What they saw was a tomb area, with round hills of sealed soil, and the loess bulges imitating mountains. Each hill was inserted with swords or guns as tombstones, and an iron nameplate was hung with a written name and identity, and they were all enemies of the past.

The vast white fog makes these fairy islands on the sea of ​​fences. Little Helen walks quietly on the fog sea with a little white cat. This land of the dead has planted many trees, including pine and cypress, and the leaves are falling and only the iron trunks left, which are full of moonlight in the wind, reflecting the fog sea.

In their field of vision, a blue pattern slowly rose over the treetops, turned into a bat mark cast by a searchlight under the clouds, and then turned into a thin color of moonlight, with the light rendered by the moon halo, and the black of silver after being oxidized for a long time.

The red and black moonlight descended into the cemetery, which was the location of the earthquake. A new tomb quickly transformed from the sea of ​​fog in the open space. It was more than three meters high and looked very grand, hidden in their sight through the trees.

Ji Lun had arrived here before them to check it out and exclaimed: "Western Tomb?"

The characteristics are very typical. Large-scale tombs in the European style do not have the Chinese kings and princes as the cover of mountains. They are mainly small countries and few people. They are feudal and separatist. Not to mention the count, the king cannot mobilize so much construction manpower. There is only a small stone house with square stone. However, the advantage of stone is that it is stable and has enough to survive forever. If you really have money, you can create a pyramid, which is the limit of a stone tomb, which is not inferior to mountains.

The style is generally like this, but this tomb has some special and unfamiliar details. It does not have the cross stele common in Western tombs in Jilun's impression, the guardian angel stone statue, and the cold stone roof is a pair of stone sculptures with bat wings. On the left and right sides of the house are bare girl stone sculpture columns. They are surrounded by thorns and pierced into their bodies. They hold up their hands to support the eaves and hold up the bat wings.

The girl's expression on the left is full of pain, and the girl's expression on the right is no different from women, but it gives Ji Lun a different feeling, which may be a spiritual hallucination. The tomb itself seems to be connected to something and has a powerful reaction.

The front of this small Western tombstone house, even the upper and lower fangs of the bat, was opened, and an arch was erected, with two carved and hollowed-out stone door fences. They were now closed, looking through the gaps of carved fences wrapped by the vertical two snakes, the room behind the fence was empty.

This did not make Ji Lun surprised. Everyone was dead, so there was no thing in the room. Just make a house, as if the owner of the tomb was still living in peace. The emotion and dignity of this culture of death was caused by human nature. I was afraid of death and loneliness. This is the same in every place, but I didn’t expect that the vampire was also afraid of death and death.

Little Helen walked to Jilun and looked at the intricate and exquisite stone house: "Teacher, what is this?"

"Anthony vampire's tomb, Anthony von Marcus looks a bit famous, noble hehe"

Ji Lun shrugged and handed the hideous vampire head to Little Helen. When he left, he paused again. Looking back at the two carved stone doors of the cemetery, he always felt that it looked like an elevator.

"teacher?"

"It's okay to leave." Ji Lun waved his hand and took Helen out of the cemetery.

The evolutionary earthquake continued behind us until we left the fog town.

The grave area, which was originally indistinguishable, was appearing inside a small wall surrounding the large Western tomb, forming a distinction between the absolute majority and the absolute minority, but it left a porch connected. One side of the porch was made of moist jade and the other side was made of crystal, emitting two halos under the moonlight, allowing both sides of the grave area to bathe in different brilliance.

boom!

The fog faded like a tide, sweeping all the scenes faded away, disappearing on the river beach, and the figures of the master and the disciple disappeared.

Back at the "Shui Palace Dragon Boat", Ji Lun shook his body, lost his suppression and started coughing again. When he took out his handkerchief, he couldn't use it anymore. Little Helen silently handed over the second handkerchief, Ji Lun smiled and said, "How many have you brought?"

"A lot, a lot." Little Helen reached out and covered the teacher's mouth, telling him not to joke.

She ran into the cabin corridor and almost ran into the three Wushan sisters who came out to greet her. They watched the blond girl lower her head and ran over, and asked nervously. Without a response, they went out. When they saw Ji Lun coming back, they breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it successful?"

Ji Lu covered his mouth with his handkerchief and didn't say anything. He just nodded his head, which made the three sisters feel happy. Xiao Lu, who was thin and small and had a weak sense of presence, secretly paid attention to Ji Lu the most and saw the wound at the first time: "Your wound"

Wu Shanxia woke up and said, "I went to call the doctor, but he didn't get off the boat and was on standby."

After she left, Wu Shanyan and her younger sister Wu Shanlu helped Ji Lu into the cabin, went down the stairs, and took him back to the rest room without caring about this area as a male rest area.

When I went down the stairs, my lungs were still touched. Blood was dripping under my feet. The lights in the corridor were a little shaking and blurred in Ji Lun's vision. Too much blood loss caused. When I heard footsteps, many hatch doors opened, all of them were all Chinese people's faces, their clothes were neat, and they didn't sleep at all. I was waiting late at night. At this time, I stood solemnly with no words. My eyes watched Ji Lun walk by and greeted him with a gaze.

