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"But, when Rui was attacked, Qin Peidong was chatting with me!" I subconsciously denied Morrie's guess, "It's impossible for him to have the clone technique."

"Don't you think it's strange? You and Rui have lived in this city for decades and have been fine, but ever since you met that kid surnamed Qin, first you fell into a coma, and then Rui was attacked?"

It’s true to say that, dead humans do have the potential to be broom stars, but I don’t know why, but I still can’t help but refute, “Maybe these two things are just a coincidence, and he is not the only human being who can fetch things from space. "

"Anyway, it's better for you to stay away from him, don't..." Hesitantly glanced at Rui who seemed to be waking up, Morrie sighed rare, turned and walked out of the ward.

As soon as he left, Rui fell asleep again, so I could only teleport back to the company and continue to do those boring business to pass the time.

Obviously playing online games at home for the past few years and playing them well, God knows where the sudden idea of ​​wanting to work came from, and he seems obsessive-compulsive and has no intention of quitting at all?

The dead human who came back to the company one step earlier than me was sitting across from the boss to communicate with the boss. When he talked about his pride, he could see his beaming eyebrows through the glass door, and his expression was so vivid.

I really wanted to laugh when I saw it, but just as the corners of my mouth curled up, my expression suddenly froze in a daze.

How long has it been?There is no feeling of being happy and wanting to laugh, but I just concentrate on facing the computer, playing online games intently, watching the little flat characters running around, and passing the long time.

There is no sorrow, no sorrow, no anger, no troubles, and they are obviously Satan's people who are hated by God, but they live a worry-free life like heaven.

This should be a day that all races envy, but unfortunately, one crucial joy is missing.

No sorrow, no joy, living mechanically day by day, emotions are like coffins buried in the soil, because they have not moved for years, the secrets seem to not exist in the world.

I was in a daze, with a hand on my shoulder at some point, "How is Dr. Rui?" The dead human who had finished discussing business with the boss ran out and asked me.

"It's much better." After thinking about it, I still don't think it's necessary to tell him about Rui's situation. If Rui's attack really has something to do with him, I still need to be careful.

The consequences of silver bullets should not be underestimated. The remaining silver debris will work again and again, and it is difficult to truly heal completely.

"That's good, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, remember to come to me if you have anything to do." The dead human paused, "If you can't sleep at night, you can come and chat with me, don't wander outside alone, making you look pitiful and homeless .”

"Who is so poor and homeless, I'll go back right away!" No, how did he know that I have a habit of going out at night?

Remembering Morrie's suspicion, I cautiously stared at the dead human: "How long have you been staring at me?"

This city is not much different from other cities. The human residents are separated by doors and walls, and they hear each other, but they never communicate with each other, and often they don't know each other.

Not to mention that dead humans still live upstairs to me. It is not very credible to say that he is a good neighbor.

"From the moment I actually saw you, I've been convinced that it was a sudden passion that brought us together. Certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is even more beautiful. I'm sure we have nothing against each other. Ge, but maybe we passed each other a million times..."

The dead human uttered a stinky and long passage, which seemed very familiar to me. It seemed to be a dialogue from a movie I saw a long time ago, but what did it have to do with the question I asked him?

"I'm so depressed because fate has teased us for many years in the past. The time is ripe and it becomes our destiny. Fate pushes me away and blocks my way..."

"Stop!" I finally couldn't help interrupting his babbling, he didn't have to be so obvious, "I mean how long have you been staring at me?"

Seeing his colleagues come over attracted by his poetic tone, the dead human suddenly burst out a horrifying declaration, "It's very simple, I fell in love with you at first sight, so pay attention everywhere and every step of the way."

"..." After staying for a long time, I helplessly dragged him out of the petrified colleagues and dragged him all the way into the conference room.

Closing the door, temporarily ignoring the relationship between us as predators, I told him very seriously: "Vampires also have genders."

Maybe this guy has read too many ghost novels. The guys called angels under God practice asceticism. There is indeed no distinction between men and women, but we are followers of Satan, and the concept is different.

"I know," the dead human nodded solemnly, "That's not a problem, you can come to chat with me if you have any questions."

Listening to this, it seems that I am a helpless child who was confused, depressed and had nowhere to tell in the youth of human beings. His brother is the role of the intimate sister.

Thinking of the last time Feng Wuhen patted my head and said, "I remember I came to my sister for something", I was very depressed, why did you treat me like a child?

"I'm not that boring, what can I talk to you if I can't sleep at night?" Don't think about it, I've lived for hundreds of years, is there still a problem, and I have to wait for you creatures like bacteria to solve it?Not to mention it's all my food.

