Chapter 24 additional update, Emperor Nightclub
Inside the villa.
Li Yang played with the membership card in his hand.
This card was created by Rattle using the black magic of [Black Witch] in a day.
The card is completely black.
The pattern on the card is of three demons wearing black robes and wide hoods.
The demon in the middle has a plump figure and is obviously female.
The three demons represent the crow, the black dog, and the rattle respectively.
Three demons are holding a skull, and the skull represents Li Yang.
The card says [Low·Shadow Demon], which means low-level member, Shadow Demon.
This card belongs to Zhu Dajun.
Of course, the patterns and words on it can only be seen by creatures with extraordinary power.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an ordinary black card made of unknown material.
The rattle in front of the desk took a sip of milk tea and looked at Li Yang pitifully:
"Li Yang, I have finished making one, can you watch some cartoons?"< br>
Li Yang glanced at her:
"Jiraiya..."
Rattlebell quickly covered his ears:
"Don't spoil it, I "Do it, can't you do it after I finish it?"
Li Yang looked outside the door and saw a man standing there.
It's Du Yangming.
Li Yang clicked on the sofa beside him:
"Sit."
Du Yangming sat down uncomfortably.
He lowered his head and did not dare to look around.
From the moment he entered the villa, he felt like he had entered another world.
The weird crow and the black dog, the mysterious girl.
The man sitting on the sofa exudes depressing power.
The black cards in his hand are also so unusual.
This is an extraordinary world, a world that transcends the ordinary material level.
Du Yangming could feel that the young man playing with the black cards on the sofa was the God of Death today.
Li Yang frowned and said:
"Why haven't you recovered from your injuries?"
Vampires can recover quickly in the dark, no matter how many injuries they have.
Du Yangming's body was obviously still seriously injured.
Du Yangming did not dare to raise his head and said respectfully:
"I can control my recovery speed. I am afraid that if I recover too fast, others will notice the abnormality.
Moreover, these injuries are harmful to me now. Said it was no big deal."
Li Yang nodded.
Du Yangming glanced at Li Yang cautiously, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand.
The nails grew instantly, shining with a dangerous sheen.
Du Yangming asked with a complex expression:
"Master... what is my condition now?
Why did you give me such power and give me a new life? "
Li Yang said:
"You don't need to call me master, just call me sir."
Du Yangming nodded seriously:
"Yes, sir."
Li Yang said slowly:
“You should be clear about what you are now.
Just think that I am temporarily soft-hearted and unwilling to take your soul away.
Similarly, I happen to need someone to help me do something.
From now on, you are my apostle. "
Du Yangming's mouth opened slightly, and he was horrified.
Apostle?
Death's. . . . . apostle?
Yes, vampires are the darlings of the God of Death, and can be called the favored ones of the God of Death.
Have you become the messenger of death?
Serve. . . . . . . A god!
Accident, fear, panic, and mixed feelings mixed together to form an emotion called glory inexplicably.
Du Yangming said firmly:
"Sir, whatever you need me to do, I will do it."
Li Yang held the membership card between his index and middle fingers, flicked it, and Du Yangming quickly caught it with both hands. Li Yang's indifferent voice sounded:
"Give this card to its owner first."
. . . . . .
Emperor Nightclub.
The Emperor Nightclub is the busiest time late at night.
When talking about cooperation, celebrating success, and building relationships, Dihao Nightclub is the best choice and the best sincerity.
All kinds of luxury cars were parked at the door, and the guests entering and leaving the Emperor Nightclub were well-dressed.
Those who can spend money here are at least the middle class and petty bourgeoisie.
The doorman greeted the guests respectfully.
A strange man alerted the doorman.
The weird man wore a black raincoat, wrapped his body tightly, and walked towards the door with steady steps.
This doesn’t look like it’s for consumption.
The doorman quietly said a few words on the headset work channel, and greeted him with a professional smile:
"Sir, welcome to the Emperor Night Club, are you looking for someone or..."
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Halfway through the words, the doorman saw clearly what the man looked like under the hood of his raincoat and was stunned.
The weirdo had a bandage on his face, covering most of his face, leaving only his mouth, eyes, and part of his cheek skin exposed.
He is Du Yangming.
Du Yangming said in a low voice:
"Looking for someone."
The doorman swallowed his saliva.
He had seen the desperadoes in the darkness of the Emperor Nightclub.
This man has a rather cold aura, even more permeable than those desperadoes.
Sure enough, it was a mess!
At this time, the mad wolf's voice sounded in the doorman's earphones:
"Take him to the eighth floor."
Horror flashed through the doorman's eyes. Dare to neglect, he quickly welcomed Du Yangming into the nightclub.
Arrived at the eighth floor of Emperor Nightclub.
The doorman was not qualified to step into the corridor on the eighth floor. He lowered his head tightly and did not even dare to take a look.
If he sees something he shouldn't see, he won't survive.
The decoration on the eighth floor is more luxurious, and this is paradise in the eyes of ordinary people.
On both sides of the corridor stood princesses whose appearance and temperament resembled those of celebrities.
Wear high heels and stand meticulously in a standard etiquette posture.
A beautiful woman in professional attire saluted Du Yangming respectfully, twisted her waist, and led Du Yangming to the 888 private room.
When Du Yangming passed by, the two rows of princesses bowed and saluted, their voices sweet.
For the first time, he knew that there was such a place in the world.
The boss here is definitely a big shot that he wants to look up to.
To be precise, he was a big shot that his former self wanted to look up to.
Now, he is the messenger of death!
Du Yangming raised his head and looked at the waitress leading the way.
Perhaps, even this waitress was superior to herself a day ago.
Suddenly, Du Yangming was attracted by the fair neck of the waitress.
Very white and tender.
He swallowed.
I don’t know how delicious it is when I take a bite.
Du Yangming was startled by his own thoughts.
He is a vampire and wants to suck blood, but he does not want to hurt innocent people.
Finally arrived at private room No. 888. The waitress opened the door and said respectfully:
"Mr. Zhu, the distinguished guest has arrived."
Hearty laughter sounded in the private room:
"Hahahahahaha, please come in!"
Zhu Dajun immediately got up from the sofa The moment he stood up and took a closer look at Du Yangming, his pupils shrank.
There is no shadow on this man.
He is not human.
Zhu Dajun quickly concealed his inner surprise, greeted him enthusiastically, and took the initiative to extend his hands to shake hands with a very low posture:
"I am afraid of causing unnecessary trouble for you. I'm really sorry for not greeting you in person!
Please sit down! I'll punish myself with three drinks later!"
The waitress's eyes flashed with horror.
Looking at the entire South China Sea, who is qualified to ask Mr. Zhu to lower his profile like this?
She bowed respectfully and left carefully.
Du Yangming reluctantly glanced at the waitress's neck again and swallowed.
He was hungry, and an unquenchable hunger was engulfing him.
Zhu Dajun had a meaningful look in his eyes and quietly clicked on his earphones.
(End of this chapter)