When the old captain heard the news of the warrior's victory and triumphant success, he came over immediately. He was wearing an old military dress and solemnly wearing a military cap. When he came in, he was amazed: "I met your daughter. I heard that she was a vampire. This thing is evil. I only heard from the older generation of seamen who told Western legends. Even the counts were all heroes who could fight against it, and it was difficult to chase and eradicate it. You could kill it."

"I used some tricks." Ji Lun coughed repeatedly and dyed his second handkerchief red.

"Be careful! Hold your words-" The old captain burst out with a hometown accent, put on his hat, and opened the door: "I'll call the doctor uh."

Outside the door, Little Helen appeared with the doctor panting. The doctor was sleepy, obviously raising her sleep.

The old captain made way, looked at the little blonde girl running in, looked at Ji Lun, and smiled: "The young man has a good daughter." Then he went to various parts of the ship and personally told the crew members on duty: "Our hero is back."

"Oh--" There was a burst of cheers in the cabins on and off the ship.

The Water Palace Dragon Boat was originally slowed down. The Chinese people organized themselves to go to the cabin to sleep in advance. At night, foreigners also went to bed one after another. No one noticed. The old captain maintained the minimum power of the steam boiler. At this time, the ship was burning coal. The boiler and steam pipelines needed to be preheated to a certain pressure before they could drive the mechanical rotor. They could not turn off the fire, otherwise it would take an hour to start again. And sail at the slowest speed.

This is to avoid heavy consumption of Jilun.

The ship is the owner of Alice Zhang Shipping Company. All crew members receive foreign wages, but their hearts are not outside. They are not able to go to the battlefield, but choose to silently support them in their own way, forming the accent of this staggering old empire that started the industry.

In the dimly lit lounge, the doctor examined Ji Lun's body with a stethoscope. After that, he prescribed medicine and told him not to exert force anymore. He was embarrassed: "Emperor Xia asked me to wait in the lounge. I set an hour for the alarm clock and was sleepy for a while. I didn't expect Lieutenant Ji Lun to come back so quickly."

"Take a head and come back."

Ji Lun said it very ordinary, but the people around him were silent. Xiaolu had tears in his eyes. Her lively second sister Wu Shanxia wanted to say something but couldn't say it. In the end, only the steady Wu Shanyan said: "Can we see its head?"

Gudong--

The sound of papaya rolling on the ground, the cloth was wrapped around it, and a hideous vampire head swayed in front of everyone, with fangs stretched out, wrinkles on his face, and gray hair. If it weren't for the outline of the young and handsome violinist before, he wouldn't have recognized it.

But Sen Xie clearly told them that this was the same person. The three women endured the fear and observed carefully, and could not see any reputation.

However, the doctor saw many corpse specimens and smiled and said, "I have worked as a part-time veterinarian for two years." He picked up the vampire's head, closed its open mouth, wiped Chen Hei's blood, and rubbed his hands on its painfully twisted cheeks. This skillful movement made several women stunned. He heard him say, "I have been a forensic doctor for two years, burying the corpse and plastic surgery." After he finished speaking, Wu Xiaolu couldn't help but retreat and rubbed his position. It was strange that she was not afraid of Ji Lun, who was like killing people, but she would be afraid of such a peaceful doctor.

After the doctor restored the vampire's head to a plastic surgery, he raised it and looked it in front of him, pushed his glasses to the flat light and murmured: "It looks a bit familiar, I've seen it in foreign newspapers."

During the conversation, I learned that this senior doctor who issued a medical certificate in Zhili First Hospital was studying abroad. Ji Lun's heart was slightly moved. Just as he was about to speak, little Helen covered his mouth, so he had to shut up.

The little girls from ordinary Chinese families would not do such blunt and rude to their elders. In everyone's surprised eyes, Loli took off her own wool hat, showed a short blonde hair, and told the doctor in Breitan that the standard name she heard: "anthonyvonmarcus."

The doctor looked slightly stunned, and the head in his hand fell to the ground with a slap, and asked repeatedly: "Angry von Marcus, are you sure?"

"Teach." Little Helen put on her wool hat again and answered in unstandard imperial language.

"But I died ten years ago. I remembered that I saw Anthony's obituary in the newspaper when I was studying in the continental region, and later I saw avatars on the music salon printing items introduced by some classmates."

The doctor slapped his hands and all the memories were connected, which made him suddenly realize: "This famous musician in the continent, Anthony, died at the age of fifty, and 100,000 people in the capital of the One Willing Kingdom carried a coffin for him. The Frans Empire also initiated negotiations to controversy about his burial place, and believed that Anthony had been in Frans for half his life, so he should be buried in Frans."

"The single willed man refuted that the Frans people were not worthy of a noble burial, and satirized that the old emperor of the First Empire of Frans rose in the Great Revolution, the Great Revolution."
Chapter completed!