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Arkansas, Jack Wilson.

  In the northwest corner of Jack Wilson Town, there is a three-story old house that has been deserted for many years, and few people usually dare to approach it.

  It is said that many people died in that house, and the original owner was one of the most famous manor owners in the town. In the north of the town, there was a vast cotton garden and hundreds of black slaves.

  However, the male owner of this family was extremely cruel to the black slaves, and he could often see the bodies of black slaves who had been tortured to death thrown nearby. But I don't know if it's true or not. It is said that the owner's family brutally killed a black slave man, and his wife was a shaman who cursed the male owner of the house.

  One night, the male owner shot and killed his wife and children as if possessed by a demon, and finally committed suicide by swallowing the gun. The terrified townspeople burned the female black slave to death, and the house was completely abandoned. No one dared to take over or take down the house. This neighborhood has become a taboo in Jacksonville.

   Whether the rumors are true or not is unknown, but if someone sees the scene in this old house at this moment, they may be haunted by nightmares for the rest of their lives.

  More than a dozen bluish-white mummified corpses were scattered in the hall and various rooms. There were men and women, even old people and children. They all looked extremely shriveled like flowers, as if they had been air-dried.

At night, in the cellar of the old house, a coffin that was put in somehow, with dry soil and tree roots hanging on it, was slowly pushed away from the inside, a pale and slender finger supported the edge, and slowly got up .

  Adam looks like he hasn't bathed for a long time.

  The hair is entangled with mud and mottled dark brown blood clots, and a woolen jacket that I don't know where is also dirty and black so that the background color cannot be seen. His complexion was still as pale as ever, but it was covered with fine wrinkles as if he had aged, and his eyes also looked a little gray.

  He licked his chapped lips, as if he felt something, he grinned cruelly.

  Boom!

  Victor kicked open the door of the house, and accumulated dust filled the room.

  The room was pitch black, and Victor didn't try to light an oil lamp or candle. His pupils became brighter in this dark environment, just like the bright eyeballs of a cat at night, and his vision was not affected.

  He glanced casually at the corpses in the house, sniffed, and looked disgusted.

   "Your choice is correct."

  Adam came out of the cellar, pulled up a high-backed chair fairly quickly, and sat in the center of the hall on the first floor. His expression seemed to be as relaxed as ever, but his obviously dry and wrinkled skin revealed that he was not in a good state.

   "I don't think so." Victor said with undisguised disdain.

  Adam's expression froze, and he suddenly smiled slyly: "But you're still here, aren't you? You don't have any choice."

He suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "Your brother, of course, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with him, and the strength of the two of you seems to be different. He really surprised me, he For the first time in nearly a millennium, I was traumatized like this by the force."

  Victor stood silently, without words.

"But you long for power, don't you? You don't hide your desire for power. Then, let me add your strength." Adam's eyes shone with a strange red light, and he continued excitedly: "It must be far better than him. !"

"Are you so confident that I will accept your so-called power?" Victor looked around at the many sucked corpses, and continued with disdain: "I killed hundreds of your servants. I am not qualified to accept the power."

  In Victor's eyes, even gaining the power of some ordinary vampires is useless, and he doesn't like those ridiculous semi-finished products at all.

"No, no, you are different from them, you will get my power, my origin blood! And that will make you the most terrifying existence in the world! Besides—" Adam blinked, staring strangely. Looking at Victor, he stood up slowly.

   "Why do you feel that you have the right to choose?" Adam stretched out his palm to Victor, his five fingers stretched out, and the **** light in his eyes seemed to be real.

   Kaka!

  Victor's knee seemed to be under some huge pressure, and he couldn't help twitching and shaking. He let out a low and muffled growl, but he didn't last long, plop! Kneeling heavily in front of Adam.

"Hahahahaha! From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were destined to be my servant! You were too careless, you were bitten many times by my descendants, weren't you, and the last bite I gave you , so that you have no chance to resist!"

