"James, we should calm down. Lawrence is dead. What kind of thing can take the life of a vampire so easily? This ability is too weird." The female vampire wanted to persuade her lover to give up. They had a long life and there was no need to fight here. It was too worthless to lose their lives inexplicably.
The black vampire died too casually, which made her feel real fear.
So what if the body has strong recovery ability? Some strange power suppressed the regenerative ability of vampires. Now the black vampire has completely turned into a corpse, and there is no sign of resurrection.
James grabbed the female vampire by the neck: "You are going to give up? That guy's attack power is getting weaker and weaker, can't you see that?"
He has become weaker, so have we become stronger? The female vampire looked at the body of the black vampire and said nothing. She was using silence to express her attitude.
"I admit that this guy's ability is indeed strong, but there are only a few back and forth. As long as you master the rules, it is not difficult to deal with him. He had a close connection with that woman before, and now the connection has reached us. What does this mean? Don't you understand?"
The white vampire James lowered his voice: "I always feel that if this ability is controlled by us, the power it exerts will be very powerful! Use your brain to think about it! If we can crack the secret of this ability, those vampire elders can only kneel on the ground and kiss our feet!"
After inducement, coercion, persuasion, and threats, the two vampires reached a consensus with some difficulty. They will continue to fight with that strange guy! Kill the poisonous woman by the way!
Smashing the black vampire to death made the death god vent his anger. His existence is difficult to interpret from a human perspective. He once existed, but then fell. Now he is revived again. Many things are actually different from before.
For the whole world, he is still in the stage of re-cognition. At this time, he is like a newborn baby, but compared to ordinary babies, he has huge energy.
The battle with the vampires, coupled with the defeat of the white-clothed ghost, made him realize the difference between ordinary people and extraordinary people. He learned from experience and began to accumulate energy, preparing to launch a new round of attacks when the time was right.
At this time, Bella parked her car on the side of the road, and was curiously looking at the ghost truck that was almost completely scrapped but was still chasing her.
The tires of the car were all destroyed, and the engine and drive shaft were either gone or broken. The whole car looked miserable, but it still relied on the wronged souls in the car to provide power, and slowly moved towards Bella's position at a snail's pace.
Who can you kill at this speed?
Racial discrimination will not die well! Bella picked up a stone from the side of the road and threw it far away. There was a muffled sound of "pop", and the door on the left side of the ghost truck was smashed into a dent again.
This car is finished! The ghost in the car is about to die!
She quickly came to this conclusion.
If Bella were an ordinary person, she would just run as far as she could while screaming like the supporting actresses in many horror movies, but she was obviously not.
She approached the ghost truck with a little excitement. The closer she got, the angrier the truck seemed to be. It was roaring, shouting, and wanted to kill all passers-by.
"Still trying to be so aggressive with me?" Bella grabbed the door of the truck, and the severely broken door was pulled down by her.
The truck was actually still moving forward, but the speed was extremely slow, and Bella easily entered the cab.
Alas? She sat in front of the steering wheel and found that a white mist-like creature seemed to be condensing into shape. In the white mist, she could vaguely hear the screams of the innocent people who died tragically under the wheels of the truck.
"Haha! Fortunately, I came to take a look!"
She saw it at first glance. This white mist-like creature should be the soul of the truck driver, but it was too badly destroyed before, so it could not condense into shape.
It seems that he is preparing to devour the negative emotions accumulated in the truck to recover from his injuries.
Once the truck driver's soul is restored to its original state, he will most likely be able to continue chasing Bella.
"Your luck is really bad!" She used the only spell she was good at, the Mind Shield, as a weapon and smashed it towards the co-pilot's seat.
The mist-like creature was like a sandwich, sandwiched between the two sides of the Mind Shield and squeezed in the middle.
After less than two seconds, the collection of many negative emotions that existed as a tonic was squeezed from the inside out, and then the truck driver's soul was on the verge of collapse.
Just when Bella was about to kill this guy completely, a white light suddenly appeared outside the car door.
She had an explosive figure, black hair covering her face, a white dress, and bare feet.
"Send me home."
Bella really couldn't control her emotional fluctuations. She was like seeing a relative: "Fuck! Big sister, you are not dead!?"
For Bella, as long as someone sincerely praises her and praises her beauty, he is a good person! Relatives!
"Send me home." The white-clothed female ghost pointed at Bella's pickup truck.
The words were still the same, but the specific meaning was very different.
Bella carefully felt it, frowned, and distinguished the information she read from the psychic energy. After a while, she tentatively asked: "Do you mean that you and my car have become one?"
This answer was unexpected, but also reasonable.
The pickup truck itself had been used by the Indian tribe for nearly 30 years, and it was more or less contaminated with the spirits of the Indian tribe. After that, Bella drove the car to avoid the attacks of the god of death many times.
To some extent, this car can be regarded as having the attribute of immortality.
When the white-clothed female ghost was killed by someone's beauty, by accident, she merged the last bit of her soul essence with the pickup truck.
She got rid of the fate of seducing the passing male driver, and at the same time, the pickup truck became different from before.
The ghost girl in white nodded and pointed to the ghost truck on the other side: "Send me home."
Bella scratched her head and thought for a while: "You want the parts of this truck to modify the pickup truck you are in now?"
"Send me home."
"But the pickup truck is my car! What? It's mine during the day and yours at night? How can you work in shifts? It's as weird as driving a taxi."
"Send me home."
"Well, let's talk about two conditions. As long as you don't kill people casually and praise me every seven days, I will agree to it. How about it?"
After some consultation with the ghost girl in white, they finally reached a friendly agreement.
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