43. Chapter 43

After noon, the cloudy sky became even darker.

It was as if someone had taken a brush and dipped it in ink and drawn a line in the sky. All of a sudden, all the rolling clouds gathered together, making people feel depressed.

Such weather made other people uncomfortable, but it was very comfortable for Anthony.

He was a half-vampire.

Legend has it that there are many things that vampires dislike the most, such as garlic, holy water, cross, sunlight... and so on.

In fact, vampires only dislike sunlight. Unless holy water is blessed by a cathedral, it is difficult to cause harm to them.

But this disadvantage is more obvious in half-vampires.

Half-vampires are actually humans who have not yet been fully transformed. The blood clan can only increase their abilities to the top level of humans, and cannot cross the boundaries of humans, because this is also one of the iron laws set by the main system.

So half-vampires hate sunlight very much, even more than real vampires.

In their infinite loop, the base castle of the Night Clan used thick curtains to block the light from outside, and at most they only lit candlesticks for other visiting guests. Because vampires have excellent night vision, so good that they can easily see things in a dark place.

"Where are we going now?"

Lin Guoxing asked.

He is a relatively honest existence among the A-level. He can get along with everyone on weekdays, and dares to speak in front of the hot-tempered and arrogant barbarian Anthony. The other B-level and C-level elders also followed behind them obediently.

"What's the hurry? Look around first to see if there is any missing information."

Anthony stopped and directed the other elders to explore nearby, but he stood there calmly.

He obviously didn't take this copy seriously.

Although there were two S-levels who came in with them, Anthony's strength was high-level A-level, and he also followed His Highness into the S-level copy during the infinite loop. Now facing this copy that is not as difficult as the S-level, he is naturally much more negligent.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, his biggest rival, Vincent, is dead.

No one expected that one of His Highness Fan Zhuo's right-hand men would not even make it through the first instance of the horror trainee. Anthony almost died of laughter after hearing the news. He opened several bottles of whiskey overnight and celebrated with his confidants that he had solved his old rival without any effort.

So Anthony is now in a very leisurely posture, even with his hands behind his head, slowly admiring the surrounding scenery.

In this instance, there are only three people who really need his attention.

The first two are the only two S-level bosses in the instance, Zhuge An and Azan in black.

Anthony is not worried about Azan in black. Although this No. 4 practices the most evil ghost-raising technique, he is an upright and upright person. He rarely plays tricks and even often gives away information for free. For example, just now in the mourning hall, he gave everyone information that a Yin Po was a Yin person.

As for Zhuge An, this is the one Anthony dare not mess with.

Although he is called a barbarian and does things directly, he is not really brainless, otherwise he would not be able to reach the position of the Night Clan's senior leader. Anthony knows clearly who to provoke and who not to provoke. People like No. 3 are the ones he wants to avoid.

In the cursed mask, Fan Zhuo and Anthony were one of the three forces. After being played around by Zhuge An, they left a very deep psychological shadow. Until now, he feels pain when he sees that face. He believes that even if he can't make friends with this character, he must never make enemies with him.

But in fact, the first two are not that important. The most important one is the third one.

The white-haired one, who looks better than a woman and is said to have unlimited potential as a C-level trainee, Zong Jiu.

This is the number one candidate that Anthony should pay attention to.

As for why——

After the conflict at the A-level gambling table, Anthony was beaten up by Fan Zhuo.

"I hate people who disobey my orders."

Under the dim candlelight, the man's handsome face is majestic and cold.

The double-headed eagle emblem on the black and gold military uniform shone dimly under the flickering candlelight, and the long saber was placed on the conference table beside him.

He looked at his subordinates kneeling on the ground and said in a cold and hard voice, "Remember, there will be no next time."

"Yes... Your Highness."

Under the pressure from the origin of his blood, Anthony felt that his heart was tightened, and he couldn't bear it for a second.

Fan Zhuo looked at him coldly, without any pressure, but turned and walked to the window with silver-edged patterns.

Room No. 2 was luxurious enough, and even had a small garden. Looking out from the crimson tapestry, you can just see the tulip fields blooming outside.