  Victor's body kept shaking, as if he was resisting something.

  As Adam spoke, he took off his clothes, and blue-black bloodshots continued to emerge from his naked body. Adam cut open the skin on the left side of his chest with his black-red sharp nails.

"Come on, drink my blood and become my most powerful servant, I will let that **** who dares to hurt me be killed by my own brother! Go and avenge me, take back everything I lost, God glory." Adam opened his arms and raised his head high.

Different from the black-red blood of the blood race in the past, his heart flowed out bright red blood that exudes a strange fragrance. This blood seemed to be extra thick, like jelly, and did not flow around at all, dripping on the on the ground.

  Victor seemed to be under complete control. He approached slowly, grabbed Adam's shoulder, bent down, and bit the wound in his heart.

   Gudong!

  The moment he drank the first sip of origin blood, Victor's pupils constricted suddenly, as if he drank hot spirits, with a hot and stimulating nerve touch. The moment the blood entered the body, it seemed as if it had penetrated into the flesh and blood instead of entering the stomach from the mouth. Victor felt a burst of fire from his chest, and then crazily flowed all over his body.

His bones began to crackle, sharp claws on his fingertips grew out uncontrollably, a messy brown-black long hair fell to the ground, and the hair on his body began to fall off one after another, and the shiny and bright hair grew again. New hair, the skin is constantly chapped and regrown, and the new skin is tougher and stronger.

   "Okay. Okay" Adam said obviously a little weak, but Victor didn't seem to want to stop at all, his body was still changing, and the bones continued to grow in the body.

   "Stop it! You, **** it! Stop it!"

   Aww!

  Adam let out a long howl, his body quickly changed into the shape he had when fighting James, and pushed Victor away with all his strength.

  The sharp claws on Victor's fingertips became obviously thicker and longer. He scratched his head subconsciously. The original long hair was gone, and the new short hair made him a little uncomfortable.

Adam was hunchbacked and panting heavily. His body looked like a human corpse that he had sucked blood from. It was far from being plump and strong as it was during the previous battle with James. The bat wings became a little smaller. The bristles are also faintly whitish.

   "You! How could you disobey me!"

  Victor licked his lips, looking at Adam with unsatisfactory expressions.

  James always thought that the vampire's bite would make Victor lose his mind and even transform into a vampire. He was not mistaken, Victor, who was constantly bitten by vampires, absorbed the blood venom bit by bit, which contributed to his tyranny and bloodthirsty, and when he saw Adam, he could indeed feel Adam His bloodline had a certain influence on him.

But he is not an ordinary human being after all, and the fanatical and savage genetic power of the saber-toothed tiger is strong enough. Even with Adam's own bite, his control over Victor is like a person's mind that pops up from time to time, lingering The troubles and miscellaneous emotions are general.

   If it was a battle between light and flint, this momentary loss of consciousness is enough, but if it is to completely control and make Victor obedient, it is still not enough.

  Saber-toothed tiger, never give in.

   "You're right." Victor rarely showed a happy state, and he continued in a low voice: "This kind of power can indeed make me stronger, but it's not enough."

  Adam's all-black pupils couldn't see any expression, but his ferocious and distorted face seemed to be full of anger.

   "Asshole! Damn it!"

boom!

  Adam stretched out both claws, and rushed towards Victor. A huge crater was blasted into the floor of the deserted mansion, and pieces of wood shattered, splashing the whole room.

  Boom! Victor stood on the spot and also grabbed Adam's claws. His feet continued to crack, and his legs were pressed into the floor tiles under the plank. The two of them wrestled claw to claw like this.

   "Your strength is far behind, is it because you were injured too badly before, or blame me for eating you up!"

Roar!

  An unprecedented roar erupted from Victor's chest, and the sound wave oppressed Adam. His claws dug deep into Adam's palm, and he instinctively used the power of the tiger-shaped fist to writhe his palms.

