They all call me master.

Chapter 909: Throwing Dirty Water V

Barrow Hamlet was stunned.

Anger made him irrational.

It even affected his spiritual perception, but Barrow Hamlet's eyes were not blind - he saw that as the 'Descendant of Blood' spoke, a figure jumped out from a house beside the road, and then jumped into a house next to it, and did not stop, but continued to flee.

It was obvious that the other party intended to rely on this method of jumping over roofs and ridges to hinder the "Descendants of Blood".

Really? !

Barrow. Hamlet blinked.

Subconsciously, Barrow wanted to catch this Portriman.

However, the 'Descendant of Blood' took the initiative.

A chill spreads.

Almost instantly, the temperature on the nearby streets dropped to minus thirty degrees Celsius.

Crunch!Crunch!
The sound of ice crystals condensing filled everyone's ears.

The ice crystals began to spread rapidly behind Portriman, just like a giant blue and white python, not only ferocious and terrifying, but also extremely fast.

However, most people no longer have time to watch this scene.

Everyone was shivering, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

But these people did not include the four "entrants" from the seven major families and the Golden Lion Family.

Because the first house that Portriman rushed into was the house where the two "entrants" of the Golden Lion family lived.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Portriman, the two were stunned.

Then, take action.

But Portliman was faster.

A pleasant humming sound appeared in the ears of the two.

Unconsciously, the two of them were in a trance.

At this moment, the two seemed to see an endless wilderness and a mighty lion running wildly in the wilderness. That was - themselves.

This should have been the old lion's position.

At this time, they became themselves.

An instant feeling of joy filled my heart.

Even though they knew it was fake, they both wanted to stay a little longer.

Even if it's just for a second, it's okay.

With such thoughts in mind, the two of them were about to sink unconsciously.

However, the tension brought about by their [spirituality] made them sober up quickly.

Death Chant!

Both of them were still frightened.

Almost!
Just a little bit closer!
fortunately……

No more.

The two people's joy was frozen at this moment.

When the frost of the 'stairs' spread over, the bodies, minds, and even souls of the two 'entrants' were frozen at this moment.

The difference of one level is like the difference between heaven and earth.

Following closely behind were the two "entrants" from the seven major families.

The two men were in the house across the street.

For Portriman, this distance was just a moment.

And the death chant in his mouth did not stop.

Just like the two 'entrants' from the Golden Lion Family, they were instantly pulled into the 'illusion of death'. Even though they were prepared, the outcome did not change.

As both of them are 'entrants', the ancient heritage of 'Dead Poets Society' is clearly revealed at this moment. Although they are 'nobles', they are new nobility of the 'pioneer' era. There is no real heritage in their family at all. Even with the reward from the old lion and thirty years of tireless search for mystery, their foundation is too poor.

The original ceremony had flaws.

The advancement ceremony is also incomplete.

To be able to "enter the level", you have to spend resources like crazy, and you have to have pretty good talent as a prerequisite.

But in Portriman's eyes, these mysterious people who are obsessed with rituals are just big-time Major Arcana-level experts.

Of course, in addition to this, Portriman knew too well what these two people wanted.

It’s as if the two newcomers of the Golden Lion family want to replace the old lion.

The same is true for these two people. At the same time, these two people also hope to be free.

In response, Portriman sneered.

'The signed contract already had the price marked on it.

Want to regret?

Pay with your life.'

The left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' hums death as it passes by the two of them.

Compared to the two 'entrants' of the Golden Lion Family, it was much easier and simpler for him to deal with these two people who were on guard - this was also the reason why he chose to raid the two 'entrants' of the Golden Lion Family first.

Crunch!Crunch!
The giant ice crystal python was chasing after him.

The two "entrants" from the seven major families instantly turned into ice sculptures.

And Portriman's escape continued.

Of course, the route was planned long ago.

Apart from the four "entrants" from the seven major families and the Golden Lion Family, the rest are the leaders of the seven major families, the Golden Lion Family, prestigious people, and some people with good potential.

Previously, Portriman had marked these guys who came to "establish merit".

Now?

It's harvest time, naturally.

Crunch!Crunch!
The ice crystal python kept shuttling back and forth.

Just like the scythe wielded by the god of death.

Members of the seven major families and the Golden Lion Family died one after another.

If possible, Portriman would not mind bringing more death to these guys, but Barrow Hamlet still shouted loudly -

"stop!"

Barrow Hamlet saw the deaths of those from the seven major families and the Golden Lion family.

Although he hoped that all these bastards who took advantage of the situation would die, if they really died at this time, he would be left alone.

When facing his elder brother, he had no choice but to choose.

He was going to fight against his brother, but he wasn't looking for death.

Barrow. Hamlet thought so.

But immediately, the anger reappeared.

'Why should I think so?
Do I think that I am inferior to my brother?
Impossible! Impossible!'

After this Lord Barrow shouted loudly, he stood there in a daze.

At this time, Portliman looked at Mr. Barrow with a sudden inspiration, and shouted with all his strength:

"Sir Barrow, save me!"

There was a loud shout, but it stopped abruptly.

A hand was inserted through the vest and protruded from the chest.

The beating heart was held in that hand.

Then, he squeezed his palm hard.

Snapped!
The heart turned into pulp.

Botriman's eyes rolled back, his legs lost strength, and he was about to kneel on the ground, but the Blood Descendant stabbed him and held him in front of him, asking word by word -

“When you set the trap for that Excellency in Nanlos, did you think of today?

I will take your body to see that Excellency.

You will allow me to repay that Excellency one more favor."

After saying that, the Blood Descendant jumped onto the bat's back along with Portriman's body.

Then, the 'Descendant of Blood' planned to leave.

For the 'descendant of blood' who does his own thing, it is natural for him to leave after the work is done.

As for the damage done to the Inner Bay?
It's none of his business.

He was only after Potriman.

It was Portriman who was wrong, not him, the 'blood descendant'.

However, it was obvious that Barrow Hamlet could not accept all this. Seeing the Blood Descendant jumping on the back of the Blood Bat, he growled:

"Get down here!"

(End of this chapter)