Chapter 9: Blood Festival, Night Family Heirloom
Chapter 9 Blood Festival, Night Family Heirloom
"Cough and cough... Little girl, this time the old man comes to see you..."
As the sound stopped, the night's clear wrist suddenly ignited a burning sensation.
Take a circle pattern on the wrist and suddenly float up.
At night, I was staring at the pattern of the wrist that was constantly rotating. The white light in front of me was glaring, and the whole person fell into the center of the pattern.
When you blink again, the fog in front of you is filled, and you can see it all. It is all white.
Where is the inn before she stayed?
What is this ghost place?
"Little girl, I am here." Behind him, the voice came again.
The night fell sharply and turned back, only to see the white mist, slowly revealing a human form.
It was a white-haired old man, dressed in a white robe, in the mist, sly, unable to see his outline.
"Who are you!" The night is clear and alert to the old man, ready to fight back at any time.
"Little girl, you summoned the old man, and asked who is the old man?" The old man touched the long beard of white flowers, smiled and replied.
"I summon you?" The night was full of question marks.
The old man explained slowly: "Little girl, the old man is the guardian of your night family heirloom, your blood will wake up the old man, isn't that what you summoned the old man?"
family heirloom?
"You are not yelling at me?" The night was full of suspiciousness.
Night Heirloom... That's what the 21st century is!
It was because of the heirloom that she was forced to die with the old men who were not right.
She passed through, and the family heir could not be followed by her.
"The spell on your wrist is the best proof." The old man stepped forward and approached her when the night had not yet had time to react.
A lap of cold touch, holding her slender wrist.
The night cleared the heart and took a step back.
The speed of this old man... so fast!
If he really wants to kill himself, she has no chance to fight back!
The night cleared the face and eased, without the previous alert.
The mantra that the old man said is the pattern of the cherry blossoms on her wrist?
"This is the heirloom of the night house - the water bracelet." The old man's finger touched her wrist, and the pattern of the circle floated slowly.
A piece of petals forms a cherry blossom bracelet.
Lying in a big slot...
This... This is what she is trying to do, but also to dig out things from the night ancestral graves?
Just for such a bracelet, I lost my life...
Nima! Isn't she going to be the ghost of this broken bracelet?
The heart of the night is almost collapsed.
We must know how much she is living in modern life, and what she wants to do, no one can control it.
It seems that in this strange alien, her identity, wherever she goes, is the victim of the trap.
"The water bracelet has absorbed your blood and has already had a **** relationship with you." The old man let go of her hand. "The old man is the guardian of the water bracelet. From now on, the old man will take care of everything." The righteousness is taught to you."
"What is the meaning of the water bracelet? What the ghost?" The night fell, gazing at the bracelet of the wrist, and turned into a mantra, not into her skin.
She thoughtfully poked her fingers and licked the sakura-like mantra, dark--
In the past life, the old men of the night house have been glimpsing the heirloom for a long time.
In order to get heirloom, even paying for your own life.
It is enough to see how much this heirloom is!
Ask for a recommended ticket wow ~ recommended ticket wow ~ recommended ticket wow ~
(End of this chapter)
