The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Anthony didn't know what mood to face the brother who had been 'sacrificing' for thirteen years, but when Zac and the vampire dropped the 'dry body' into the back of the truck with one head and one foot, the click bones broke The crisp sound still makes Anthony's heart pick up!

"Light! Lighten!" Anthony shouted, staring at Zac, who randomly inserted the dry Ian's leg. Bayi ■ ◆ ■ ▲ Chinese website www.8.11zw.com ●

The vampire glanced at him, buttoned the back compartment, and pressed one hand on Anthony's back neck. Mayor Barton hummed and lost consciousness.

Zac hugged Anthony's body and Benjamin opened the back seat door. Zac was much softer this time. After all, Anthony did not have the ability to heal himself. Zac put him in the back seat properly.

The two moved their limbs and looked at the meniscus in the middle of the night sky, doing a simple warm-up.

Someone's appearance is always full of drama, and now that they are in a cemetery, such a stage means that there must be something 'strange' to warm up a guy whose name echoes the present moment.

The rustling light sounded in the cemetery, the dull land slowly turned up, the white tombstone glowed with silver under the night, and a half-rot palm broke through the ground in the rustling scratching sound The dirt was laid on the cold tombstone.

Zac stepped on the protruding arm with a kick, and the crisp sound of the broken dry branches kicked off the next thing.

In horror movies, there is always such a scene. The corpses in the grave pulled the dirt away and returned to the world. They invaded the streets with their teeth and claws, occupied ordinary families, and screamed with blood and violence. The audience sitting in front of the screen eating popcorn screamed ...

But in reality, in order to prevent their clothes from getting rancid, the werewolf took off a clean, black and brown fluff to cover the whole body. After the wide slap, one left and one left, it is not known how long the deceased has been corrupted in the land. Like a rag bag, a gray parabola is drawn in the night sky.

Vampires are much more elegant. The white shirt sleeves are carefully held at the elbows. The skin exposed to the moonlight reflects a faint halo. The two index fingers are like the conductor, and gently point at the walking dead 'At the back of the neck, slightly tossed, and with a click, the deceased returned to the deceased.

This scene lasted about ten minutes.

"You have no interest. Bayi? ■ Chinese ▼▼ www.81zw.com?" A dry voice sounded in the cemetery.

The movements of the walking dead stopped, a broken head neatly turned to the plush Alpha, and the smooth vampire. ‘Looking’ and ‘sounding out’ did n’t seem to be an easy thing for these ‘creatures’. The zombie in front of Zach broke his jaw and smashed into the mud halfway through this sentence.

The vampire looked sideways and looked at the walking dead with a neck that had been bent by 18 degrees. There was no eyeball in the deep eye socket, and he did n’t know what ‘he’ was looking at.

Zac reached out his fingers with empathy and straightened the head in front of him: "Because it's not interesting, Papa at midnight."

"of course not!"

The walking dead in front of Zach moved his palate abruptly, without a chin, and it could not really act as Papa ’s midnight ‘microphone’. Zac moved his footsteps, looking for a guy with at least sound organs alive. The walking dead in the graveyard twisted their stiff necks and turned as Zac moved. Several poor guys lost their heads.

"I hate the cemetery now!" The corpses with jaws opened and closed their jaws, accurately conveying his words to Papa at midnight!

"**! Twilight! Everyone is in tatters! Unbearable to use!"

Zac stood in front of a ‘girl’ who looked only ten years old, with a fluffy teddy in her hand, which should be her favorite toy in front of her. But now Teddy, like her, is broken and violent.

"If you let me know who brought the cremation!" The girl's limbs are still complete, she can reproduce all the emotions and gestures of Papa at midnight, so the little walking dead raised his hands high, dirty His face was full of anger: "I must let him die better than life!"

Zac carefully helped the ‘girl’ to gather the ruffled gauze skirt, “I have to say, I will be the one by then.”

Zac hates cremation, it goes without saying. Now we know that Papa, who likes to challenge the federal beliefs, likes to watch people ‘perform’ under the rules he sets, and likes to play in the midnight, seems to hate ‘cremation’. why? Because the fire will burn off ** The only connection with the soul! Take a look! If there is no cremation, the vampires and werewolves should be drowned in the walking corpses!

"Well. ◆ Eight ● One ?? Chinese network www.81zw.com ★" "Girl" put down his raised hand, tilted his face, lifeless eyes looked at Zac: "I like you, Torrido. "

"It's an honor." Zac nodded and raised his lips, but he stopped talking. Ask questions first and lose.

"Don't you have any questions to ask me?" "Girl" tilted her head and faithfully acted as a tool for Papa at midnight.

"No." Zach raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"

"I hate you!" "Girl" fell off Teddy in her hand, just like a real ten-year-old girl, except for her decaying body!

