Chapter 2264

After midnight, the interior of the church was dark, only the light of the moon through the holes in the window and wood, squeezed into this place that even mice did not want to come.

There are traces of mending on the benches, and the paint on the cross's statue is all lost, revealing the inner mottled iron pieces. The Bible on the podium seems to be missing many pages from the side. It should have been used by Jesse when there was no toilet paper but had a stomachache.

The corners of the ceiling are cobwebs, and in front of the altar is a pool of blood. At this time, a skinny figure with barbed hair is cleaning up with a mop.

It's not just the blood that needs to be cleaned up, but also the stuff that's in the intestines and stomachs that's all over the place. It's the hardest thing to clean up the smell.

"Well, unfortunately, my nose is so smart that I always feel a smell." "I can't hunt myself, but I can't even do my own work

He was Cassidy, a vampire, who crashed into a small town. He didn't have a dime on him, so he had to sleep in church with Jesse.

The priest is drunk every day, and 80% of them still don't know his identity as a vampire. However, apart from those, they can be said to be like each other, so the blood clan becomes the gatekeeper.

It is ironic to say that the church is the holy residence of the Lord. As a result, it is a place of murder and blood race, making it a mess.

"Oh, my waist." Cassidy straightened up in agony, and hammered a few times with his backhand: "these two angels are aiming at Jesse. What's going on?"

He murmured about his work, but no matter how hard he wiped the floor, the smell of blood on his nose did not fade, but became stronger.

Sniff...

he found that the smell did not come from under the floor, because the angel's blood could not be drunk. They were industrial products from heaven's flowing water, and the blood tasted like kerosene.

And now this smell is the fragrance of virgin blood, and as a savvy vampire, he soon became intoxicated.

His feet were like stepping on the cotton. He raised his nose, closed his eyes and followed the smell. Soon he hit the wall.

It turned out that the sweet smell of the girl's blood came from the back window of the church, and Cassidy was entangled.

In the evening, why is there a smell of human blood behind the church? You know, it's a graveyard...

but if there's a girl who's injured coming to the door, do you want to smoke or not? This is a problem. In principle, if you want to be a good vampire, you should not hunt. But the more you smell this, the more hungry you will be!

Tangled, very tangled, he walked up and down the window, footprints on the floor quickly spell out the shape of chrysanthemum.

After all, he opened the window to look out.

If someone is really injured, you can bandage them and send them home. You can come back and lick the ground. As long as you go and return quickly, the blood will not evaporate so quickly. Although it is the Gobi desert, it is still cool at night.

It turned out that there was no injured girl outside the window, but a pale, handsome young man with short black hair and sexy buttocks and chin.

Seeing Cassidy push open the window and put his head out, the other party shook the blood bag opened in his hand and said to him with a smile:

"Oh, brother, do you want a plate?"

“？？？”

Cassidy has become a black face with a question mark. Why is someone selling DVD in the back door of church with a bag of blood at night?

No, that's not the point.

He quickly shakes his head, the other party is obviously a vampire, can be seen from the pale skin color, the pupil that glows in the dark, and the fangs in his mouth when he smiles.

It's the same kind that's coming.

"Who are you? What can I do for you? "

He could not help but be on guard. There were many blood clans, each with its own way of doing things, and they often quarreled with each other.

But the biggest contradiction often comes from the standpoints between the vegetarians and the blood eaters.

The former thinks that blood clan should be integrated into human society to earn money to buy blood. The latter thinks that human beings are inferior animals, and the blood clan only needs to kill them.

Cassidy is a small man in the blood clan. He doesn't care about the position of the big men above. For him, he just wants to live.

When he was rich, he would buy blood, but he did not mind opening meat and drinking hot drinks occasionally when he met with bad guys or people who were not pleasing to the eye.

"Don't worry. I'm a vegetarian, and I'm not here for trouble. Well... You can call me Edward Antonio Mason Cullen." The handsome young man said a long list of names. Then he pulled off his black cloak and showed his blood bags. It was like setting up a stall: "my purpose is very simple. I just want to ask if you want to buy blood? I have good goods here. "Cassidy always felt that the name was made up, at least in the neighborhood. He had never heard of the Cullen family, but when he saw the blood bags dangling on the inside of his cloak, he swallowed.

I want to, but I'm shy.

If you look at people's business, you can not only have money at first glance, but also maintain it well. The ghost of hundreds of years old is just like 1899, especially the noble bearing, who can't learn from it.

What about yourself? His hair was yellow, his eyes were dark, his bones were as thin as wood, and his mouth was full of rotten teeth.

Inferiority makes Cassidy speechless. He swallows his mouth, turns his eyes, and whispers, "I don't have money."

"No money? It's hard to do. " The kinsman who claimed to be Edward didn't show any discrimination. He just laughed awkwardly and politely. He suddenly seemed to think of something. His eyes lit up in the Moonlight: "by the way, I haven't seen you in this town before, new comer?"

"Well, I used to live in New Orleans." Cassidy also smiles with embarrassment.

"Well, if you'd like to invite me in for a while, I can give you some bags of blood for free as a welcome gift to town." Edward came up with a good idea. He pointed to the back door of the church. For the old-fashioned vampires, they were invited to enter other homes.

Cassidy hesitated because it was not his home, it was God's home.

But the other party has already taken blood bags from under the cloak, one bag, two bags, three bags...

"please come in, be careful. There is a thorn on the door handle. Yes, there is."

He immediately changed his stance and welcomed another vampire to church with a warm smile.

"Thank you, friend." Edward walked into the back door full of aristocratic demeanor. He looked around the place full of sundries. He did not make any comments: "I haven't been to this town for some days. I remember that this place should be abandoned. This is why I planned to stay here for the night. Why did it reopen?"

"Oh, you mean Jesse? The priest of this church used to be his father. He died for decades, and he has only recently inherited this place. Maybe the church doesn't know what happened here. Anyway, it's father Castel who appears in the document file. "

As he spoke, his eyes were still on the three bags of blood in the other party's hands, and he kept licking his lips.

Edward laughed. He handed Cassidy the bag of high blood sugar girl's blood that he opened to moisten his throat. "Let's sit in the hall for a while. There's too much dust here. It's not good for my skin and hair."

"All right, come with me."

Cassidy sucked the blood bag in his mouth like a jelly. He agreed vaguely and turned to lead the way.

He was soon intoxicated with the pleasure of eating blood and let out a wild animal's wheezing sound. He did not notice the strange smile on the faces of his "compatriots" behind him.

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