Nightmare Attack

Chapter 436 Resolutions

Chapter 436 Resolutions

Looking at the sawdust all over the place, Chen Ran couldn't help frowning, he turned around, and seemed to want to clean it up by himself.

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

"The night watchman buried a hidden stake among us." Chen Ran said casually.

"Hey." Wei Jinting grinned, "Xiao Ranran, you are the bug in my stomach, you know everything I think."

"The person who can hurt you like this must have come prepared." Chen Ran turned his head to look at Wei Jinting who was on the bed, "Who do you suspect?"

"There are not many people who have access to this level of information." Wei Jinting turned his neck, looked at Chen Ran with a strange look, and said slowly, "Only us guys."

"As long as we think about it, we should be able to get this mole out very quickly, it depends on what the gentleman wants."

After contemplating for a moment, Chen Ran asked, "What kind of weapon is it that attacked you?"

"Yeah." After a pause, Wei Jinting's face became serious, "It's just that they are even crazier this time. They have already started to transform the A-level, let them sign a blood contract on white paper, and then use it as a weapon against us."

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

Seemingly thinking of something, Chen Ran immediately looked at his teammates on the bed, with a flash of emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before, "You brought her out because you wanted to"

"My ability is very important to what we are going to do." Looking away, Wei Jinting looked at the ceiling above his head, and waves appeared in his eyes, "Someone needs to inherit my door."

After a long silence, "Why her?" Chen Ran asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's her eyes. When she met me, she didn't think about living. The only thing she thought about was dragging me to hell with her."

"It's really stubborn." Wei Jinting suddenly smiled, and a little light flashed in his eyes, "Do we look like us back then? We were also coaxed by those people with righteousness, and we could risk our lives and die for righteousness, but what happened?"

"They betrayed us! They betrayed us!" Wei Jinting burst into tears, "They raised monsters with their own hands, but they themselves don't recognize them."

"Everyone has to learn to pay the price for their actions, and so do they." Wei Jinting grinned, "They wouldn't have imagined what kind of monster I released from the door this time."

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

"It's just two monsters."

A voice came from outside the door, Chen Ran and Wei Jinting looked at the door at the same time, and a figure stood by the door, as if it had been here for a while.

An empty rectangular room.

The arrangement is solemn and solemn.

The area is very large, and it is rich to accommodate hundreds of people. The ancient and decadent atmosphere permeates here and lasts for a long time.

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

There are weird patterns engraved on the armrests of the chair. After looking at it for a long time, the eyes seem to sink into it.

Candlesticks were placed on the table, and pale candles were faintly burning, emitting a half-dead light.

Just like the people attending the meeting, most of them were already gray-haired, and the faces exposed under the black cloak were engraved with the marks left by the years.

It is hard to imagine that most of these people are over a hundred years old.

There are even some who have completely experienced the two world wars. In each war, they were heroic participants, and there are countless medals in their homes.

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

Each of them is tall and straight, with a long breath, and majestic muscles protrude from under the empty cloak.

Not only are they not old, but they are in excellent shape.

Their weapons are hidden under the cloak, most of them are cold weapons, and there are daggers that look plain and have blood grooves on both sides.

There are also simple, Persian style curved knives embedded with opals.

There are also thermal weapons, revolvers of a terrifyingly large caliber.

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 the honor that belongs to them. After being eroded, countless bloodthirsty and brutal out-of-control people fell under them one after another.

It's just that they, and their masters, can't see the light.

They can only hide in the shadow of the city.

Before the first ray of dawn came, quietly evacuated.

Their names.

Call the night watchman.

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

Very few people are eligible to attend.

There are a total of 12 people present, all members of the elders of the night watchman.

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

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

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

The young man started to walk along the chairs, and every time he passed a chair, he paused for a while, and everyone present looked dignified.

"Boom."

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

The ring is relatively large, and the face of the ring is engraved and embossed with the family crest of the owner's family.

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

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

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

The young man carrying the tray nodded slightly, then walked away expressionlessly, and walked to the side of the next person.

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

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

This resolution will change many, many things.

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

seven rings.

This means that 7 people supported 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 3/2 of the members.

There is only one person left.

At this time, everyone looked at the man at the end of the long table, and he was the only one who hadn't expressed his opinion yet.

Beads of sweat flowed down his temples. He slowly stroked the thick emerald ring on his little finger, and the atmosphere in the entire meeting room froze.

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

(End of this chapter)