chapter)