"Keep an eye on him."

Although he didn't say who it was, Anthony, who was bowing his head on the ground, knew it well.

"When necessary... protect him."

Anthony ended his recollection.

The expression on his face was very bad.

This was the only time His Highness gave him a protective order, and the target was an extremely ordinary C-level.

Even if he made a big splash in Las Vegas and collected a million chips, so what? After all, he was just a fledgling rookie.

Not to mention a rookie, even powerful old men have never been treated differently by His Highness, so what virtue can a rookie have?

Having said that, Anthony, who had experienced disobedience once, did not intend to experience it again.

So although he was unhappy with the C-level who tripped him up in the casino and made him lose face, he still did not choose to do anything after entering the deserted village copy.

"Senior Anthony!"

Just as Anthony was looking down, an old man in the team hurried over from a distance, "We felt Yin Qi in many villagers' houses when we were exploring."

Yin Qi?

Anthony frowned, "Is it Bodhisattva soil?"

As a senior old man, he certainly knew what the appearance of Yin Qi meant.

Just in the morning, a low-level shaman in the team quietly shared information with them, saying that the "Buddha soil" enlightened by the Bodhisattva in the mouth of the villagers in this deserted village is actually extremely cold.

It makes sense. If it is not extremely cold, how could it be possible that any plant transplanted there would not survive as the villagers said. To a certain extent, the only plants that can survive in this environment are probably the so-called "immortal grass" with the most yang attribute and not afraid of cold.

The old man who delivered the information shook his head, "My perception is limited. I just feel that the yin energy in the big house at the northernmost end of the village is particularly heavy."

The north of the village?

Lin Guoxing pondered, "Isn't that the house of the village chief's family?"

Yesterday, another team was collecting firewood at the old locust tree, and Anthony was not idle either.

They were skilled and bold, and they directly launched an investigation, and explored the locations and residences of other villagers in the village. Naturally, they knew that the big earth house in the north and the firewood room were all the territory of the village chief's family. In addition to the village chief, Wang Shou and his son also lived there.

In addition, they also got a lot of information.

For example, Wang Shou's first wife died in childbirth after giving birth to a son. The wife who fled back to her parents' home was a widow he married from the next village. When the widow married, she brought a daughter with her. She was the one they saw Wang Shou sell to human traffickers in the pre-plot.

"We just went to the woodshed and saw that Wang Shou had captured his wife and locked her up in the woodshed. The newcomers from another team had a conflict with them and were shouting there."

"Don't worry about them. A group of newcomers can't achieve anything."

Anthony sneered and waved his hand, motioning them to follow.

Seeing that there was an A-level leader, the other old men who wanted to complete the dangerous challenge together were naturally eager to do so, and hurriedly followed behind him.

Halfway through the walk, Lin Guoxing suddenly asked, "By the way, has anyone seen the black-clad Azan?"

"Yes, he was checking door to door with us before."

Another old man shrugged, "But we were looking for Yin Qi, but he seemed to be rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something. Later, we didn't pay attention to him, and we didn't see him in a blink of an eye."

As they were talking, they walked to the mud house in the north.

The house was very quiet, and Wang Shou and the old village chief must have not returned yet.

Anthony made a gesture, and several AB-level trainees climbed over the wall lightly.

The mud houses in the countryside usually have wooden bars on the windows, so you can't get in, you can only break through the door.

Skills like lock picking are basically lit up by old survivors with survival points, so after a while, several people nodded. One person stood behind the tree at the door, watching the situation outside vigilantly. Another person went to the back of the house, alert to other changes that might occur at any time.

Anthony and Lin Guoxing stepped into the house.

The light in the room was very dim, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

The place where the village chief lived was of course much better than the place where ordinary villagers lived. Not only was it fully furnished, but there was also a thick quilt on the kang. Apart from these, there was nothing suspicious at first glance.

But... there was a yin energy.

The two of them exchanged glances.

Lin Guoxing took out his human skin drum, and Anthony's nails began to dye black from the ends, and both of them had a defensive attitude on their faces.

'I'll go to the bedroom to have a look.'

