Vlad stood in front of the mirror and sensed the surroundings of the villa, which was filled with crowds of people.

Their blood vessels were filled with hot and delicious blood, and Vlad could even hear the pulsation of blood.

Blood attracted Vlad III in a crazy way.

"What a pity."

A hoarse voice sounded, and Vlad III said with regret on his face.

He is now very weak, even weaker than ordinary people. Those believers outside who are constantly praying foolishly are very lucky that they escaped temporary death.

Vlad III turned around and looked at the mummies on the ground. He needed the blood of those people.

A person's blood is too little, not enough to recover.

He needs more blood.

"It takes some wisdom that I hate the most."

Vlad III looked at the mummy on the stretcher and slowly walked up the attic.

Two hours later.

"Click!"

It was the sound of the key hitting the lock core. In the retro European villa, five other Pope guards came back.

"What's going on? Where is Floyd?"

As soon as they came back, they found something was wrong. Why did Floyd disappear?

But after looking at the mummy, they just thought that Floyd did not stay on the first floor, but went to the second floor.

"Go up and call that boy down. We have no time left. Get some cleaning up and leave while the night is falling."

"Okay, captain, I'll go up now."

Mars nodded and walked up to the attic while the others began to wrap the mummies.

They would never have thought that the mummy at this time was not someone else but Floyd they were looking for.

After Mars walked upstairs, he felt something was wrong. The corridor was very dark, with no light at all, and all the doors were tightly closed.

"Floyd?"

Mars shouted tentatively.

No voice replied to him.

There is only the "crunching" sound of the floor in the corridor.

Mars walked towards the direction where the sound came.

It sounded inside a house on the edge of the corridor.

"Dangdangdang!"

Mars knocked on the door three times, then pressed it on the door and listened to the sound inside the house.

"Floyd?"

He asked softly.

The sound of the floor inside the house stopped, there was no breathing or movement.

After a second of Moyue's calmness, the door suddenly opened.

Before Mars could react, a man in Floyd's costume threw him to the ground.

A pillow was stuffed on his face, covering the sound of his speech.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"ah!"

Under the pillow, Mars neighed and yelled with his fist, hammering the attacker who could not see his face in front of him.

But with the passage of blood and lack of oxygen, he quickly lost his energy.

"Gudong!Gudong..."

Vlad III enjoyed the blood in Mars' neck, and his face began to recover quickly under the nourishment of the blood.

The corpse spots on the body began to slowly recede, and the muscles under the skin began to quickly support the shriveled skin.

Soon he recovered from a man's body, but the corpse spots on his body had not completely faded.

Damn it!

It's almost done!

That damn cross has trapped him for too long and consumed too much power.

"Clang!"

Only a sound of an object falling on the ground downstairs was heard, and then a hammer-like sound came.

The team captain was stunned, and he began to realize something was wrong.

"Mars Floyd?"

He shouted upstairs.

"All of them are there, I accidentally knocked over the thing just now."

Mars' voice came out of the attic.

"Yeah?"

Marcus asked, pulling a gun out of the drawer and walking up.

The sound in the attic is wrong.

That was the old Roman noble grammar, and Mars didn't know this.

"Yes!"

The voice continued to come.

Marcus waved his hand and signaled everyone to follow him.

And he walked to the front alone.

There was no one in the corridor, and except for the two opposite doors at the end, all the rooms were closed tightly.

"Mars, are you?"

"It's almost!"

The sound came from the end of the corridor.

Marcus walked over gently, and when he reached the door, a dark shadow rushed out of the door.

That was Mars' clothing.

Captain Marcus was stunned for a moment.

The mummy Mars smashed hard on the ground, and the moment Marcus was stunned.

Vlad III moved, and he turned into a black gas gathered by countless bats and dragged Marcus into another door.

"Bang!"

Then the door was closed fiercely, and then Marcus's heart-wrenching scream came from the room.

"ah!"

Screams came from the house, and the people from the Pope's escort hurried forward.

"Bang bang!"

With two gunshots, the lock of the indoor door was directly shattered.

But the moment the door opened, everyone was stunned.

A man in Floyd's clothing squatted beside a mummy who was wearing Marcus's clothing.

"Are you just in a hurry to die?"

The man squatting on the ground was talking about the extremely formal grammar of the old Roman nobles.

He slowly raised his head and a blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

"Suck~"

He gently stuck out his tongue and licked the blood, then swallowed it all into his mouth, making a pleasant sound.

"It is not a polite thing to stare at a nobleman in food."

Vlad III smiled extremely politely.

But the response to Vlad III was the flame tongue of three guns.

"Bang bang bang..."
To be continued...