I have seen people keep pets and tell their thoughts to puppies and cats, but those dogs and cats are not for eating, right?

The dead human is thick-skinned: "Anyway, you have nowhere to go, you can come over, if you don't chat, we can do something else." He winked at me ambiguously.

It made me even more depressed, and I said angrily, "Okay, this is what you said, I will come to you when I am hungry, and when the time comes, wash my neck, don't hide."

The dead humans stared at me in amazement. After a long time, they finally remembered that I was a vampire, and nodded with a wry smile: "That's fine. I'll help you get some food. It's very convenient." He stretched out his hand and handed me a bag of blood.

A big A was hung on the blood bag, and there was still a tube for dripping at the mouth of the bag!

I took it speechlessly, and I couldn’t express how I felt. If someone told you one day that your pig fell in love with you, how would you feel?

It’s fine when you’ve heard the joke, so I casually threw the bag of blood that was dim in color, and I don’t know if it was spoiled plasma, and threw it into the trash can. I was too lazy to face my colleagues who were watching the joke outside, so I teleported back home in the conference room.

Ray had been sent back by Morrie, who was worried about his safety, and was looking through medical books at his desk as usual.

I look at his bandaged arm, a little sad that it's not a hard plaster cast.

Ever since signing patients' plaster casts became popular, I have been eager to try it, but I have never had a chance. It is a pity that my father asked a famous teacher to instruct me in ink painting since I was a child.

"Why did you come back so early?" Rui didn't look back, "Two bags of blood are in the refrigerator."

I responded, took out a bag and handed it to him.

"I've smoked it." He buried his head in the book, and it was only then that I realized that Rui was not reading ancient medical books.

It was a magic dictionary. It probably had a long history. The pages of the book had turned yellow, and the corners had obvious signs of frequent flipping.

There are a bunch of strange symbols in the book, interspersed with strange words that are partly hidden and hidden. When I looked at the words that flickered and darkened and the symbols that seemed to change their shapes at any time, I only felt that one head was bigger than the other.

I don't know why Rui is interested in watching it with relish, and even taking notes while watching it?

The paper and pen he wrote down were just ordinary notebooks and ballpoint pens used by humans, but it was strange that when the spell was written on the white paper, there was a strange faint effect.

I didn't dare to disturb, and quietly sucked blood while exploring whether the looming part was my visual effect.

Rui looked at it for a while, maybe sympathizing with me being bored alone, closed the book, rubbed the brows that had been frowning while reading the book, and handed me his notes, "You memorize these spells."

"Ah!?" Isn't it?

I'm not bored, I don't need to find things to help me pass the time, really.

Seeing my obvious resistance, Rui's face turned cold, "Quick back."

I looked at the ghostly symbols full of ghosts in silence for a while, and hesitated: "But..."

"What are you talking about?" He impatiently stuffed the notes into my hand, "Remember to memorize them all before going to bed at night." Then he opened the drawer and found another notebook, and opened the thick magic tome for the second time. Keep writing.

I heard that when a workaholic is interrupted when he is busy, his temper is the same as when he is woken up before dawn, but Kanrui's posture seems to be that he will not look up until he has finished reading the magic book .

After weighing it over and over again, I still whispered: "Well, Rui, I can't understand those words and symbols."

Rui turned a page, looked up, and looked at me with very strange eyes, just like the heroine in a science fiction movie I watched a few months ago woke up and suddenly found that her husband was an alien.

"Where were you during Elder Kirk's basic magic lecture?" he asked sternly.

"Magic class?" I raised my head in surprise, "When did it happen?"

He closed his eyes patiently, "Dawn after every full moon night, the back garden of the patriarch's residence."

When I lived in London, I carefully recalled the garden where Mrs. Myers lived, but during the day, during the day I slept...

Seeing that Rui's face was not looking good, I had to say implicitly, "You know, when I was in London, I always slept day and night."

"On the night of the full moon, our family usually go out to hunt together, and absorb the full moonlight, so we can almost walk in the sunlight the next day. You said you were sleeping?" Rui's forehead showed a slight vein.

I felt a bit guilty: "I didn't want to sleep at first, but as soon as I returned to my residence, my biological clock kicked in, and I fell asleep naturally." Coupled with the beautiful sound of incantations like hypnotic music, it seems difficult not to fall asleep .

"Forget it," Rui stroked his forehead weakly, "I'll teach you, follow me to recite."

"Ice elves bathed in the aurora, please lend me your ingenious skills to build an eternal and indestructible crystal wall!" Rui recited a long spell clearly and fluently without even reading the book.

