Chapter 3385

In valchiha castle, harkon looks at the Raven ghost woman in the hall. As a vampire king, he has a sense of inexplicable nausea.

This kind of monster evolved from the fusion of human and birds is disgusting and greedy. They are a group of monsters who degenerate because of their own greed, which is different from the blood clan. The crow ghost woman is a living intelligent creature. As for their origin, it seems impossible to verify.

"Dear hakong, my experiment has been successful. All the six blood masters have successfully transplanted the heart of thorns. Congratulations

From her face full of cunning and cruelty, Hakone could not see the slightest loyalty.

"And according to the current situation of our first experimental object, the harm of heart of thorns to her has been much less, and Yunhao, as the No. 2 experimental object, is also in a very good state. I know all the monitoring conditions well."

She stretched out her thin claws, and a disgusting and dirty smile bloomed on her face. On her arm, there were a few black feathers, some of which had dense holes on the epidermis. Those holes used to have feathers, but now, those feathers have already fallen off.

"You said she would be used by us, but why haven't I got any ancient scrolls so far? Is it my daughter's problem? "

Ha Kong stares at GUI Po's eagle hook nose, and the other party shrinks a few steps under his gaze.

The vampire king's gaze is like the abyss of the blood sea. At a glance, he feels that he is trapped in it and unable to struggle.

"Mr. hakong, there must be some misunderstanding here. I'll adjust it again!"

With that, the crow ghost woman shrank her head and quietly left, without any noise, for fear that she would be punished for disturbing others.

"That disgusting thing is willing to work for you, I think it's not kind." Wen Jiamo looked at HA Kong and said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter. I promised her that as long as she could help me get the bow of oreel, I would help her recover her appearance. And I'm not afraid that she would dare to have different intentions. No one can escape my shadow in valchiha!"

Ha Kong slapped the table hard, and a clear palm print was printed on the table made of obsidian. When his palm moved away, a fine layer of stone powder rose.

Wen Jiamo felt that his long lost pollinosis was going to attack again. He covered his nose and pretended to be unwell.

Until the door behind completely closed, Wen Jiamo was relieved and turned to look at the crow ghost woman hiding in the dark.

Her thin body was hiding in her shabby robe, and then she peeped over to this side.

"What the hell! Come with me Wen Jiamo scolded her angrily. The crow ghost was startled by him, and all her feathers stood up.

She followed him to a small secret room. In the middle of the room was a pedestal with a crystal ball on it and a red heart beating slightly inside.

"This is the heart of that woman, and that's how you control each other?"

The crow ghost woman nodded repeatedly, and then carefully explained: "yes, the other person's heart has been replaced by the heart of thorns by me, so there may be some emotional loss. However, because she was already a blood clan before the operation, the toxin of the heart of thorns did not play very well, so the control was weak. Even so, the second experimental object had already died It's a success. Yun Hao, the control of his heart will soon be transferred to me. "

Wen Jiamo nodded. Although the witch was ugly, she still had some skills.

"Then keep watching. You can tell me what's going on."

Hearing that there was no need to face hakong directly, the crow ghost woman was obviously relieved.

After some gratitude, vingamo left the room. Just before the door was closed, one of his arms suddenly shook. A black and winding centipede shook out of its sleeve. Then it twisted its slender body and climbed into the room.

The light from the last crack of the room fell on vingamo's face, then the door closed, and the corridor outside was dark, with only a few bats hanging upside down on the corridor and whispering.

Immediately after he got here, he went straight to the depth of valchiha castle. Just in front of the wall at the end of the corridor, he stopped, then reached for his hand and tapped on the wall. A dark gate suddenly opened from the void.

He looked around for a week. After making sure no one else was coming, he quickly jumped into the gate, and the gate disappeared.

In the space behind the gate, a man dressed as a minstrel is leaning against the stone. They are now in a quiet green field under a big tree.

The dark gate is actually a simple teleportation array, and the minstrel in front of him has another identity.

"Here you are?" The minstrel raised his eyelids and gave him a quick look. In his hand, he was holding a lute made of bones. The strings on it were made of women's hair. Every time he touched the strings, he could hear women crying.At the feet of the minstrel, there are still several women who have been plucked skin and bone. The surrounding grass has already turned black, emitting a strong smell of blood.

And these women, all are one in a million beautiful women, but now their beautiful heads are hanging on the branches, eyes closed, pale face, blood from the neck of the wound.

The minstrel is playing a sad song, which is full of blood and girl's cry.

As soon as he finished playing, the Bard shook his hand, and all the blood on it was clean. Some of the blood splashed onto vingamo's face and lips. He couldn't help licking his lips and swallowing, but the Bard showed him.

With a sneer, he threw his lute on the tree trunk, only to hear a crisp sound. The lute was thrown to pieces, the bone broke, and the strings scattered on the ground.

"Haven't you found the ancient scroll yet?"

"Back to the master, he still hasn't found one, but I know the location of the ancient scroll now. Two of them are in serana's hands, and the other is in an abandoned prison in Dongbao. These are all the information intercepted from them."

The minstrel nodded, and then he saw a drop of blood on his fingertips. He raised his head, which was just opposite to a skull. Maybe because of ischemia, the eyes of that skull suddenly opened.

The minstrel gave a smile, then flicked the bead of blood from his fingertips towards the head.