   Bang! Crack! Victor twisted and exploded Adam's arms and shoulders. Adam screamed and wailed in pain, and frantically shook his body trying to get rid of Victor's restraint, but his arms had completely lost strength. Seeing that he couldn't escape, in front of Victor Duo's eyes became more and more dangerous and naked, Adam could only - hiss!

  Breaking off his arms, blood spurted from his two shoulders, he flapped his bat wings frantically, and flew towards the roof above the stairs in the hall. Victor pulled out his feet suddenly, and jumped out. After a few leaps, he swooped to keep up with the fence of the steps that rotated up.

  He grabbed the sole of Adam's foot and pulled it off.

  Adam howled twice, and was smashed to the ground by Victor in a semicircle, causing a large mess.

  The huge leather boots broke Adam's sternum, Victor bent down, grabbed Adam's wings with both hands, tightened his back and exerted force, and Adam's wings were pulled out.

   "Don't kill me. I'm still useful, I'm useful and I'll help you."

  Adam murmured unceasingly. At this moment, both his arms and wings were lost, and he was as naked as a stick.

  Victor seemed to be listening to the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes, twisted his head, moved his feet, grabbed Adam by the neck and lifted him up. He looked up and down Adam's miserable appearance at the moment, and couldn't help but said: "James is right, a **** like you still pretends to be a god."

He shook his head, grabbed Adam's hip bone with the other hand, and crossed his body. Adam in his prime was a bit taller than Victor when he appeared in his original form, and with his broad bat wings, he oppressed Feeling full, and at this moment he seemed to have shrunk severely, like a lamb waiting to be eaten by a tiger in front of Victor.

  Adam shook his legs, struggled weakly a few times, his throat was tightly gripped by Victor, unable to speak, watching Victor opened his fangs and bit his heart

   Gudong Gudong

  Victor swallowed the last source blood of Adam, his body continued to mutate, a powerful breath rose from Victor's body continuously, and Adam's dark pupils gradually turned gray.

   "You don't have to blame yourself too much, tell the truth, today you will open your mouth to mention this matter, I am very surprised, and even more admired."

  James and President Lincoln were talking at the entrance of the banquet hall. After the meeting, the Lincolns insisted on sending him and O'Hara off. While the women were talking for the last time, the two walked aside for a final chat.

"No, James, I know my original intention in my heart." Lincoln looked at his toes a little lonely, and then said: "From the very beginning, I was pushed into this position because of the will and needs of the capitalists in the north. Another aspect of fighting this war is the hatred of vampires. If you really worry about the lives and sufferings of those black slaves in the south."

President Lincoln shook his head. He sighed and said, "Slavery has been abolished, and the war is about to end victoriously, but southern manor owners can still do their own cotton business, and the black slaves they raise are no longer legally I'm a slave, but how much can my life change? And the blacks who work in these factories in the north"

"We almost wiped out the vampires on the North American continent, which made the slave owners in the south completely lose their support, directly or indirectly. We confirmed the freedom of black people in jurisprudence, and planted the seeds of true equality from then on." James looked at He looked at President Lincoln firmly, wanting to give him a kind of support.

   "It is easier to flatten a mountain than to flatten people's prejudices. No matter what your original intention is, history will witness and tell people whether your choice today is correct."

"Hey! Then I've already become a scumbag! Listen to you, leave everything to **** history!" President Lincoln laughed heartily, and even began to swear, his heroic appeal, in this era Gather the power of the country to the greatest extent.

  James took O'Hara's hand and strolled towards the front of the White House, where the carriage of the Howlett family was already waiting.

  O'Hara's mood was not as high as when she first arrived, and she looked a little tired. She lowered her swan neck, took James' arm, and leaned on his shoulder.

  The two of them suddenly became quiet in a shy and awkward way. This was the first time they came out to a banquet together like this.

  After getting into the carriage, James turned to stare at the White House, and a voice suddenly came out in his heart: Abraham, not only history, but also I will witness for you.

  The coachman flicked his whip, and the wheels rolled forward.