Chapter 97 Hotel Transylvania needs rock music!
Late at night, when everything should be silent, there was a lot of joy inside and outside the castle.
Under the wooden signboard of "Hotel Transylvania" inlaid with English numerals and covered with fine spider webs, horse-drawn carriages came from afar, as if they were distinguished guests from different worlds.
"The people riding the pumpkin cart are Wayne and Wanda. They are werewolves who live in the north of the island."
"Werewolf?"
Mavis stood by the window and enthusiastically introduced each guest to Lango beside her.
After hearing the identity of the couple, Lango wondered: "Aren't werewolves and vampires feuding? Why are they still coming to your birthday party?"
"Feud?" Mavis heard this and shook her head in confusion: "How is that possible? Their family often comes to the hotel as guests, and they have a good relationship with my father. Although they sometimes quarrel, why? Let’s not even talk about enemies.”
Rango thought of the shadow hunter clan in New York. Claret's stepfather was a werewolf, and among the dark creatures they dealt with were vampires at the top of the list. He didn't believe it if there wasn't a deep hatred between the two.
But that is human society, and it really cannot be copied to the mysterious island.
He shrugged and didn't go into details any more. Mavis was still introducing him enthusiastically:
"Look over there, the coffin-style carriage inlaid with gems and gold is carrying the mummy uncle. It is said that he has lived for thousands of years and has extraordinary wisdom and experience."
"The one who was shipped in pieces of cardboard is Mr. Frankenstein. Although he is ugly, he has a kind heart."
"Oh, the walking spectacled man is the only invisible person on the island, Mr. Griffin. Although I don't know what he looks like, he is obviously short-sighted."
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Lango turned his attention to the strange-looking guys downstairs.
A family of werewolves with wolf heads and wolf bodies, but they can speak human words and walk upright; a mummy that is as bloated as a Michelin tire; Frankenstein, who is tall but has sutures all over his body and twists the clockwork every few steps; An invisible man wearing glasses, a patterned short-sleeved shirt and beach shorts.
And behind them there are more bizarre monsters, including green jelly-like slimes, slow-moving zombies, black witches riding brooms, eight-legged spider monsters, and disgusting-looking fly-men
Their waiters are zombies with slightly stiff limbs but fast movements. They shuttle among them without any sense of disobedience.
In front of the living room, a skeleton band dressed in traditional Mexican costumes was playing enthusiastically.
Whenever a new visitor comes in, the two dried heads hanging on the door will politely open their mouths and say hello.
This. This horse rider.
"It's just like a bunch of demons dancing around!"
Lango was so shocked that he was speechless. He didn't feel anything when watching the movie before, but now that he was in it, he felt the horror of this place.
There are all the guys down here, and the aura given to them by each monster is very terrifying.
He even wondered if these guys were all the ancestors of the dark creatures in human society, and when they got older, they all came together to the mysterious island to retire!
"You don't have to be afraid, Lango." Mavis seemed to see his inner worry and comforted: "Although they look a little weird, they are all good monsters and they love me very much. ”
"Sister, your dad is Dracula, do they dare to be unfriendly to you?" Lange said speechlessly.
"Hmph, don't call me eldest sister."
Mavis pretended to be angry and patted him. Ever since he knew his true age, Lango began to call her this teasingly.
She was a little embarrassed at first, but after getting along for a while, they quickly became familiar with each other. Not only did they often make jokes, but even physical contact became natural and frequent.
Don’t get me wrong, these were all initiated by Mavis.
Here Lange was ready to observe the guests queuing up outside the hotel to come in, but Mavis could no longer contain her excitement and took his hand and walked impatiently towards the banquet hall.
"Let's go down quickly, Teddy and Toothless are already playing down there."
"No wonder I haven't seen them anywhere, etc."
Lango stopped at the door, then pointed at his face that was painted blue and asked: "How should I introduce myself when I go down? Blue Man?"
"Don't worry, I will introduce you to you as Frank, the sutured Frankenstein."
After saying that, she took Lango's hand and walked briskly up the stairs. The joy in her heart seemed to overflow. She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't been so happy!
Although Lange looked a little helpless, he was also infected by Mavis's enthusiasm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth inadvertently.
At this time, in the banquet hall, laughter and laughter intertwined into a sea of joy.
The skeleton band played a fast-paced but indescribable melody, causing the monsters to dance and tap one after another.
The surrounding tables were filled with plates of pastries covered with worms. In Lango's view, these dark delicacies were delicacies in the eyes of the guests, who were savoring them carefully with knives and forks.