Lin Guoxing silently pointed to one of the dark rooms. Anthony took the opportunity to choose the door on the other side, hiding himself in the darkness, and slowly moved along the wall.

He came to the kitchen.

The kitchen didn't even have a window, only a chimney on the top, and it was pitch dark.

The huge black iron pot was placed in the center of the kitchen. Below was the burnt cave.

Anthony walked forward with a pair of red eyes, touched the bottom of the pot with his hand, and suddenly felt that his palm was greasy.

If there is oil, there must be meat. The village chief's family must have cooked with meat recently, which would leave such traces.

But the strange thing is that in the famine years, there was no food to eat. They saw no pigs in the village along the way, so where did the meat come from?

The half-vampire squatted down, closed his eyes and let go of his perception, looking for the smell of blood in the air.

If there is meat, the smell of blood will be indispensable. Vampires have a very sensitive sense of smell, and they can easily distinguish even the slightest smell of blood.

After a pause of about ten seconds, Anthony finally caught the faint smell of blood in the kitchen.

He moved to the corner of the wall following the smell and opened the lid of the water tank.

It was dark inside, and a jar of black water floated on it.

Anthony lowered his head, and with the night vision ability of the half-vampire, he could clearly see the blood floating on the water tank and the things sinking under the water.

His pupils dilated slightly.

Combined with the previous few fragments, some clues flashed in his mind.

At this moment, suddenly, a cold hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Anthony reacted quickly. When he felt the heaviness on his shoulder, he grabbed the hand at a speed that ordinary people could hardly see. His sharp black nails cut through the other side like a blade, and he bent his knees and kicked the other side.

However, the half-vampire stopped at the spot when he was halfway through this set of actions.

Anthony was surprised and doubtful, "Why is it you?"

The man smiled slightly, "It's me."

Lin Guoxing shrugged, "I didn't find anything in the bedroom, but there was a sound here. I saw that you didn't come out for a long time, so I came here."

This explanation is not a big problem, but for some reason, there is always a string in the depths of Anthony's mind. Perhaps it is for this reason that he has not let down his guard for a long time, but instead took a half step back.

"You finished the investigation so quickly, and you didn't say anything when you came here. I thought there was something wrong."

Lin Guoxing's combat ability is not good. He is just a logistics staff on weekdays and is not to be feared.

Anthony thought so and gradually relaxed his body's guard.

Wait! No!

The hand on his shoulder was still there, but the temperature seemed to penetrate the heavy clothes and penetrate the coldness into the bone marrow.

The half-vampire looked up suddenly. He looked at the other person's face in the dark and subconsciously wanted to strangle him.

How could Lin Guoxing's hands be cold?

Could it be... that he would be the traitor in this copy?

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The hand on the vampire's shoulder suddenly exerted force. Scarlet blood leaked from the fingers and disappeared.

In a trance, Anthony saw the person opposite him showing a contemptuous smile.

The next moment, something sharp and cold slowly fell from the endless void, pierced into his cerebral cortex, and nailed into the deeper sea of ​​consciousness.

The first puppet thread represented reading, and the second puppet thread represented the subconscious.

This indescribable pain lasted only a moment, and even the wound was barely detectable, let alone being detected by the human eye.

After a moment, not to mention the pain, even what happened just now, all faded away with the stability of the silk thread.

Anthony was in a trance for a moment.

After a moment, he gathered his mind and got out of the state of confusion just now.

Right in front of him, Lin Guoxing waved his hand in front of him with a worried look, "Anthony, Anthony?"

"Ah."

The half-vampire opened his mouth.

He felt like he had forgotten something, but if he had to say that he had forgotten something, he couldn't say it, so he could only make a monotonous single sound.

The person in front of him smiled.

It was just inexplicable, this smile was strange and pleasant, but Anthony didn't think it was strange, but subconsciously felt that it should be so, and didn't investigate it further.

"Why do you think I'm a traitor? If I was a traitor, I should have taken advantage of your distraction just now to get rid of you earlier."

Lin Guoxing smiled and lowered his voice.

"But... I have a suspect."