Chapter 65: Fighting with the Fake White Lotus (Twenty-nine)
Hell was too cold. Even though there was a huge oil pot in front of him, Eugene still felt the cold air around him rushing into the gaps between his bones.
He shivered and tried to look back, and his peripheral vision finally caught a glimpse of half of the profile of the person behind him.
He still looked like a young man, but not the youthful and gentle one in my memory. The person behind him wore a strange hat with strings of copper coins strung together with red thread on it.
His eyes were a clear blood red, like the blood moon in Srirosa, filled with loneliness.
At the same time, the other person's skin was cold and pale, his facial features were delicate and not seductive, and his thin lips even had an unhealthy pinkish-white tint.
It's very pretty, but has a sinister and creepy aura.
It's like... it's like the incarnation of the devil that the priest described.
Eugene was scared, he was really scared.
"Let me go, please let me go, I won't dare to do it again..."
Yu Huo stared at the trembling Eugene with his blood-red eyes, and smiled coldly: "Let you go? This is the purgatory you've been dreaming of... What? Are you scared?"
Eugene nodded desperately, but was afraid that if he struggled too hard, he would accidentally touch the boiling oil.
Unfortunately, his plea for mercy did not win any sympathy from the other party. The young man in the bamboo hat suddenly exerted force on his shoulder!
He didn't even have time to scream before his face was buried in the frying pan. In an instant, he felt his skin being burned and eroded, and the pain seemed to penetrate into his internal organs through his mouth and nose.
He struggled desperately, reaching out to grab the edge of the boiling oil pan regardless of the pain, but the terrifying thing was that even though the vampire was extremely strong and could lift a car, he could not move an inch under the grip of the man behind him.
During this time, the hands continued to press down on his body, as if they wanted to throw him into the frying pan and fry him. He resisted hard but still felt his body being forced into the air little by little.
The oil pan clanged as Eugene struggled, but the face under the boy's bamboo hat was smiling perversely, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
At this moment, the knuckles of the fingers that were firmly pressing on Eugene's shoulders trembled slightly. He tilted his head slightly, and his scarlet eyeballs turned black bit by bit like falling drops of ink.
The surrounding scenery also seemed like burnt paper ashes, leaving no trace in the wind.
Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried running outside the auditorium door. Yu Huo glanced at Eugene, who had his eyes closed and a look of pain on his face, and reached out to push the person away.
"Cough cough cough!" Eugene coughed violently a few times, and the first thing he did after opening his eyes was to reach out to touch his face.
Then he cried out in pain and subconsciously looked at his reflection in the auditorium glass.
You could vaguely see that his face was still intact, but strangely, there was a fine and dense tingling sensation under his skin.
He looked up in horror at the young man standing in front of him.
Bang!
At this time, the door of the auditorium was kicked open by a visitor. The other party turned his back to the moonlight and walked in front of the two of them in a few steps.
He first looked at Yu Huo nervously: "Are you okay?"
The expression on Yu Huo's face was a little strange. He didn't look like he had survived a disaster, nor did he feel terrified or angry.
Just like that, she quietly watched him like an outsider.
Jiang Feng's mind went blank for a moment when he was looked at with such eyes. He subconsciously shifted his gaze and fixed it on Eugene who was standing there stupidly.
Eugene seemed to be very frightened. The moment he saw Jiang Feng, he felt a moment of reality in this world.
He subconsciously wanted to leave here, but how could Jiang Feng let him do so?
White smoke rose from his palm and quickly spread in the auditorium. He saw the boy's eyelids trembling slowly, then he grabbed Eugene's wrist.
"You're quite courageous. Wasn't the warning I gave you at the castle gate too subtle last time?"
Eugene half-knelt on the ground weakly. His paralyzed nerves made him unable to speak, and he couldn't even say a few words to defend himself.
The hand holding his wrist began to increase its strength little by little, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his bones breaking.
Eugene felt like he was 'going to die again', the continuous pain made him wish he could faint right now!
"Castle?" Suddenly, a puzzled voice came from behind.
The hand holding Eugene's wrist suddenly paused, and Jiang Feng looked at the person behind him who was not asleep in surprise.
The boy's dark pupils had turned into a strange blood red at some point.
He just stood quietly in the white smoke, showing no sign of being affected by his talent.
Before Jiang Feng could figure out the situation, the young man spoke again: "Jiang Feng, are you a vampire?"
His voice was calm, and although it was a question, his tone was filled with complete certainty.
Jiang Feng was silent for a few seconds. When his eyes met the silver knife in the other person's hand, he said, "No."
A faint sneer instantly filled those blood-red eyes: "Okay, you are not."
Jiang Feng bit his lower lip and felt for the first time that he seemed to have said something wrong.
He wanted to say something else, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak. Instead, he raised the silverware in his hand and laughed wantonly and perversely: "But I don't believe it, so now I need some verification."
A pair of lovers who have been lying from the beginning to the end, they seem to have been verifying each other since they met until now, from feelings to identities. No one knows what will happen the moment the mask is torn off, but they still enjoy testing it, trying to tear off the other's mask first to gain control of the illusory dominance.
Jiang Feng looked at the other party's raised arm, subconsciously clenched his fist, and did not move his feet at all.
He was thinking about how to dispel the other party's suspicion without avoiding it.
But before he could come up with a proper solution, Yu Huo took action.
The silver weapon did not come towards him, so he just watched helplessly as the other party used the sharp end of the silver weapon to cut his wrist. The action was so fast that he could not stop it.
Then, the bright red blood quickly slid down the arm and finally coagulated into drops at the elbow, about to fall.
The fishy and sweet smell began to gradually spread in the air. Jiang Feng's fist loosened unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down in thirst and unbearable pain.
The atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.
Yu Huo seemed unsatisfied with the stalemate at the moment. His blood-red eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, as if filled with all the sins in the world, which was heart-wrenching.
He stared back at the boy who stood there stiffly, then raised his scratched arm and gently scraped his bloody skin with the tip of his tongue...
This scene was so stimulating to the viewers that Jiang Feng closed his eyes tightly and then stepped forward as fast as the wind.
The wound on the wrist was licked again and again by the cold tip of the tongue. The wound stopped bleeding and gradually began to heal.
Then he reached out and held Yu Huo's face, opened his mouth and took the other's blood-stained lower lip into his mouth, and a satisfied sigh escaped from his throat.
When he looked up again, the person in front of him had his eyes turned back to normal black. He smiled and sneered, "Liar!"
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