Gu Nan's straightforward answer made Lu Xinhuan stunned for a moment.

Only then did she remember that there have always been rumors in the world that the devil was reincarnated. Could it be that it is true?

But she quickly shook her head. Now is not the time to care about Gu Nan's details, but to persuade Zhong Die to change her mind - such a lowly alien race as vampires...

Outside the wooden house, Gu Nan watched the two women quarrel all the way, and did not mean to come out to persuade them to fight or "persuade them" to fight.

He wanted to see if Zhong Die's will is firm, whether he has enough will to complete his plan and explore the way for him.

The arrangement on Zhong Die has nothing to do with the task itself. It is a backup plan for him to prepare for the task, and it is also an experiment.

He wanted to give a try and let an NPC that would not have been available in the game play the role of a player.

If you want to do this, NPC's own views cannot be too close to the secular world. Real players will definitely not be able to find them. It is already good to be as simple as Zhong Die.

...

In the Blood Club, a man with fair skin was slightly sick, but he chuckled and said, "You can rest assured, Miss Lu."

After pausing, the man took a sip of the red liquid in the cup: "Since you have found us, the person you mentioned will never pass the assessment."

"Then please, Mr. Stanton." Lu Xinhuan also smiled and said with relief, "As for our reward, we will definitely not disappoint you."

Lu Xinhuan has not been in the world of the gods for a long time, and she is not very adaptable to the way she speaks here.

However, judging from the results of her inquiry from multiple sources, Stanton's reputation in front of her is still very good.

Although he is greedy, he will not charge money and do things. For Qinghe Pavilion, things that can be settled with money are not a big deal.

The two had a great time talking, but after all, the Blood Club was not yet open, and Lu Xinhuan did not stay here for a long time.

She left quickly, and Duke was already waiting for her at the door: "Miss Lu, with Stanton in the internal control, we can rest assured."

Stanton is one of the preliminary examiners of this assessment. It is not easy to ensure who is selected, but it is not difficult to eliminate who is.

"It's not enough." Lu Xinhuan shook her head and said, "I need to make preparations for both."

...

In a blink of an eye, nearly half a month later, the Blood Club opened this year and the Raymond clan openly recruits new descendants.

And for the Raymond people who have become a blood clan, today is also a special day, because some of them will be erased from Raymond's surname.

For a clan, the number of people with surnames is always fixed. Every year, many people will be kicked out.

Of course, these newly recruited tribe members also have the risk of being removed from their surnames, and the blood clans who lose their surnames are even worse, and they will never be able to recover their identities.

The blood clan who is deprived of his surname is equivalent to losing his "political power", unable to hold any position in the clan, and will no longer obtain any resources.

Shana sat at the round table, her long golden hair was a little scattered, and her expression was even more haggard, as if she was suffering a lot.

She was naturally very troubled because she was on the list of her last name to be erased today.

Because she was found out that she went out privately and wanted to make money as a blood slave, she was considered to have defiled the glory of the clan and was not worthy of being a descendant of a blood clan.

"What should I do?" Shanna's mind kept echoing these four words. In fact, she still had a last solution, but she didn't want to think about it - leave the Bloody City and become a wandering blood clan.

Losing the dignity and status of being a nobleman and becoming a wanderer is something that seems unimaginable in normal times, but now there is a little possibility.

Compared with losing even the surname, becoming a wanderer has at least room for recovery.

"But you must be able to run out first." Gu Nan's voice rang directly in Shanna's ears, as if she had completely seen through her thoughts, and her words were sharp and profound.

"It's you!" Shana suddenly stood up and rushed to Gu Nan quickly.

She would never forget this face. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been discovered by the clan, and she wouldn't have ended up like this!

"Don't you understand?" Gu Nan smiled and said, "Your dear brother has been staring at you for a long time. As long as you pick up a customer, no matter what the result is, you will definitely stand here."

Shana's mission line is triggered by "buying flowers". If the player does not try, she will not be bought by others.

The reason is very simple. Except for boring players, no one will ask the flower seller standing in the street if he has a high-end product like "dead red flowers".

This is as unreliable as someone on the roadside asking you, "Is it here to play?" and your answer to "How much does Sister Zhiling cost?"

Shanna's delicate face turned pale. After a long time of silence, she spoke: "How can you help me, what do I need to pay?"

Her thinking was very clear. There might be someone in this world who helped her for free, but the person in front of her was obviously not.

"I can give you strength." Gu Nan's face was still calm, "At the price, your life will belong to me."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Shanna's green eyes, but she nodded in the end

.

A moment later, the extremely obscure shadow law appeared, and a small dark sword penetrated into Shanna's chest and surrounded her heart.

"Go, don't let me down." Gu Nan smiled strangely.

...

The Blood Club, which was highly anticipated in the Blood City, finally opened. On this day, a man and woman of a blood clan walked out slowly.

The handsome man and the beautiful woman, just from the skin, the blood clan is indeed one of the unique races.

"Ladies and gentlemen." A male blood clan stood on the platform and said to the bottom, "In this year's Blood Club, there will be ten lucky people who are fortunate to join the noble Raymond clan..."

"Oh, sorry." He paused and said again.

"Just just got the news that a despicable tribe member chose to defect. Before we kill her to take back her surname, there will be only nine lucky ones this time."

"There are only nine people." Zhong Die stood beside Gu Nan and looked around the scene.

There were hundreds of people queuing around her, most of whom were her competitors.

"Sister Lu will definitely find a way to stop me, right?" She looked in the stands again.

"Of course." Gu Nan replied casually, "But it doesn't matter, all she can use is money. Sometimes, money is not omnipotent. By the way, I asked you to bring an umbrella, did you bring it?"

"Take it." Zhong Die nodded honestly.

"Well... there are also a few lucky little guys." Gu Nan glanced at the crowd, and there were also a few assessors with umbrellas.

Then he waved his hand and a black drizzle began to fall in the sky.

...

The blood clan on the stage was still talking, and Stanton was sitting inside the club, looking at the list in his hand.

Zhong Die, a name with such a strange pronunciation, was easily found without any effort.

A smile appeared on the corner of Stanton's mouth, and gently stroked Zhong Die's name, then handed the list to his companions around him.

"This person, please don't let her be shortlisted."

"A small matter." Bernoulli, who was also an examiner, didn't even raise his head, glanced at his name, and replied casually.

They don’t know how much they have done in such things every year, and of course they will not refute their companions’ faces.

Stanton smiled slightly and said nothing more.

The assessment of descendants of the blood clan involves too many aspects, so the subjective factors of the examiners have a great influence, which gives examiners the opportunity to get started.

Primary exam examiners like Stanton and others are fine, but the final exam is the real fatal fuck.

"The nonsense outside should be finished? Why isn't anyone coming in yet?" Stanton raised his head with some dissatisfaction and raised his voice.

Soon a servant came over with sweat and hurriedly said, "Two sirs, it's raining outside!"

"It's raining?" Bernoulli looked up in confusion, "What does it have to do with our assessment?"

"Yes, it's the rain of corrosion. I don't know why, it shouldn't have fallen at this time." The servant stammered.

"Any living people who are exposed to the water will all become bones... Our examiners have only four who survived."

Stanton's mind banged, and suddenly there was a blank space. He asked subconsciously: "Why can these four people survive?"
Chapter completed!