I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 431 Chen Wujiu

Su Fan did not engage in verbal battle with the other party, but simply used his remaining spiritual power to regulate his body and repair his wounds.

Without waiting for Su Fan to reply, the man in Taoist robe continued speaking.

As a bystander, Liam could see clearly that the latter's body had begun to irreversibly collapse. In just two sentences, the part below the knees had almost disappeared.

“It was a really exciting duel.”

The man in the Taoist robe said this with a tone that was a little melancholy and a sense of lingering desire.

"We have met for a long time, but we haven't exchanged names yet."

The dead don't deserve to know my name.

Liam's mind automatically simulated Su Fan's tone and these words popped up.

According to the latter's personality, he would most likely say so.

But it didn't.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke in short syllables.

"Su Fan."

"Chen Wujiu."

The man in Taoist robe named Chen Wujiu got the answer he wanted, and his pale face showed a meaningful expression.

"We'll see each other again soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body disintegrated and turned into disgusting rotten flesh.

Su Fan watched this scene quietly.

Fighting is all about countering each other's moves. If you can understand your opponent's nature and make predictions, you can be one step ahead and seize the opportunity.

If the opponent is equally matched, you will be able to feel the other person's thoughts during this process.

No blame means no fault.

The name is just as it sounds, how ironic.

He did all kinds of unscrupulous things, but he never considered himself guilty. He just thought that those he killed deserved to die.

They were qualitatively different from the cult members Su Fan had encountered before.

Cult members use constant hypnosis from the outside world and themselves to distort their views on good and evil and values ​​in order to reduce or offset the guilt caused by harming others.

The man in Taoist robe is different.

His ideas have not changed and are the same as those of ordinary people.

What belief supports him to do such things and yet remain calm?
Su Fan's body swayed and he staggered, but he quickly stabilized his balance.

He turned around and saw Liam.

The latter did not leave directly, but walked towards him.

"If you don't run for your life, why are you still staying here?"

"You know... uh... it looks like something bad might happen if you're left here like this. It's a mess up there."

The middle-aged man spoke haltingly.

After being in the upper class society for such a long time, which is full of beasts in human form, he has to be extremely thick-skinned.

But Liam didn't think he was so shameless as to leave the seriously injured benefactor who had been saved by him many times to fend for himself.

"Do you need my help?"

He stepped forward and extended his hand, but Su Fan waved him off.

"Thank you, no need to."

The latter walked towards the cross with somewhat stiff movements, raised his hands twice and cut the restraints.

The suffering saint fell from above into Su Fan's arms.

Looking at the other person's rather peaceful face, Su Fan did not forget to carefully check his physical condition. Seeing that he was not contaminated by the strange aura, he felt relieved.

[The white linen robe she was wearing carried a holy power, and must be a treasure similar to the holy shroud.]

[The Church was willing to give her this thing... But thanks to it, Theresa was able to stay safe. ]

After being freed from the cross, Theresa's clothes returned to their previous state.

It seems that resisting the erosion of strange power has consumed a lot of its strength.

But soon, Su Fan felt a small amount of gentle power coming along his left arm. This holy power was very pure, without any heat, just to repair Su Fan's damaged body.

He looked down into his arms, but saw that Theresa's eyes were still closed.

She seemed to sense the changes in the outside world and her expression relaxed a little.

At the same time, a pair of soft and boneless arms wrapped around Su Fan's neck.

The warm holy power was transmitted to Su Fan's body through the close contact of skin, healing the hidden injuries left by the latter from the previous battle.

Spiritual power itself has the instinct to protect its master and is quite repulsive to external forces.

After the previous battle with Baimon, Ron wanted to use his power to heal Su Fan, but failed.

It now seems that the rejection reaction of spiritual power can be eliminated through direct contact.

[It's worth my trouble to save you. 】

Su Fan thought with a hint of sarcasm in his heart.

Theresa seemed to sense something and tightened her arms around Su Fan slightly, burying her head in the crook of Su Fan's neck.

The light pine scent and the warm touch came to him, which made him enjoy it very much.

Su Fan closed his eyes.

He certainly did not indulge in the gentleness of life, but used his spiritual sense to explore every corner of the building, looking for Caius's trace.

The whirlpool can only be destroyed by those who are neither alive nor dead, and the final finishing work cannot be done without the participation of vampires.

Liam only felt a vibration under his feet, as if some huge monster was causing trouble underground.

In a short while, one black coffin after another broke through the remaining concrete floor and emerged from the ground.

These objects emitting deathly and yin energy were neatly arranged in front of the two people.

Su Fan snapped his fingers lightly, and the unreasonable upward air current opened all the coffin lids.

Liam, who was watching the whole thing, had his eyelids twitching.

He was indeed right.

Fortunately, I didn't leave in front of them, otherwise...

Su Fan, who was standing half a step ahead, had no intention of watching Liam's expression change.

When he saw the scene inside the coffin, his eyes narrowed.

Liam's body was now entangled in red string with copper coins strung on it, and his eyes and nose were blocked by special talisman paper.

The talisman paper was stained black by blood, and not only that, there was also a gray aura lingering around its body.

Looking at the vampires who were dressed similarly to Caius, they were treated the same way.

Their nails grew horribly long and black, and their faces changed from their original sickly paleness to a slightly darker color.

It is estimated that in a short time, it will become the same as the zombies on the upper level.

A sharp sword intent emerged, and the red ropes bounding the many vampires and the talisman papers on their eyes and noses were neatly cut. For a moment, the sound of copper coins falling to the ground was endless.

After their senses were unblocked, the vampires opened their eyes in unison, with confusion reflected in their eyes.

But soon this confusion was replaced by hunger and bloodthirst.

After experiencing such a sudden change and not eating for a long time, their desire for human blood has reached its peak.

And right in front of me there was a human being covered in blood.

Why not eat a buffet that’s served to your door?

But before their true forms were revealed, a figure was seen rushing out first.

Damn it! Someone has acted without any moral principles!

Oh my god! It's the legendary tyrant Caius Volturi!
I never thought that one day I would be able to see this gentleman hunting with my own eyes.

This human died a worthy death.

As soon as the vampires had such thoughts in their minds, they saw Caius, the third-in-command of the Volturi who led them, kneeling on the ground from a distance, and his body continued to slide in front of the human.

The blond young man had a firm face and a loud voice. Without saying a word, he started to bang his head three times, making the already battered concrete floor even worse.

"Thank you for saving my life!"

(End of this chapter)