Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Bloody Mary can only taste the most tempting with the blood of a virgin witch."

With that said, the old man picked up the western knife on the table and gently stroked Guan Ning's wrist.

Suddenly a bright red blood flowed down.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put the wine glass in his hand under her wrist, and drops of crystal blood slowly fell into the wine glass.

"Come... Master!"

Pushing a wine glass full of Guan Ning's blood to Chen Chen, the old man lightly licked the blood remaining on the knife and said with a smile:

"I hope the master can taste it carefully... otherwise!"

"The blood of this witch hunter is not enough!"

"Ha ha……"

Master Liaochen glanced at the wine glass in front of him, clasped his hands together, his chest kept rising and falling, and the blue veins on his forehead were protruding, apparently on the verge of eruption.

Originally this time, it was invited by Guan Ning to come to the United States to consecrate a relatively large sacred object for their Demon Hunting Organization.

did not expect……

Not long after getting off the plane, he was surrounded by this group of vampires.

Moreover, the old man in front of him is said to be the housekeeper of Prince Dracula, and his strength is terrifying.

In his hands, he couldn't make a few moves at all.

I'm afraid this time Lao Na is going to the West to serve my Buddha!

"Oh?" The old man saw Chen's complexion change for a while, and couldn't help but said softly again:

"It seems that the master doesn't give Charlie face anymore!"

"That……"

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Suddenly, the old man waved his hand again, and Guan Ning next to him floated uncontrollably again.

Slowly standing in the center of the table.

"The blood of witch hunters... is very rare!"

"Everyone... enjoy!"

The young men and women below all stood up excitedly, bloodthirsty red light flashed in their eyes, and they greedily picked up the western knives in their hands.

"Don't...don't..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

"Damn bats, you have to die... go to hell..."

Guan Ning's body began to tremble uncontrollably, with a look of horror on his face, and he kept shouting.

Finished!

The old man in front of him is a vampire marquis, who is almost the top existence among vampires now.

Even if someone from his own demon hunting organization came to rescue, he probably wouldn't be the old man's opponent.

this time……

Certainly dead!

Looking at a group of vampires slowly walking towards him with knives in front of him, Guan Ning closed his eyes in despair.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from the direction of the door, and then the quaint huge metal door was smashed to pieces.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

"Gululu..."

"Gululu..."

A round object was thrown in from outside the door, and slowly rolled over from the door.

Then, a young and slightly immature voice came in.

"Amitabha……"

"So many people are here! It seems that the poor monk was not late..."

"Hongyi!"

"Disciple!"

Two exclamations came from Guan Ning and Master Liaochen at the same time.

Unexpectedly, it was Hong Yi who came in.

Hong Yi lightly brushed off the dust on the white cassock, nodded to Master Chen, and slowly walked into the huge banquet hall.

"Ha ha……"