Chapter 138: Justice Beating

Wu Chang and Irene opened the secret passage door and followed Pastor into the eternal tomb.

The decoration inside the tomb is gorgeous, but compared with the tomb in Cemetery No. 41, there is no obvious difference in shape and specifications, and it is even slightly inferior.

Not surprisingly, this is also the tomb of a great nobleman, not the tomb of Mikel I.

Due to the existence of the poisonous miasma, Wu Chang was not in a hurry to catch up with Pastor. Instead, he deliberately slowed down his pace, leaving enough time for Pastor to marinate.

By the time he and Irene reached the deepest part of the tomb, Pastor had already pried open the coffin.

Lying in the coffin was an old nobleman. He was so old that it was impossible to tell whether he was really dead or just asleep.

Pastor didn't panic at all when he saw the two men chasing him. He put his hand in front of the old man, spread his fingers, then shrank them into a fist while spinning, while reciting a spell in his mouth.

The palms that contracted into fists suddenly opened, and a stream of bright energy was thrown into the old man's head. After a while, the old man's eyelids shook slightly, and he woke up from his deep sleep.

Sleeping for too long, the old man was confused about the situation. He looked at Pastor and was about to say something. Before he could speak, he suddenly covered his throat with both hands and gasped, as if the outside air was poisonous. It took his breath away.

His body fluctuated extremely erratically, like a ball that was constantly inflating and deflating. His facial features were distorted and swollen, and he let out shrill screams.

Wu Chang pulled Eileen and stood two steps back. If nothing else happened, the old man would turn into a monster underneath.

It is a pity that the old man did not turn into a monster like the resentful noble. After the change lasted for more than ten seconds, he gradually controlled the changes in his body. His inhuman parts recovered little by little, and his distorted facial features returned to their original positions. .

After a few more breaths, the old man got up from the ground. Although he seemed to be in a worse state of mind, he still maintained his human body.

Pastor looked at the old man and said, "Congratulations on passing the trial and coming to my side, Your Excellency Earl Schneider."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Pastor. After a moment of identification, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Duke Pastor? Why have you become so young?"

Pastor smiled and said: "This is a miracle given to you and me by the blood moon. Don't be surprised for now. Carefully feel the extra power in your body. After you experience the blood moon once, you will be able to regain your strength like me." Rejuvenate.”

Wu Changruo, who was watching, realized that when he built the eternal tomb, the nobles hiding inside did not all turn into monsters under the blood moon like the tree monsters.

They are like Schrödinger's old man, whose condition cannot be determined until the coffin is opened.

Some people who cannot withstand the test of strength brought by miracles will be like the nobles in Cemetery No. 41, turning into monsters as soon as they wake up, retaining only a little bit of consciousness.

Those like Pastor and Schneider who survive the test can maintain their human form and sanity, and can even regain their youth under the light of the blood moon.

The question then arises, why are the nobles hiding in the luxurious cemetery able to obtain the energy of the blood moon's miracle of immortality, while ordinary people who later see the blood moon rushing into the cemetery will turn into deformed tree monsters? monster?

Is it that Blood Moon also has class discrimination and believes that only nobles are qualified for eternal life? Or is it that the nobles have more information and the immortal tombs they built are not just for luxury and enjoyment, but there is some kind of special arrangement in them.

Wu Chang prefers the latter.

Seeing that the two hundred-year-old old men were getting happier and happier as they chatted, Wu Chang couldn't help but coughed dryly and signaled to them that there were other people here.

"Two of you, don't be too busy thinking about the future. One of you built a private house illegally, and the other forced your way into a private house. Come with me first and explain your motive and process of committing the crime. I will be lenient if you confess, and strict if you resist."

Schneider asked, "Who are they?"

Pastor replied: "The gravekeeper of this cemetery."

Schneider looked at Wu Chang and asked: "Let me think about it. The gravekeeper in the cemetery where I am should be my first knight. Are you his descendants? Who is the current head of the Schneider family?"

Wu Chang couldn't answer this question, so he could only wave his hand behind him, and Haner, who had been following them, walked out.

"The Schneider family declined a hundred years ago. Your so-called current head of the family is using this name to recruit people for a small church at Serina Road." Under the influence of Wu Chang, Haner's mouth also became vicious. got up.

