Thriller Paradise

At 1 pm, Xiao Tan and the two NPCs arrived at a large house at the Northwest corner of the community.

The three children walked side by side to the fence of the house and stopped.

"Fine ... I believe we really can't find anyone else to translate this book ..." Sean told Xiao Tan.

"But ... Someone has to knock on the door, right?" As he spoke, his eyes drifted over to Xiao Tan.

"Don't worry, I'll go. " Xiao Tan agreed readily. As an adult, he would not be like these children who were afraid of a neighbor they were not familiar with because of some prejudice.

"You have to think carefully ... Wang, he's very scary ..." Horace put on a serious look and reminded,"he's German. Maybe he doesn't even know how to speak English."

"Hmm ..." Sean thought for a moment and said,"should we go and find out what 'please don't kill us' is in German?"

“Bitte_toten_sie_Mich_nicht.”In the next second, a voice suddenly came from their side, speaking in fluent German.

When the three of them heard this, they were stunned and looked in the direction of the voice.

What entered their sight ... Was an old man wearing a red plaid shirt and a gray woolen coat.

Ten minutes later, inside the house ...

"Boys, time is running out." The strange Germany man held a sharp knife in his hand. With his back against the light, he stood in front of the sofa and said with a stern expression,"this is your last chance today ..." As he spoke, he bent over and cut a piece of fruit pie on the coffee table,"...Come and taste my personally made, Hot Pie."

As he spoke, he placed a slice of pie on the other side of the coffee table.

At that moment, Xiao Tan, Horace, and Sean were already seated on the sofa. Horace took the pie from the old man with a silly smile on his face. He even turned to look at the two people beside him, his expression as if to say: "I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing."

"Alright, what did we read?" The strange Germany man returned to his seat and put on his reading glasses after he finished cutting the pie. He turned to the children and picked up the book."Oh, it's here ... The amulet itself is not that big, and there are mysterious runes carved on it ..." After the translation, he seemed to have realized something. He immediately turned the book around to face Xiao Tan and the others."...This thing looks quite weird, doesn't it?"

Xiao Tan focused his gaze and saw a hand-drawn sketch on the page. As a whole, the pattern looked like ... Two Mini Dragons (their appearance was similar to the dragons in Western mythology and not the dragons in the East), one on the left and one on the right, one high and one low, clinging to an oval-shaped rock of a different color.

Of course ... If Feng bujue was there to observe, he would have noticed that fan Haixin had used a Quill instead of a fountain pen when he drew the picture, and from the ink, he could tell that the man had been in a hurry when he drew the picture. It was also possible for him to deduce the true appearance of the amulet from this poor drawing. However ... Brother Jue was not there, and no one would care about these details.

"Is this the amulet?" Xiao Tan looked at the pattern and asked.

"I think so," The strange Germany man replied.

"Hey, guys ..." Horace lowered his voice and said to his two friends beside him in an excited tone,"the strange Germany guy is so powerful."

The old man, who was called the strange Germany, glanced at the children and said with a subtle expression,""My name is Leonardo. Simino. "

"Uh ... Mr. Simino." Sean then asked,"can you explain in detail the part about 'equalization'? I don't understand. "

"Yes." Simino answered,"according to this book ... The power of good and evil will constantly fluctuate and replace each other." And every hundred years, at a certain point in time, these two powers will reach a perfect balance. " He paused for two seconds."And the amulet we were talking about just now has gathered the 'power of good'. It is a holy weapon for exorcism. Not only can it resist evil, but it is also ...'Indestructible'." He pointed at the page with his finger."Here ... The word 'unobtainable' is used, and there's a horizontal line at the bottom."

At this point, he turned a page and continued to read,""And in the 'night of resurrection' that happens once every 100 years, when the midnight bell rings, the amulet will become particularly fragile. During this time, it will be in a 'destructive' state. "

"What happens if the amulet is destroyed?" Sean asked.

"Then the balance between good and evil will be broken." "Evil ... Will become the new order of this world," said Simino. "But our friend, Mr. Vanshein, said that there is at least one way to stop the dark forces even on the night of resurrection ..."

"What is it?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.

"If someone can get the amulet before the dark forces, they can open the gate to the border prison through a ritual ... A ritual that can only be held once every hundred years." Simino replied,"it's like a terrifying vortex or a ferocious tornado ... It can swallow up evil forces and everything around it ... And thus maintain peace for an entire century."

Xiao Tan and the two children from The Monster Club were listening to Simino's story attentively. Even Horace put down the pie in his hand.

Did he describe the process of the ritual?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.

"Yes, and it's very detailed." "This 'diary' lasted until the last day of his battle with the dark forces," The interesting thing is ... From the date, there are less than 12 hours left, which is around midnight ... We will be 100 years away from that day. "

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At 1:40 pm, in the suburbs.

He didn't know what kind of structure this planet, which was similar to the United States in the 1980s, had. Not far from the city, there was a swamp covered in thick fog. Although it was only a 30-minute drive from the city, the landscape here was comparable to a primeval forest.

"It's nearby, can you smell it?" Dracula walked through the muddy ground with his elegant, unhurried steps.

"Ah? A werewolf wearing a tattered jacket and jeans followed Dracula and responded with a few roars that sounded like wolves and gorillas.

Fuchi Fuchi

As soon as they finished their conversation, the sound of something being dragged came from not far away.

Dracula and the werewolf turned around and saw ... A mummy.

"Ha ..." Dracula chuckled and did not say anything.

He also knew that there was nothing much to say to The Mummy, which was obviously not very good at communicating.