Especially Toothless, the way he wolfed down the food attracted the skeleton waiters to set up a special table just for him. On the other side, colorful and bubbly drinks are piled up into a tower.
Although these unknown liquids looked extremely suspicious, Teddy drank them very happily. The guy even mixed them with a piece of green jelly-like slime. The two of them drank and laughed, looking extremely happy. .
"These two boys regard this as their own home."
Lange shook his head helplessly, but there was no worry about them in his eyes.
This is Dracula's territory, and it's his baby daughter's birthday party, just in case some unscrupulous guy dares to come out and cause trouble.
There is no need for Lango to take action, Dracula, as his daughter's slave, will definitely come out and suck him off immediately!
"Hey Mavis, you look gorgeous today."
As soon as the two of them came down the stairs, a burly gargoyle came forward and showed great courtesy to Mavis.
It is worth mentioning that today Mavis is wearing a black tutu with black stockings and small leather shoes. Coupled with the black eye shadow and lip gloss on her face, she looks sweet and cute but also a bit mysterious. breath.
The gargoyle couldn't help but want to raise her hand and kiss it, but Mavis glanced at Lango beside her, and then quickly pulled her hand away.
Then, without waiting for the guy to speak, she introduced to Rango: "This is Mr. Gargoyle who lives in the dark forest."
Then he added in a low voice: "Although he looks burly and tall, he is a timid and lustful guy. I don't know why dad invited him."
Lange smiled and nodded, looking curiously at the three-meter-tall gargoyle with bulging muscles and vibrating wings.
"Hahaha, hello Mr. Shitou."
Lango greeted him friendly and complimented him a few cleverly. When the other party was in a daze, he took the opportunity to ask: "Just now, Mavis said, brother, you are from the dark forest. Can you tell me about things there."
"Of course, but you." The gargoyle looked at him, scratched his head and said puzzledly: "I'm a little confused about the origins of people like you. Are you really a Frankenstein? Why are you not ugly at all?"
Lango's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Explain to me first what is meant by 'people like you'?! You are damn racist!"
"No, no, no, this is just a joke. I also have Frankenstein friends around me."
at the same time.
On the highest floor of the hotel, there is a quiet room hidden, where Dracula is standing quietly in front of a classical oil painting.
In the painting, he, who looks almost the same as he does now, looks at each other and smiles with a woman with a gentle face and a charm similar to Mavis. That is his deceased wife.
"Dear, tonight, our daughter will celebrate her one hundred and eighteenth birthday, which also means the moment when she truly becomes an adult."
Dracula caressed the face of the person in the painting, his eyes full of deep affection and longing for his late wife, "Don't worry, I have protected our daughter very well. She will not come into contact with any hateful humans. She will be with me." Under his care, he grows up happily, just like you expected.”
Looking at the woman in the portrait, Dracula hesitated in his eyes and finally said: "But Mavis still came into contact with a human being today, but I don't think that Rango looks like a bad person. Don't worry, wait for him. After he finishes singing for Mavis, I will send him out immediately!”
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Dracula's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that he had overlooked an important link - Lango's promised singing!
His figure flashed and turned into a wisp of black mist, instantly disappearing from the room and rushing to the banquet hall.
In the hall, Lange was drinking and chatting with the gargoyle. After a few glasses of wine, the two seemed to be close friends who talked about everything.
"Listen buddy, if you want to enter the dark forest, don't forget to come to my territory as a guest."
The gargoyle patted its chest boldly and promised: "I have many gargoyle moon-dressed dancers there, and I will treat you well when the time comes."
Lango glanced at the monster-like gargoyle beside him, shrugged noncommittally and said with a smile: "Of course, thank you for the information, it's very useful to me."
Boom——!
At this moment, a sudden burst of black mist burst, and Dracula suddenly appeared in front of them. He pulled Lango to the corner, and then asked anxiously: "The party has already started, but you said you wanted to What about the song for Mavis? You won’t forget it, right? I can tell you that Mavis has been waiting for this.”
Lango blinked. He had really forgotten this when he was so busy observing these monsters and asking for information on the island. It was just singing, which was nothing more than a trivial matter to him who had used his hands to pick up countless girls when he was in middle school.
"Don't worry, what does Mavis usually like to listen to?" Lange asked confidently: "Country love songs? Rap? Blues."
"Rock!" Dracula shouted excitedly: "Hotel Transylvania needs rock and roll!"
"Isn't OK just rock and roll?"
Lango touched his chin and was a little confused. He didn't know how to do gothic rock.
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