Wu Chang clicked his tongue. Life in the secret tunnel was not easy. Nobles were performing tricks. Unfortunately, there were no short videos in the dungeon. Otherwise, they could still earn some traffic by relying on one-arm giant loops and digging tunnels.

Schneider couldn't accept this fact, he frowned with an angry tone in his tone.

"Who allowed you to slander the Schneider family like this!"

Haner snorted disdainfully, "No need to slander, the owner of the house who pulled people at the intersection is my second uncle."

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence.

Wu Chang asked in a low voice: "Brother Haner, is this Lao Deng, this old man, your ancestor?"

He secretly thought that it was bad, that this kid Haner wouldn't recognize his ancestors and return to the clan on the spot, and would turn against him and become a second-rate boy.

Haner snorted, "Yeah, if he hadn't spent most of the family's wealth to build this eternal tomb, the Schneider family wouldn't have declined so quickly."

"Do you mind if I kill him later?" Wu Chang asked in a low voice.

Haner answered simply, "Just let me inherit the inheritance."

Wu Chang gave a thumbs up and liked it. He liked this kind of drama of fatherly kindness and filial piety.

Listening to Wu Chang and Han Er singing the same tune, Old Schneider was so angry that he trembled, "Okay, okay, you dare to do this, then I will clean you up first, and after the blood moon, I will go out in person to revive the Schneider family!"

Old Schneider rushed towards Han Er. Facing his ancestors who had lived for countless generations, Han Er did not give him any face and used his true ability that he had never shown when he was chased by the tree monster.

His skinny body quickly filled with blood, and as the blood flowed, it was as if there were thousands of snakes running under his skin. He instantly turned from a listless old man into a strong man like a berserker.

The nobles who gained power from the blood moon were better than the tree monsters in one-on-one combat, and could easily fight senior players like Baozi and Youtiao head-on. Old Schneider should be stronger than the failed products in Cemetery No. 41, but he did not have the upper hand in a head-on fight with Han Er.

It can be seen that Han Er really wanted to inherit the inheritance.

Wu Chang looked at Pastor and said, "Three against two, you are outnumbered. If you give up resistance, you can suffer less."

Pastor's face was not panicked at all. He clapped his hands and heavy footsteps came from behind everyone.

The failed product opened from the coffin in the No. 41 Eternal Tomb slowly appeared behind everyone.

Pastor pulled out a rapier from the civilized stick and said slowly, "It's three against three now."

Before he finished speaking, the old Schneider in the battle froze and his body suddenly became uncontrollable. Wu Chang, who had activated the soul poison, shouted to Han Er, "Pass the ball!"

Han Er crossed his hands and made a hammer shape, and hit the old Schneider's back hard, causing the old Schneider to fly towards Wu Chang.

Irene, who had not moved all the way, lifted her robe, revealing the exaggerated light of determination under the robe, and hit a home run towards the flying old Schneider.

The resurrected monsters were originally the targets that the church needed to expel. Irene had no psychological burden when she took action, and she was also a professional match, so she doubled her strength.

Old Schneider flew to the side. He thought it would end here, but who knew that the empty wall suddenly condensed into a giant.

Wu Chang's true self first intercepted with the diamond arm, completed the mid-air stop, and then grabbed Old Schneider's head and threw him to the ground with a throat lock.

Old Schneider was first injured by the neurotoxin. When his body lost control, he did not make any defense or force release, and took a whole set of silky small combos.

No matter how resistant the monsters that obtained the power of the blood moon were, they could not withstand this kind of tossing and immediately entered a dying state.

At this time, the difference between the nobles in the eternal tomb and the tree monsters wandering in the cemetery was revealed. Even without the red moon, the monsters transformed by the nobles also had the characteristics of being almost immortal.

Unfortunately, Wu Chang was not prepared to give him this opportunity.

As the last baton of the combo relay, Wu Chang first used two palm thunders to knock off the last bit of old Schneider's blood, and then took out the soul-cleansing flag to break the blood moon power in old Schneider's body.

Without the blood moon power, old Schneider's body quickly weathered and turned into ash in the blink of an eye.

I swallowed old Schneider's vitality and gained a temporary strength limit of 15 points.

Wu Chang looked at Pastor and the monster behind him, his eyes showing greed for attribute values.

"Mr. Pastor, it's four against two now."