"... Let's build an eternal wall of crystal!" I followed him, and the pronunciation should be pretty accurate.

Ray nodded approvingly.

The next spell he taught was long and stinky, and I yawned and followed it.

"No, it's 'Pain and Sorrow Befall'," Rui corrected.

"The eternity closed in the chaos, the balance broken in nothingness, staying in the abyss of the universe, the great god who was called, please answer my prayer, overlap fantasy and reality, interweave weak and strong, change each other face, bringing pain and sorrow to him." I recited it.

"These two are for defense, and the bottom one is for attack," Rui recited a lengthy paragraph with ease.

Hey, it's such a long paragraph, such beautiful music, such a familiar rhythm, I read it according to the script in a daze...

"Wake up for me," blinked, and found that Rui was shaking my shoulders with both hands with a livid face.

Wait, hands?I couldn't help being shocked.

"Hey," hurriedly grabbed his left hand, "Are you injured?"

He let go: "You also know that I am an injured patient, how dare you carry me halfway to sleep?"

"This..." I dare not tell him that this mantra is an effective lullaby for me to fall asleep immediately when I am full of energy the day after the full moon night.

"Recite it again." Devil Rui leaned back on the chair and continued to sing the lullaby.

I endured dozing off and sang along with him.

Sleepy!

sleepy!

Super sleepy!

There was a familiar touch on my shoulder, and I was taken aback again and woke up. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and grabbed Rui's hand in time.

Shake it a few more times, not to mention commanding the blood race, he doesn't have to be a surgeon for now.

Having known each other for hundreds of years, Rui has never given up these two words in his dictionary. Unfortunately, this spell has an extraordinary influence on me.

In the middle of the night, Rui's patience reached the limit, and when he started to smile, he realized that something was wrong, and there were many lessons learned from the past, so I teleported out the door without hesitation.

Rui, of course, was not interested in playing that kind of running and chasing children's games, so he stayed at home and didn't come out.

I can't go to Mori, Miss Feng's terror has never been seen before or since, and going to their house is undoubtedly automatically sent to the door as a medicine man.

I used to stay awake at night, watching movies and playing games almost all the time, but I have watched it for many years. Recently, I have watched all the good movies and games recently...

This is the reason why I will travel alone at night outside.

Wandering under the gate of the building for a long time, the night wind gently blows my face, the stars are shining, such a beautiful night, why does Rui insist on me reciting the spell of that Lao Shizi?

Strange, we have known each other for hundreds of years, but he never cared what I did, why did he insist on me learning the almost forgotten magic today?

There are very few accidents around Rui. Time passes by unconsciously, and his life is always on a regular basis. Compared with our lives, his injury this time is actually considered a very big accident.

And Rui was injured, if it was not an accident, but intentionally done by someone with a heart...

Thinking of this, I shuddered all over, and hurried back.

He entered the door anxiously, seeing that he was still sitting on the chair, he felt relieved.

"Since you're back, let's continue memorizing." Rui handed me his notes without raising his eyelids.

I glanced and found that the two mantras I had memorized had been fixed in ink, and of course the long ghostly symbols behind were still flickering on and off.

With 12 points of energy, I sang a lullaby with Rui, and finally finished a complete section without falling asleep.

Ray looked at me in surprise.

"The next paragraph," I clenched my fist, "I will definitely recite it all."

Rui's expression was very pleased.

"Don't worry!" I patted his uninjured shoulder, "The witcher is here, I will protect you."

He shook his head: "Do you think you can defend against demon hunters with this meager offensive and defensive skills?"

"...If it's useless, why did you ask me to recite it?"

"Self-protection," Rui'e snapped out two words between his teeth, suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked at me in shock, "I don't have any concept of magic, how did you teleport?"

"Mrs. Myers taught me to use my mind!" I replied without thinking.

Rui looked at me silently for a while: "Intentions are usually used by magic practitioners when they encounter a bottleneck in their cultivation and cannot break through. Then they will use the magic to break through with all their spiritual power. You actually..."

In other words, the only special case that can be used once is the only special case that can be used once when I learn to die but I can’t learn a certain magic. I didn’t learn anything, so I just used this special case.

Looking at me sullenly, Rui's eyes suddenly became serious: "It turns out that you have never teleported, and you dare to wander around like a blind man?"

"I can see it." I justified, without explaining, I guess Ray won't let me use teleport next time.

Rui jumped up from the sofa: "Impossible, that special case can only be used once by each practitioner."

I don't know about this, anyway, before I teleport, I think about that place, and the image will come out, so the so-called rules are really meant to be broken.