In short, The Mummy and the werewolf seemed to have tacitly acknowledged their identities as "followers" and followed Dracula. Dracula, on the other hand, did not mind it at all and led the two forward.

As they walked, they came to a deep, vast swamp.

"This is the place." Dracula stood at the edge of the swamp and said in a deep voice.

After her speech, Jing Shu descended.

A moment later, the middle of the swamp seemed to boil ... A large number of mud bubbles emerged.

"Si la~~~~~~"

A few seconds later, a large rectangular wooden box emerged from the surface of the swamp, accompanied by a rhythmic and strange sound of footsteps.

Then, a figure covered in mud appeared.

The "human" figure raised the box with both hands and walked out from the bottom of the swamp.

When he reached the shore, the muddy water on his body quickly receded, revealing his true appearance.

All in all, he was a fish spirit (according to the credits at the end of the movie, this monster was called Gillman, which could be translated as "Gillman"). His face was like the combination of a bumpkin and a bumpkin (both of them were the little demons in Journey to the West). His body shape looked similar to a human 's, and he had distinct pectoral and abdominal muscles. Its hands and feet were webbed and clawed, and its entire body was covered in crocodile-like skin.

This was another monster with low intelligence. After he moved the wooden box ashore, he looked at Dracula without saying a word, as if waiting for his boss's instructions.

At this moment, the faint sound of thunder suddenly came from the sky above the thick fog.

Dracula once again sat down affectionately next to the large wooden box and handed his staff to The Mummy standing behind him.

"I've been waiting for too long ..." Dracula slowly reached out and opened the lid of the wooden box."...Too long ..."

Looking at the Count's current state, nine out of ten people would guess that the person lying in the wooden box was his old lover.

However, after the lid was opened, a tall and strong man was revealed.

Compared to the other three monsters, the one lying in the wooden box was Frankenstein, who had a name.

"A cane." Dracula stared at Franken for a few seconds, then turned around and said to The Mummy,"

The Mummy immediately extended his staff and placed the tip of the staff in front of Dracula.

The head of the staff was a bronze bat carving. It was the size of an Apple and had a lifelike appearance.

Without even looking at it, Dracula skillfully pulled out the two' bat ears 'from the tip of the staff and pressed them on Franken's ears.

He didn't know who designed it for him ... But after the two parts were pulled out, two slender copper wires were actually pulled out, and the two "bat ears" could be used as clamps.

"Wake up ... My old friend." Dracula took the staff and stood up. He read excitedly,"our time has come!"

After saying that, he raised the end of the staff high and pressed a certain mechanism on the staff. A metal rod instantly popped out from the end of the staff and turned into a strange, upright lightning rod ...

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On the other hand, in the community, in the sewers.

The battle between the four people from Hell's frontline and blades had been fought from the ground to the underground.

It had changed from a sniper battle across the street to a surprise attack in a specific environment.

"Another trap ..." After the sixth small-scale directional blast, ravenous Wolf's life Points finally fell below 20%. Just in case, he had to drink a large dose of life point potion.

"Every one of them is placed in a different form, huh ..." Tan lang thought to himself."Even though I know ... That Feng bujue is not the only strategist at the frontline of hell ... But to be able to do this, it is truly admirable ..."

"Hey ... You've been hit six times already, are you really okay?" Jun po, who was more than ten meters behind his teammates, asked worriedly,"why don't I take the lead?"

"Stop joking." Tan lang replied,"if it were you, it wouldn't be a problem of being hit six times ... You might have already died six times."

"You really dare to say that." Pojun's mouth twitched as he replied in a noncommittal tone.

"I'm telling the truth ..." Tan lang replied seriously,"I've been maintaining a high level of concentration while moving forward. In addition, I have special equipment and S-level medical mastery skills. Otherwise, I would have died a few times."

"Oh? It's just a few traps and it's already so troublesome?" Jun po asked.

"It might be fine normally, but don't forget ..." Tan lang replied,"... Our bodies have been shrunk. Under such a premise, the products of the summoning mastery and machinery will be more effective. " He paused for a moment."And the most typical example is ... Explosives."

"If you're talking about explosives, I have one too." Jun po continued,"since it's not worth it for us to pursue them, why should we take the initiative to attack? We can learn from them and set up traps along the way ..."

"Then wouldn't that mean that we've lost the advantage we had on the ground?" Tan lang said,"it wasn't easy to obtain a certain degree of suppression by taking the initiative and force them to escape underground ... If we stop the pursuit and let them retreat in one piece, wouldn't all our previous efforts be in vain?"

"Calm down ..." As expected of the man that brother Jue had high hopes for. In this situation, he was actually more rational than tan lang, the tactician."...Perhaps the other party is using this mentality of yours to lure you into continuing your pursuit ... And then increase the losses ..."

With the captain's advice, tan lang also came to a realization."Wait ... You're right ..." His expression changed slightly."I seem to have unknowingly fallen into the gambler's thoughts ..."

The so-called gambler's way of thinking was composed of many parts, and the two most typical parts were: First, a small win was not considered a win, and not winning more than that was equivalent to losing. Second, the more you lose, the more you have to increase your chips, so that you can earn back your capital.

"Right! We can't continue chasing ..."At this moment, tan Lang's mind buzzed, and many images flashed in front of his eyes. He quickly said to po Jun," it's not that I'm smart, but those explosive traps ... Were just a trick to distract us! The other party's true objective is ..."

BOOM!

At this moment.

A loud explosion interrupted his words.

A huge tremor interfered with their footsteps.

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