Nightmare Attack

Looking at the splinters of wood on the ground, Chenran couldn't help but frown. He turned around, apparently wanting to clean it up himself.

"Ahem." Wei Jinting paused, "Wait a moment, I have something to tell you." The joking attitude disappeared, and he looked very serious at this moment.

"The night watchman planted hidden stakes among us." Chenran said casually.

"Hehe." Wei Jinting grinned, "Xiao Ranran, you are the bug in my belly. You know everything I think."

"Anyone who can hurt you like this must be prepared." Chenran turned his head and looked at Wei Jinting on the bed, "Who do you suspect?"

"Not many people have access to this level of information." Wei Jinting turned his neck, looked at Chenran with a strange look, and said slowly: "We are the only ones."

"As long as we think about it, we should be able to find this mole very quickly. It depends on what you want, sir."

After thinking for a moment, Chenran asked: "What kind of weapon was it that attacked you?"

"Yes." After a moment of pause, Wei Jinting's face became serious, "It's just that this time they are even crazier. They have begun to transform Class A, asking them to sign a blood contract on white paper, and then use it as a weapon against us."

"Whether they succeed or not, it will be difficult for them not to be eroded by the will behind the door. This is a complete suicide attack." Wei Jinting said: "Once awakened, their bodies will not be able to control the power of the taboo."

Seemingly thinking of something, Chenran immediately looked at his teammates on the bed, with an unprecedented emotion flashing in his eyes, "You brought her out because..."

"My ability is very important to what we are going to do. Withdrawing his eyes, Wei Jinting looked at the ceiling above his head, with waves in his eyes, "I need someone to inherit my door. "

After a long silence, "Why her?" Chenran asked.

"I don't know, maybe it was the look in her eyes. When she met me, she didn't think about surviving. The only thing she thought about was to drag me to hell with her."

"You are so stubborn." Wei Jinting suddenly smiled, with a little light in his eyes, "Are we like us back then? We were also deceived by those people with righteousness, and we could die for righteousness regardless of our own lives, but what is the result?"

"It was they who betrayed us! It was they who betrayed us!" Wei Jinting burst into tears. "They themselves have not recognized the monster they raised with their own hands."

"Everyone must learn to pay the price for their actions, and so do they." Wei Jinting grinned, "They would never have imagined what kind of monster I released from the door this time."

Recalling Wei Jinting's description of Wu, Chenran's expression gradually became strange.

"It's just two monsters."

There was a sound outside the door. Chenran and Wei Jinting looked at the door at the same time. A figure stood by the door, as if they had been there for a while.

An empty rectangular room.

The arrangement is solemn and solemn.

The area is large and it can accommodate hundreds of people. It is a wealthy place. The atmosphere of ancient decay permeates the place and persists for a long time.

This is a huge conference room. A pure black long table is placed in the middle, with two rows of high-back chairs symmetrically placed on both sides.

There are strange patterns engraved on the armrests of the chair. If you look at them for a long time, your eyes will seem to sink in.

There was a candlestick on the table, and the pale candle burned faintly, emitting a half-dead light.

Just like the people attending the meeting, most of them have already turned gray, and the traces of time are engraved on their faces exposed under their black cloaks.

It is unimaginable that most of these people are over 100 years old.

Some even experienced two world wars completely. In each battle, they were heroic participants and had countless medals at home.

But the light in these people's eyes is not like that of ordinary old people.

Each of them has a tall and straight posture, a long breath, and majestic muscles bulging from under the empty cloak.

Not only have they not aged, they are in excellent condition.

Their weapons were hidden under the cloaks. Most of them were cold weapons. Some looked ordinary daggers with blood grooves on both sides.

There are also curved knives with simple shapes and Persian style, with opal inlaid on them.

There are also some thermal weapons, revolvers with terrifyingly large calibers.

The ivory gun handle has been severely worn. If nothing else, it should be a product of the Western Cowboy Era.

Each weapon has its own origin and honor that belongs to them. After being corroded, countless bloodthirsty and cruel out-of-control persons fell under them one after another.

It's just that they, and their owners, can't see the light of day.

They can only hide in the shadows of the city.

Before the first ray of dawn comes, evacuate quietly.

their names.

Called the Night Watchman.

This is the highest meeting of the Enforcement Department of the Night's Watch.

There are very few people qualified to attend.

There are a total of 12 people present here, all members of the Elders of the Night Watch.

They come from the 12 families that originally founded the Night Watch.

A black wooden hammer tapped twice on the table. The man at the end of the long table raised his heavy eyelids and said with a hoarse voice like a death knell, "Start voting."

A young man walked out of the darkness on the left, wearing a suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and a pure white tie, holding a black wooden tray in his hand.

The young man began to walk along the seats. Every time he passed a chair, he paused briefly. Everyone present looked solemn.

"Boom."

Someone took off the ring on the little finger of his left hand and placed it solemnly on the tray.

The ring is relatively large, with concave and embossed techniques on the ring surface, and the crest of the holder's family is printed on it.

This means that he has the right to make promises on behalf of his family.

One after another, these old antiques who have lived for a whole century are hesitant on this matter.

Someone rubbed the signet ring for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly.

The young man holding the tray nodded slightly, then walked away expressionlessly and came to the next person.

After walking around, the young man returned to the starting point.

Everyone was staring at the tray in his hand. For the first time, a nervous emotion spread among the crowd, and fluctuations began to appear in those Gujing Wubo eyes.

This resolution will change a lot.

It can even be said that it is related to the lives of countless people.

Seven rings.

This represents 7 people supporting the resolution.

No, it’s the family behind the seven of them.

The Council of Elders stipulates that resolutions can only be implemented with the approval of two-thirds of the members.

There is still one person left.

At this time, everyone looked at the man at the end of the long table. He was the only one who had not expressed his position.

Big beads of sweat flowed down his temples. He slowly rubbed the thick emerald ring on his little finger. The atmosphere in the entire conference room was stagnant.

Finally, he took off the ring and placed it heavily on the tray.