At his words...
The man holding the cross murmured an incantation. White light emerged from the cross and settled over Yang Bo.
"He's neither a vampire nor a werewolf."
Hearing this, all three put away their weapons, only to draw pistols from their waists.
As Yang Bo watched the golden light appear on the man's cross, his pupils contracted sharply, and a bold thought surfaced in his mind.
There are gods in this world...
But on second thought, Kaecilius was already a Nether Lord. A god was hardly anything to be surprised about.
At that moment, one of the men stepped forward and said, "Sir, we aren't enemies. You're absolutely right. This is just a misunderstanding."
Yang Bo glanced at the gleaming pistol in the man's hand, then at his sincere gaze.
"You're Templar Knights? Come inside, and we'll talk."
Yang Bo casually released the man he was holding. The man immediately broke into a violent coughing fit, gulping down air. Another ten seconds, and he really would have gone to meet the Lord.
Yang Bo turned and walked into the room, not remotely worried that they might attack him from behind.
Lily sat in the living room, her face pale. She felt that today had been the unluckiest day imaginable. First, a terrifyingly powerful man had come knocking, beaten her up, and nearly killed her. She had even wet herself.
Before she could recover her composure, the Templar Knights Hunting Squad had arrived at her door.
But now, it seemed she still had a chance to survive.
Seeing Yang Bo return, she immediately hurried to his side. Even if she had to die, she didn't want to die at the hands of the Templar Knights. That would be far too painful.
The men entered the room one after another.