Chapter 273 Being Targeted

Copperfield's expression changed greatly: "Here he comes, so fast."

This is not a pack of wolves controlled by vampires, but controlled by a dog demon. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the first and last thing it does for this refugee camp tonight.

Logically speaking, I shouldn't do this.

If you follow the same person for too long, even your own personality will be affected unconsciously.

Who said that only the devil can influence people?

Humans can also influence demons.

In this matter, it mainly depends on who is in the dominant position.

Copperfield galloped along the main road of the refugee camp, shouting as he ran: "Within ten, hide in the nearest house, close the doors and windows, plug your ears, hide in the basement, within ten." After counting, you are not allowed to open the door to anyone, including your husband, son, wife. Now I start counting, one, two, three..."

Copperfield's counting speed was not particularly fast. By the time he finished counting to ten, he had already made two trips back and forth to the refugee camp.

When the last one landed, he arrived at the barn. People and horses rushed in together, shouting: "Close the door, close the door quickly."

The moment you enter the barn, you first pour a bottle of holy water over your head to identify yourself.

"Don't close the door, wait for me, wait for me, I'll be there soon, please, don't close the door, don't close the door, let me in." A voice came from far behind Copperfield.

The young people who were closing the door suddenly slowed down. One of them couldn't help but said: "It seems to be Mr. Leiber. Didn't he go to the church?"

"It seems that it is really Mr. Leiber. Could it be that he was delayed and failed to make it to the church? Should we wait?"

"Those vampires shouldn't have arrived so quickly, right?"

Copperfield jumped off his horse. When he saw this situation, he suddenly changed his color and said: "Close the door, close the door quickly. When I counted to five, there was no one on the road. How could Mr. Leiber show up now?" Come? If you don’t want to kill us all, please close the door quickly.”

"But the voice does sound like Mr. Leiber."

"At this time, we can't lock Mr. Leiber out and let those vampires capture him, right?"

The few young people who have always followed orders and prohibitions had unconcealed struggles on their faces. It seemed that it was morally wrong to close the shop now.

clank!

The sound of the lute sounded again, this time more generous and passionate, making the listener's blood rush wildly.

Several young people who were closing the door reacted particularly strongly. They shuddered and looked at each other with unconcealed shock. Then they burst out with unprecedented strength and worked together to slam the barn door shut.

The moment the barn door closed, they could clearly see that the bright moon, which had just risen into the sky, had been obscured by dark clouds, and a thin layer of mist had appeared on the street at some point.

The torches and bonfires on the roadside looked so weak, as if they would go out in the next second.

Under their reflection, the layer of mist is so weird, as if it has its own life, twisting and twisting forward, seemingly slow, but actually very fast. In the blink of an eye, there are only a few dozen left from the barn door. rice.

They heard clearly that the voice that just seemed to them to be Mr. Leiber was coming from deep in the mist.

Listening to it now, this voice seems a bit like Mr. Leiber, but also a bit different. It seems to be somewhat similar to Mr. Carl.

No matter what, even a fool can sense that something is wrong.

"Don't close the door, don't leave me, the vampire is coming soon, don't leave me, please, I am your friend, your relative..."

The voice outside the door became more pitiful and shrill, with unconcealed panic and despair in it, as if something was chasing behind him.

"Open the door, open the door quickly, it's too late, you can't do this to me, you can't do this to me..."

"Open the door quickly, open the door quickly..."

Soon, in addition to the sounds of pleading, there were also violent slapping sounds.

The force of the slamming on the barn door was so great that the door, which could accommodate the carriage's entry and exit, made a roaring noise, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the barn door, swinging along with it.

But no matter how powerful the slapping force is, no matter how hard the barn door shakes, there is only a small difference between life and death, and it just refuses to fall.

The moon elf bard plucked the lute and said loudly: "Brothers and sisters, there is no need to worry. You have seen the current situation. The legend is true. Vampires cannot enter our sacred residence as long as they are not invited by the master. Yes, this is the privilege granted to us by the gods, and the protection granted by the gods. As long as we don’t panic and don’t panic, these vampires can’t do anything to us.”

After finishing speaking, it transformed into a unique aria of poetry and said: "The night is long and I believe you don't want to sleep, so why not let us perform an opera for you to pass the time."

"good!"

"What is the name of the opera you are going to perform?"

In the past, if a bard had told these Tethyr refugees to perform an opera for them.

They were so excited that they lifted the roof of the barn.

But in this situation, no matter how good the opera is, they can't listen to it.

Only under the deliberate leadership of Copperfield, there was a burst of applause. They could not allow this fear to spread.

Under the control of extreme fear, many creatures tend to make extremely abnormal and stupid actions, such as goats jumping off the cliff and river fish jumping on the shore.

In order to pray for the vampire to be spared, some people may not take the initiative to open the door and let the vampire in, or go out and surrender.

Don't think it's ridiculous. The behavior of people dominated by fear cannot be measured by common sense.