Rui thought for a while, and made sure that I was not lying. After all, I have known each other for hundreds of years, and I would never be able to hide this from him, so in the end he just stared at the magic book in a daze in bewilderment.

I did what I said, and I recited the book until midnight, and finally recited all the low-level magic spells in his mouth fluently.

Before going to bed, I really felt a sense of accomplishment. I probably sang too many lullabies, and I slept very soundly that night.

When he got up in the morning, Rui went to work with his wound on his head. According to him, he could command others to perform the operation without using his hands.

I opened the bag of blood he left behind and ate while trying to recall the Great Breaking spell that I had worked so hard to memorize yesterday.

But?

Why don't you have any impression?

"..." After thinking and thinking, I still didn't feel anything.

Dead, how do I explain to Rui now?

Just as he didn't know what to do, there was a loud knock on the door at this moment.

"Quick, look out of the window." Accompanied by the knock on the door, was the extremely excited voice of the dead human, "If you don't look, it will be too late."

It's rare that his bad habit of pulling my collar didn't show up, so I just glanced at the window in cooperation.

Seeing this, I couldn't help being stunned.

I saw a bright and clear sky, a blue sky and a bright day, and a cloud of pink fog appeared strangely in the midair. What was even more weird was that this cloud of fog flew towards the building in an unbiased manner, and slowly merged into the outer wall. .

"Let's go to the 25th floor, there's a good show!" As soon as the words were finished, the bad habits of dead humans broke out again. After dragging me by the collar and dragging me to him, he waved his hands and shouted, "Teleport, teleport shift."

No matter how you look at the tone and movements, it looks like a Yankee waving on the streets of England, "TAXI, TAXI", I don't know if he did it on purpose.

Forget it, anyway, I was also curious, so I reluctantly gave him a hand.

When we reached the 25th floor, the pink mist had just landed, and a baby-faced boy in sportswear came out of it, and the dead humans who failed to hunt for strange things were immediately disappointed.

"Even if the octopus monster in "The Mist" doesn't appear, at least there should be a standard Taoist or magician dressed up to seduce the eyes!" He sighed.

"The Taoist robe is too long, and it's easy to trip." Unexpectedly, the boy turned his head and saw the dead human, smiled at him, and his tone of explanation sounded very kind.

Seeing that his personality was straightforward and he had no intention of hiding anything, the dead human immediately cheered up, and his eyes sparkled again.

"It turns out that the so-called soaring clouds and fog in mythological novels is really true!" He looked at the boy with longing, and I guess he would say "Take me for a ride" in the next sentence.

Sure enough, the dead human showed a look of admiration to the young man, "I don't know if I have the honor to experience this magical magic of flying against the wind?"

Probably all teenagers have a desire to be affirmed by adults.

I remember when I was a human being, every time my father praised my ink painting, he would be in high spirits all day long.

That boy was no exception, the dead human's exaggerated admiration obviously succeeded in pleasing him.

He blushed slightly and nodded, folded his palms together and twirled around to make a movement, murmuring a few words in a low voice, only to see the fading mist floating in the corridor for a long time gradually thicken and grow, and landed in front of us.

The boy shyly made a "please" gesture, the posture was very unskilled, obviously it was the first time he did this gesture.

I looked at the wet mist hesitantly for a long time, and I was really skeptical that a large pile of things made of raindrops could be used to carry people.

But unfortunately, there was a dead human standing next to him whose movement speed was countless times faster than his thinking speed, and he had forcibly dragged him into the mist before he could think about the result.

When I walked in, I realized that this is really a veritable fog, cold and humid, because it is too thick, and the light can hardly penetrate, so although it is not invisible, it is still dark.

I have lived in London for a long time, and I have a blood race physique, so I have basically adapted well to staying in the fog, but the dead human is different from me. From the fact that he holds my trembling arm from time to time, I know that he must be very cold.

The young man said a few words silently, and after a while, he felt a sense of floating. This feeling of not being able to step on the ground seemed familiar. I concentrated on recalling, but I couldn't remember when I had the same experience.

The feeling of floating didn't last long. About after the dead human finally couldn't resist the cold and sneezed, I felt my feet step on the ground.

It was strange that we came out of the fog, and the place we were in turned out to be the living room of an ordinary family. The dead human sniffed and asked the boy, "Is this the mansion?"

The teenager smiled and nodded.

The dead humans and I looked around, but saw that the furnishing of this home was not much different from what we saw when we first explored it. It was still an ordinary and ordinary living room.

