Chapter 21 Behind the History

Wow!

   Still holding a soldier toy and a small silver dagger in his hands, Lincoln's young son cried out in fright at the ghost-like thing in front of him.

At the same time as the sound of crying resounded, James strode forward, and the elegant carpet was "stabbed!" It was cracked, and when the tip of the tall and thin maid's nose was about to touch the child's white and sweet skin, his vision was suddenly pulled away, and the ceiling The Revolutionary War murals filled the eyes and suddenly turned scarlet.

  Boom! James grabbed the back of the maid's head and poured it down to the ground. The huge impact caused the entire cranial cavity to bleed, staining the retina red. She twitched twice and became silent.

  President Lincoln rushed into the room, followed by shouts and footsteps. Seeing the maid on the ground who was still looking like a ghost, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her face was filled with relief.

  James squatted in front of Little Lincoln, covered the child's teardrop eyes to prevent him from seeing this terrible scene, picked him up, and sent him to Lincoln's arms.

   "Mr. Xiao is fine. Judging by your appearance, you must—"

   "Behind!"

The maid behind James rushed up like a dead body. President Lincoln saw the yelling reminder, and the guards who arrived afterward were all holding guns, but they were worried that the shooting would hurt the president and the guests, so they were stunned for a while. There.

  James still smiled gently, as if he didn't realize that the sharp teeth were close to his neck. In a blink of an eye, the body turned around, and the figure with a height of nearly 200 centimeters between the two steps disappeared like an illusion, avoiding the bite, slashing the maid's neck with the palm knife, and flipping the wrist under the armpit.

  The arm tightened, "Crack!" The tall and thin maid's neck was snapped. James lightly tapped the maid's back with his right hand, and there was another muffled toothache, which broke the spine.

   Even though the maid who was thrown on the ground had a broken neck and cervical spine, she still screamed and cursed with her mouth open, but she couldn't move her body. James raised his foot to step on her face to prevent the unknown creature from bursting out again, and continued what he said just now.

   "Looking at your appearance, there must be some stories to tell me?"

  …………

Two tall men were smoking cigars in a somewhat cramped storage room. James rubbed the bright silver blade of a long-handled sharp ax with his fingertips. Enamel, some blackened silver-bladed daggers, spikes, glass bottles, etc. are stacked in the box beside him.

   "Can only silver work? I mean, for example, wood thorns and sunlight. According to legend, these are fatal to vampires." James asked seriously the Mr. President who was sitting on the wooden box.

   "The legend is not true. Wood has no effect at all. They hate sunlight. Sunlight will affect and weaken them. Long-term exposure will also cause damage, so they will be covered with something similar to sunscreen, but this is not fatal."

   "Oh! By the way, fire can also be used."

  Lincoln got up and took the long ax in James' hand, flipped it around, and skillfully switched hands, made a few false chops, and added at the same time.

"They can deceive your vision and cause a certain degree of invisibility, especially in shadows and dark nights. They are as fast as galloping horses and as powerful as cattle. In addition to silver, injuries caused by other weapons or methods can be quickly healed. "

   James tilted his head and asked, "Can you live if you cut off your head?"

   "Eh... that's not possible. You can cut off the head, but it's very difficult to do." Mr. President said hesitantly, as if he was wondering why he hadn't thought of this method before.

"The truth of history is so unbelievable. The great Mr. Abraham Lincoln was once an excellent vampire hunter, and the slave owners in the south were the direct or indirect identities of the vampire family. Mr. President, you are really too kind People are surprised." After James finished speaking, he slightly bowed his head and gave a salute.

"How can I be considered great." President Lincoln shook his head and continued: "There are too many so-called truths that have been buried, and only a few people can know them. American vampires came to this continent with European pioneers. , they have become deeply rooted to this day, and you should remember the death of Governor Smith and his niece some years ago."

   James said with an unnatural expression on his face: "Of course... I heard it was food poisoning?"

   "No, there is a high probability that these blood-sucking beasts did it. At that time, the Holy See in England was alarmed to investigate the incident."

   James said somewhat noncommittally: "Mr. President, I think--"

   "Call me Abel, no matter what you saved my son, I will never forget this love! Mr. Howlett!" President Lincoln said solemnly and solemnly.

   "Call me James." He eased his tone.

  The two exhaled smoke rings and smiled at each other.

   "And you, James, it's time to tell your story. For example, how old are you?"

  James froze for a moment, and said a little strangely: "I'm in my twenties."

  Mr. President asked with some surprise and hesitation: "Isn't it more than 120 years old? Two hundred and twenty years old?" James secretly swears that he is indeed not an ordinary human being, and this problem is really a headache.

   "Then how did you find out, how did you know that something would happen to that room after being so far away?" President Lincoln looked even more puzzled.

"Smell. Since I came to the White House tonight, I have smelled the smell of blood. I didn't think much about it at first. After all, there are many guards here, and professional soldiers often come and go. Of course, you also have a strong smell. I just wonder if you've ever been on a battlefield."

James took another sip of his cigar, and continued with a puff of smoke, "But after that thing approached, I knew it must be not a normal person. The strong smell of blood, like a mountain of piled corpses, exudes people The stench of fainting. My nose has always been sharp, and the smell made me nauseous. So I kept paying attention until I felt a strong burst of killing intent. At that time, the matter was urgent and I couldn’t explain it to you.”

  President Lincoln looked at James seriously but somewhat playfully, and fell silent for a while.

   "I believe you can also see that I am not an ordinary person, but I can promise you that I must be a human being, and I don't need to gain power in a way like this dark creature." James pondered for a while and continued.

"I believe in you, it doesn't matter if you are a vampire. The person who led and trained me is a vampire with a bottom line of conscience. Some people are forced to become like this, and they also became the trainers of the first batch of vampire hunters .”

  Mr. President’s eyes shone with the brilliance of memories, and he leisurely told the story of witnessing his mother being killed by a vampire when he was a child, and then by chance, he became a hunter and continued to take revenge...

   It was early in the morning when James left the White House, and he talked with Mr. President all night. How to deal with vampire slave owners, problems with the American regime, the need to abolish slavery, and more.

  President Lincoln was deeply moved by this young and mysterious Mr. Howlett's insight and deep understanding. With nearly two hundred years of insight and forward-looking future generations, James is full of unique wisdom on the thoughts and views of this country and the world.

  Mr. President expressed the hope that James can stay in Washington to help him, and together defeat the southern slave-owner system and the vampire group that is raging on this continent.

  James did not immediately agree, he still has some things to do, and now is not the time for him to appear. This is a war that has engulfed such a huge country and involves tens of millions of people. It cannot be resolved by an individual. Even in the current world of ordinary humans, James can no longer find a threat.

   On the way back, he fell into deep doubts. He hated the books when he was done with them. At this moment, James was very annoyed why he didn't watch more movies or related stories in the Marvel Universe in his previous life. As far as he knew, there should be no creatures like vampires in this world, but now not only the entire southern United States has become the world's largest vampire gathering place, even the famous President Abraham Lincoln has become a vampire hunter!

  This world is getting more and more complicated, how much use is there for a little memory from the previous life...

  When approaching the manor, James finally made up his mind that no matter how complicated and dangerous the world is, his own fists and strength are the foundation to deal with everything. It's been almost five years since Kung Fu entered the dark energy, and these days, he has gradually felt that the energy penetrated to the face.

   Stepping into the Huajin level that has been reached, it's almost here.

  (end of this chapter)