Chapter 2264: Target game

I believe that many people have seen the vampire movie. Not only will the person who is sucked go to death with a comfortable face, but the person who the blood will also be very intoxicated.
In the view of the cross religion, blood is closely related to the soul. When the blood leaves the human body, it also means that the soul leaves and the human will die.
At the Last Supper, once said: "Some of you betrayed me, but you need to know that this bread is my flesh and wine is my blood."
Vampires, as a group cursed by God, can only drink human blood to survive, which represents their betrayal of God’s faith. This is the core of the curse.
All in all, when vampires drink blood, they will feel endless pleasure in this curse, which will further deepen their sins, just like the current Cassidy. After drinking about two packs of blood, he appeared a little drunk. Up.
It's been a long time since I drank blood, this time I was a bit overeating and my mind was dizzy.
And the handsome vampire who claimed to be Edward did not drink a mouthful of blood, but with a reserved smile, sat next to him and chatted with him, laughing restrained from time to time.
Although I know that the two sides are definitely not of the same class, this does not prevent Cassidy from admiring others. It is aristocratic and not difficult to contact. Is this the background of the thousand-year blood family?
Can't compare, can't compare.
The other person watched him gulp blood, but there was no trace of desire in his eyes. What kind of willpower is this? Just smelling the smell of blood made me feel confused.
However, in admiration, Cassidy gradually drank too much. He soon forgot his identity and position. He hooked up his shoulders with each other. The two sat on the prayer bench in the front row, blowing to Christ on the cross. With cowhide.
Like all kinsmen, Edward's body was terribly cold, and he was exuding chill in the dark like a piece of ice.
The two started chatting from a woman in the town, talking about the relationship between the size of the and the taste of blood, and then began to talk about the cruelty and darkness of human beings, and the difficulty of life.
With the advancement of science and technology, humans who were only active in the daytime began to invade the night, and the living space of the blood race became smaller and smaller.
Then Cassidy began to complain that the money in the town is hard to make, and his face is ugly. He originally wanted to go out to work with the identity of the church janitor, but the people in the town didn’t believe in God at all, and they didn’t even put priests in In the eyes.
"God... it's a waste!" Cassidy drunk his eyes and burped, and the smell of blood came out of his mouth along with bad breath: "The residents of the town will not give him a face. , Not as useful as what a capitalist said!"
"Well said, so let's play a game."
The essence of the death knell Edward stood up, not knowing where he took out a pistol and stuffed it into Cassidy's hand.
Then he jumped onto the cross as if he was floating, took out a pen, and drew a few circles on the icon. The innermost circle was still blacked out.
Simply put, it is to draw a target on God.
Then he jumped off the ground, lit the candle beside the altar, and took out a few packets of blood from under the cloak:
"We come to the game to use human weapons. Anyway, I am idle at night. If you can beat me, I will give you a pack of blood if you win a game?"
"Not suitable, right?"
Cassidy was just a little buoyant, not being wise, boarding in a church is one thing, and shooting at God is another.
He can also use guns, but is he really going to fight God?
"Don't worry, God likes others to beat him." Su Ming returned to him with the appearance of the blood clan, pulled him back a few steps, and reached a position about 30 meters away from the cross. He used the toe of his shoe to draw a strip on the floor. Line: "The blood ancestor Dracula spitting and peeing at the cross, in exchange for the curse of immortality, how many pistols have you shot at God, can you still be struck by lightning?"
Cassidy tilted his head and thought about it. It's not bad to save more food, just keep it in the refrigerator.
"That's right, then I will come first."
"Well, five bullets per person, you first."
The blood family named Edward smiled very handsomely. He made a gesture of ‘please’ and his gestures were full of tolerance.
Will the lottery be honored? Cassidy no longer doubted, he was poor and white, and the noble young master was not ischemic at all, let alone deceived himself.
Then the gunfire sounded in the church.
Outside the main entrance, Cassie, who was digging a hole under the crooked neck, heard the movement in the church. He immediately dropped the iron and ran back into the church.
As a result, I saw Cassidy and a stranger shooting God.
Was it because of robbery or something that was originally nervous? The priest breathed a sigh of relief:
"How about playing with guns?"
"Ok......"
Cassidy hid the blood bag and looked a little guilty.
"This friend looks a little face? Do you know?"
Jesse didn't notice the movement of the vampire's hands, his attention was focused on the stranger.
"I'm the second uncle of Cassidy's neighbor and his grandfather's distant relative. Father, you can call me Charity." Su Ming directly connected the topic, with a gentle smile, reached out and shook hands with Jesse: "Come here to see To see how he's doing, it's just that he got lost so he was late, and he went to the back door just now."
The priest in the small town who had already drunk suddenly became more relaxed. If he didn't come through the front door, it meant that he didn't see the corpse, and it was all right.
"Hello Ed, I'm Jesse, the priest of this church, you can live here tonight." He also shook hands in a friendly manner and sniffed: "Your hands are still quite cold, this summer I really envy your physique. By the way, what is your gameplay?"
"We're betting on alcohol~EbookFREE.me~ Edward took out a few bottles of wine like a magic trick, and put them on the bench beside him: "Jesse, do you want to play?" Whoever has the highest number of rings in each round can drink a big glass. "
Jessie is an old alcoholic, and the fragrance is overflowing when the bottle is opened, and he thinks that the matter of burying the body will be fine.
The body will never run away anyway, and no one will come to this wasteland at night.
"When it comes to wine, I'm not welcome, ha, in fact, my marksmanship is quite good." The priest took the gun from Cassidy, aimed at God on the cross and fired, only to see the head of the icon.' Diudiu's sparks, and then look at the seal, all ten rings.
"You won, have a glass, drink more, I'll see if you can beat it so accurately." Edward smiled and handed a large glass of spirits. The brown liquid looked beautiful in the moonlight and candlelight. , Full of temptation.
The priest was bored when he took the glass, and then handed over the pistol. This round let Cassidy come first.
He was ecstatically indulged in the refreshing sensation brought by alcohol, and after digging for a long time, it was so refreshing to have such a cup.
Even if he has something like ‘Creation’ in his chest, he has no eyes behind his head.
At this time, watching the target, he didn't notice that under the tree with a crooked neck outside the door, there were two dark shadows, one large and one small. They were chopping the corpse with a sharp steel knife silently, and then transporting the corpse into the distance like an ant In the grass.
Within five minutes, Halle, who was born in Gotham, cleaned up the two corpses. She was good at this, as if she learned to ride a bicycle and would not forget it.
She showed a smiling face from a distance, made an OK gesture toward the death knell that turned into a handsome boy, and then disappeared into the night in a hurry.
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