The basement is dark but not damp. Yang Qun's senses and perceptions pay close attention to everything happening around him, and he gradually feels a little different.

  Here, the air seems a little sacred. It's not those Hongdae who is audacious and upright, but a more secretive and firmer faith.

  Tough, secret, simple and powerful! !

  The powerful breath comes from the deepest part of the basement...

   "Be careful." Yang Qun said

   "I feel it too." Ye Shang nodded, his eyes cautious.

  It’s not ordinary here. Those sacreds seem to have been polished for many years, from the initial dazzling to the ancient vicissitudes.

  "Didididi..." The sound of the red dots gradually became urgent. In the depths of the darkness, a thin man squatted helplessly on the stone pier with a sad expression on his face.

   "Haha..." Ye Shang saw this guy, and his mouth was swollen, revealing a feeling of schadenfreude.

  This is the first time Yang Qun felt this kind of emotion in him.

  Gloating?

  Looking at the thin man again, the faint blood in his eyes was particularly obvious in the dark, and the faint blood filled his body.

  Vampire?

  No, the breath of a vampire is not pure, nor is it pure. Yang Qun can still feel the human breath in him...

"I thought it was those old guys. I didn't expect it to be you, a wild dog with a smelly body, why? You were also imprisoned?" The thin, **** figure in the distance seemed to have met Ye Shang, with blood-red eyes showing. Unkind eyes, it seems that he has something to do with Ye Shang, and the relationship does not seem to be harmonious...

   "What a big talk, stars."

  "We were not locked in, but saw your poor blood sucking reptile's distress signal and came to rescue you."

  "If you kneel down and beg us now, maybe we will help you open the shackles."

  Yeshang’s harsh language completely broke his aloof image in Yang Qun’s heart. It can be seen that his relationship with Xingchen is indeed very complicated.

   However, it is also conceivable that the hatred between vampires and werewolves cannot be resolved at all, and from the costume of Vampire Star, it can be seen that he is also a warrior in the "Tailor Shop", that is to say... is he and Ye Shang colleagues?

  Colleagues...Oh my god, in this basement, you will encounter another combatant in the tailor shop---star! !

"I don't want to talk to your disgusting stinky dog, the strong man in the blood-red robe. I like your robe very much. It seems that we have the same taste. Can you ask you to release me from this cage..." Ye Shang's words seemed to sting the stars. Even if he died, he didn't want to accept Ye Shang's help, but the strong man around him was different.

   "What's going on?" Yang Qun frowned. He didn't come to see the two people to quarrel.

"Excuse me for explaining... I am called Xingchen, and I am a demon hunter. In my body there is not only the blood lineage, but also half of the human lineage, and here I am obviously mistaken for a one Vampires. After my explanation and proof, they still doubt me...so I was trapped in this **** place..." Xingchen said politely with a smile, every move is very elegant, very in line with the blood nobility. identity of.

"Shit, good human beings, you are not right. You have to use some genetic modification technology to transform yourself into a blood-sucking bug that is neither human nor ghost. Bah!" Ye Shang spit out thick sputum on the ground, saying very much to him. nausea.

   "Grass!! Why do you hybrid wild dog say me!!"

   "Made, I must kill you today!!"

  Yeshang and Xingchen started to work again. They spoke fiercely, and in a few words they pushed each other to the opposite side, pulling up their sleeves to have a big fight, Yeshang was even more exaggerated. Hearing the word "hybrid", his body had already swelled up, and he was about to start transforming into a werewolf. It can be seen that... he is not just talking, but is really going to fight him to death.

   "Silly big guy, come on, grass!!" Where is the elegant movement of the stars, the sleeves of the famous brand suits are rolled up little by little, revealing their pale white skin.

  After being so excited by the stars, Ye Shang’s upper body has completely turned into the image of a werewolf, and the huge wolf claws directly covered the stars’ faces...

  Yang Qun can’t help but wonder, how do these two people usually work together?

   "Boom..." Just one second before Ye Shang's claws touched the stars, a transparent wall suddenly appeared in the air! !

  This faintly glowing wall seems to be thinner than paper! ! But its sturdiness is totally unimaginable! !

  The kind of ancient, mysterious, vicissitudes that have been tempered by time, are radiated from this wall! !

   "Fool!! Your stinky dog's mind is still that bad." The star laughed and sat back on the wooden pier again.

   Obviously, he was resisted by this wall.

  Yeshang retracted his claws, and blood stains appeared on his palm. As he attacked this wall, this wall also gave him a powerful force.

  Wall of Thorns, this is a real wall of Thorns, capable of reflecting any damage.

  "Stop making trouble, everyone on the top will know if this goes on." Yang Qun frowned and said.

  The movement is too loud, I'm afraid the people above will find out what's happening here.

   "Now, look over there, do you see that cross?" Xingchen pointed his finger towards the roof, and there was an inconspicuous wooden cross nailed to the top of the basement. A faint light seemed to be coming from this cross.

  The simple, mysterious, and powerful atmosphere is also derived from this humble little cross.

  "Can a small cross trap you, a blood-sucking bug?" Ye Shang's eyes showed a light of disdain.

  "You stinky dog ​​is really ignorant. Is the crucifix the key?"

   "The key, is the nail on the cross, okay?"

  Listening to the words of the stars, Yang Qun looked at the wooden cross again, and again, Yang Qun fixed his gaze on the inconspicuous little nail.

  The little nail actually gave Yang Qun a frightened feeling.

  There seems to be traces of blood on the small nails. The feeling of primitive vicissitudes originated from this little thing.

  It...could it be...

   "Yes, that is the holy nail!!"

  "The holy nail that was nailed to the cross before **** died."

what! !

  Holy nail? ?

  The holy nail in the myth? ? According to legend, the nail that nailed **** to the cross was called a holy object by later generations. Together with the Shroud of Jesus, the Holy Grail... Become a holy relic of the Holy See! !

  How can this kind of thing, the thing in the myth, actually appear? ?

Even if    appears, why is there such a powerful force if you tighten a nail?