Copperfield witnessed this folly taking place more than once.

Those bards also had the same idea.

"Heather leaves knock on the window," the moon elf bard replied with a smile.

When he heard this name, Copperfield's eyes almost fell out of his head.

When he went outside to ask for help, he watched part of the opera. It was indeed a touching story, but the problem was that it was also a story about undead creatures and ghosts.

At this time, the vampire was knocking on the door frantically outside, trying to come in and kidnap everyone.

Is it really good for you to perform such a story?

Aren't you afraid of further stimulating fear in people's hearts?

However, the moon elf bards did not intend to consult Copperfield. They each played their instruments and started performing directly in the crowd.

They often do this kind of thing without any discomfort.

Copperfield soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.

When it comes to mobilizing emotions, these bards are definitely the best among masters.

Even if it is a story of ghost revenge, it is still extremely attractive by their performance. As the story progresses, people's mood keeps ups and downs, anger, joy and various emotions are constantly intertwined. Unknowingly, the vampire The fear brought about by this was dissipated a lot.

Although there is magic in it, the story itself is also attractive enough. The combination of the two can capture people's hearts tightly, even if there is a vampire knocking on the door outside the barn, they will not care.

Copperfield was now confident of surviving the night.

At least there are valleys and churches where the bards sit, so there should be no problem. I believe the same scene is happening in the church.

The only people who need to worry now are those who have not been able to enter the church and the barn.

It would be very difficult for them to survive such a night alone.

Copperfield could do nothing about it, he could only silently pray for them a few times and let them wish for their own blessings.

It's not just the Tessel refugee camp that's shrouded in mist.

Yewen Pond, and even the entire land of Three Rivers, are shrouded in a layer of mist, especially the Vizeme Manor, which is known as the ghost manor. It is looming in the mist, adding a bit of ghostliness to it.

"Gudong!"

Three figures lurking not far away from the manor couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a voice lower than a mosquito or a fly: "Boss, how about we just forget it? This manor looks evil. Very, what if the ghost inside is not cleared away? "

"Not cleaned up? Don't even think about it, who did it personally? Darnell, Darnell, who is known as the first hammer among the twelve hammers of justice in the Hammer of Justice Monastery, you don't believe me, boss, you still don't believe it Is the warhammer in his hand still a ghost in any place where he has been?"

The dark figure at the head snorted coldly and said, "The old rule in our industry is to never leave empty-handed. No matter what, I will go in and take a look at this Vizeme Manor tonight. Bring a few bottles of ghost wine out and fill up our backpacks, so we won’t have to worry about what to eat and drink this year.”

"That's right, there's no one who would back down when we get to the door. It's not the first day we've been doing this kind of business. Brother, when did your courage become so weak? Don't you claim to dare to sleep in a barren grave? "The last voice echoed, "Not only must our backpacks be filled, but our bellies must also be filled."

As the last figure spoke, he couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was not frightened, but greedy. "You don't know how unique that ghost wine is. His whole body was chilled and he had goosebumps. It was like It was like a ghost lady gave me a close hug."

"Third child, are you sick?" The second child's voice couldn't help but become a few decibels louder. "I think it won't take long for you to turn into a ghost. I don't know when, what occasion, or what you are talking about." Ghost wine, talk about ghost lady?”

"What's wrong? Isn't that why we're here tonight?" The third child said with a malicious smile, "The second child, you used to be fearless, weren't you just pretending? In fact, you were not afraid of anything. Are you scared to death of ghosts?”

"Who's scared? I'm just saying that it's unlucky to say this at this time. What if there are still these dirty things left in the manor?" the second child hurriedly argued.

"Aren't you afraid? If you're not afraid, just prove it to us. Now is the perfect opportunity. You go first, and the boss and I will hold you back." The third child said, "I bet you don't dare."

The second child squirmed like a maggot and chirped: "We are not here to test our courage. We have serious things to do. The boss has the final say on how to do it."

Seeing that the instigation failed, the third child could only say to the old man: "Boss, what should we do now?"

"Do you still need me to teach you? The old rule is, one person goes out for a while, and two people work together." The boss snorted coldly, and arranged the task, "This time, the second child will stay outside to take care of the situation, and the third child and I will go in."

"Okay." Although they answered at the same time, their tones were different.

The second oldest was surprised, while the third oldest was surprised. In the past, he and the second oldest were responsible for the actions, and the eldest oldest was responsible for the support. This time, why did the eldest oldest want to do it himself?

The eldest oldest did not explain anything, but stayed close to the ground, like a maggot, crawling towards the Vizeme Manor. The third oldest did not dare to neglect it and followed closely.

Their crawling method seemed slow, but in fact, it was quite impressive, at least about the same speed as an adult walking.

The black leather clothes they wore were obviously specially made, blending into the surrounding darkness and land. Even if you look closely, you can't tell them apart.

They were not wearing ordinary leather clothes, but special magic items - stealth worms.