Zac frowned. This kind of conversation was really confusing. He turned around again to find a new conversation object. The heads of the walking dead were deflected again, following the figure of the vampire.

"It's okay, I hate you too." Zach said as he walked. "You broke into my city without my consent." Zach stopped in front of a man 'dressed in' black formal suit, yes Said in his sunken eyes.

"" Chuang "?" The man's chin opened and closed, and there was a hard bone friction sound: "I just responded to the call of my believers! I love my believers!"

You see, even without asking, Zach successfully led the topic in the direction he wanted.

"Haven't you heard?" Zac rolled his eyes: "Your believers are committing suicide, x is carved in the heart, you say love them, they seem to hate you."

"No!" The "man" seemed to be waving his arms, but the empty sleeve just wobbled twice. Not far away, a single arm cramp hanging on the tombstone seemed to successfully drop himself to the ground, "They are not me Believers! They ... "

Zac looked at the ‘man’ who was tearing his forehead skin due to frowning, shaking his head slightly, looking for the next conversation.

"They are inferior speculators!" Zach stood in front of a woman, waving her intact limbs with excitement. "I paid them in advance, but they didn't go to work! I hate such speculators. ! They deserve to go to **** and be tortured by Satan! Hahaha! "

"If your recruiter is smarter, maybe it won't be like this." Zac looked at the woman with a smile, and cooperated with a chuckle.

"Eh, you're right! That ..." The voices of the walking dead suddenly stopped, and only the night breeze brushed the graveyard with fresh rancidity.

Zac's smile remained stiff.

"Hahaha! Do you think I will tell you his name ?!" ‘Women’ raised her head and laughed. All the walking dead raised their heads and laughed. This scene is not good-looking, trust me.

Zac sighed helplessly, but immediately became happy again: "He? So there is only one person? I think I still got something. It's not a completely failed attempt."

The laughter of the walking dead came to an abrupt end, and all the heads turned to the smiling vampire in the sound of Kara!

"I can find another one!" ‘Women’ waved her arms, but with too much strength, there were two more twitching arms on the ground. Zac pouted and walked to the next goal.

"No, you won't." Zac stood with a smile in front of a guy who couldn't tell the gender, 'it' piled up neatly, and the twitching lumps proved that he was still eligible to be used by Papa at midnight .

Zac bowed his head and smiled looking down at the stack, "Your true believer, Spira Blast, doesn't seem to be giving you a loophole. Do you want to show up in the crowd and find yourself?"

The walking dead were silent, and after a while, the sullen zisisoso sounded again, but Papa's tone changed at midnight, "Oh, of course not, why did I waste my precious time in Massa."

Remember, Massachusetts is the place where the funeral privatization is promoted by the Federation. Cremation and burial. How do you think the boss of the funeral industry will choose?

Zac thought for a moment and nodded: "So is it just for fun?"

"you are right."

Zac needs to know Papa ’s mood at midnight, abandoning the 'stack' and walking to another 'woman' with complete facial muscles, "So I don't have to worry, you will have other impacts on my city, right? ? "Zach looked at the 'woman' in front of him.

"Ha! You said you have no questions to ask me!" "Woman" used her face to show a look of surprise.

Zac snorted, "Then I take back this question."

"No!" The woman's face became anxious. "Don't take it back, I will answer you! Yes, yes! You don't have to worry! I just like the 'show' I see now!"

"Then I need to ask 'What kind of performance is it?'" Zac turned his head, pretending to be a search.

"Ask! Please ask!" The woman looked at Zac with her hands outstretched.

"Well, what kind of performance is it?" Zac satisfied Papa's morbid psychology at midnight.

"Good question!" The woman is almost dancing, "I don't know where to start! How about Chris Ivan! (Suicide of Patton South, Chapter 3) He is really one Good boy! A thirty-two-year-old virgin! Do you believe it? Haha! His biggest wish is to have a girlfriend! What a wonderful wish! I ca n’t refuse it! ... "

At midnight, Zach listened to the walking corpses to tell the story of each suicide. Their deal with Papa at midnight, they got what they wanted, until they now want to complete the work against Papa's soul at midnight, in the battle between heaven and man, chose death.

Zac's face gradually darkened. Do you think Zac's conscience is tired of hearing such stories? No, Zack's gloom is because every story Papa told at midnight has been recorded on the Patton Police Department's case! And what Zac wants to know, the question marks drawn on the paper in James' home, Papa is like a sealed jar at midnight, showing no gaps!

All this, he is playing with vampires.

"Don't spoil." Hundreds of walking corpses, or crawling or walking, moved in front of Zac and faced the vampire with sunken eyes. "That's no fun, do you say that? Torredo."

Zac put the sleeves on his elbows down, facing various strange bodies, saluting like an actor: "Appreciate well, midnight."

Perhaps before, Zac only wanted James and the blast couple to solve their own work, and they only had to guide them. But now, Zac seems to have decided to enter this ‘show’.