Chapter Seventeen
Olsen grabbed the vial of Holy Water.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo7V8btiYRF
'Reverend Moore. It's time'.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYLQ3lSQGp
He focused on the darkness of the old cemetery.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZtJfM1TEFm
'Blood'. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqg4zv1g9a
'There's a lot of deaths in New York, Olsen'.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcR2zR1lzwm
'What do we do now?', he asked him. 397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04j3LYwxhi
'Kill the vampires', Reverend Moore answered.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fy28Sm8xE
He didn't smile.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz79M8xHMAS
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