"This is my sister." The young mute girl came out of the kitchen to make hot tea and gestured. The little Taoist priest took the tea and introduced it to us with a smile.

As if the dead human had found a treasure, he immediately took it and drank a big cup with his head raised.

I have never been very interested in liquids other than blood, so I shook my head at her to show that I was not cold.

The woman didn't force herself, she cleared the table, and ran to the kitchen virtuously to continue kneading her dough. Not long after, the smell of deliciously baked bread wafted from the kitchen.

"Great, my sister made an apple pie." The little Taoist priest on the other side of the sofa cheered and greeted us warmly, "Let's have some together! The apple pie my sister made is delicious."

"Well, well, then you're welcome." Maybe he ran out to watch the excitement as soon as he got up, and he didn't even have time to eat breakfast. The dead human was salivating because of the aroma of the apple pie, and nodded immediately upon hearing this.

This guy seems to be born with a kind of self-familiar ability, and he can chat well with people he just met, which can be seen from the happy smile of the little Taoist priest on the side.

After the apple pie was served, the two chatted while eating, and exchanged profound views on the magic principle of the formation of the fog.

The critical point of ice magic and water magic is only a little bit away. If you find the plane between the two critical points, you can break through the space and form a way to make a leap. I am confused.

Sitting on the sofa bored and yawning, I leaned back, but I felt a slight discomfort from being coughed on my neck. Well, most of them can't feel it.

But since I felt it now, I reached out and touched it casually. Of course, I didn't touch anything other than the thick leather sofa.

The dead human sitting next to me moved faster than me, tapped the middle finger and index finger of his right hand a few times, and in the blink of an eye, there was a shotgun with a strange shape in his hand.

As the gun was taken out from the air, the sofa behind me also collapsed in, and then I heard a "snap", and the sound of metal falling to the ground came from behind.

Turning around, I saw the young woman leaning over to pick up an equally peculiar magazine, and handing it to the dead human who was holding the barrel and looking up and down.

The barrel of the gun is curved, which is quite different from ordinary shotguns. The dead humans studied it curiously for a long time, but they didn't find any results.

"Don't disassemble it, it will explode." Just when the dead human was about to disassemble the magazine, there was an exasperated shout.

As soon as the sound fell, an arched spray-painted door suddenly appeared on the wall of the inner room, and a blond foreigner strode out from the door, and carefully took the magazine from the hands of the dead humans.

"Brother-in-law, are you done with your experiment?" The little Taoist who was biting into an apple pie smiled and handed over the plate. After the blond man took it, he immediately grabbed the remaining apple pie and munched on it.

He ate much faster than dead humans and little Taoist priests. He finished eating in a hurry, wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and hugged the young woman who came out to clean up, "Honey, the apple pie you made is getting better and better." It's delicious."

His wife is a deaf-mute, so naturally she couldn't hear his voice, but she obviously knew what he was talking about from the look on her face. She smiled at him softly and sat down next to him.

The blond man hugged his wife contentedly, and reverently said "Open Sesame" to the magazine in his hand, and the magazine in his hand opened in response.

"Ruby, turquoise, blue diamond, amethyst, emerald, gold." The dead human looked at the colorful bullets poured out from the pile, and said with emotion, "It's really rich!"

"These are all synthesized by magic, so they are very unstable and will explode at any time." The blond man smiled, loaded the clip, picked up the shotgun, and fired a shot into the sky.

A stream of red light quickly passed through the barrel of the gun, turned a corner in mid-air, and shot straight at the magic spray-painted door that just appeared on the wall, blowing a small hole in the door .

Through the hole in the suspended gate, you can still see the beige-painted, unharmed wall behind.

"This kind of bullet only has an attack effect on things with super magic attributes within half a kilometer, and it will automatically avoid obstacles that do not have super magic attributes."

"Did you experiment with silver bullet casings a few days ago?" I remembered the round bullet that hit Rui before, and turned my head to ask.

"Yes, yes, yes, how do you know?" The blond man leaned towards me eagerly, "A few days ago I passed by the city hospital, and I sensed a powerful magical aura, but I walked in and looked for it for a long time, but couldn't find it. to the source."

"So you fired in the direction of the hospital?"

"Well, this bullet is not very lethal, so it shouldn't cause too much damage." The blond man scratched his messy hair and asked in confusion, "But the hospital is calm, so I don't know what was shot?"

Looking at the dead humans laughing, I suddenly sympathized with Rui who was attacked for no reason.

As the patriarch of the blood clan, this is not good. Although the magic aura is too strong, Xiaoxiao will automatically avoid it, but when encountering an experimental madman like the blond friend, it is really, alas...