Chapter 167 Blood Lie

Author: Terminal Shengyun

Chapter 167 Blood Lie

Cradon led the grave robbers to re -drill the forest. From time to time, he looked back to ensure that Donna did not keep up.

The little girl obviously showed a moving look, but was warned by his eyes and returned.

They stepped on the half -melting snow and soil towards the place where they met for the first time.

There is no snow today, but the clouds are very thick, and the light of the sun is not so shining.

The river bank is right. When the forest is about to get out of the forest, Cradon suddenly stopped on the boundary line formed by the shade of the tree. The grave robbers took two steps to take two steps forward. It was about to get close to his back before reacting.

"Go to the place?"

The grave robbers still raised the gun to aim at Cradon, but the eyes were suspiciously swept around, looking at the river bank line. His true purpose was not allowed. Therefore, he was afraid that his companion returned at this moment and found his self -proposition.

This behavior made him not so concentrated until Cradon turned his head.

The antique merchant just moved to the left shoulder, and his face violated the entire turn of the human body structure. The bright yellow eyes stared at him coldly in the dark.

"Yes, it's the place."

The corners of the werewolf's mouth almost cracked the ears, and the excessive tip teeth were displayed.

This horrible situation made the grave robbers who couldn't remember what they had to do for a while.

There is no sound of the gun.

His fingers can't be buckled again.

Because Credton's fingers were pushed after the trigger, it hindered the activities of the agency like a piece of iron.

Their distance is too close, almost just a moment, the werewolf disappeared from his vision and appeared behind him. The left hand with a bigger circle than ordinary people wraps the hair gun with his hand with his hand on his hand in his hand.

Together, and it is still tightening, the broken sound of the fingers is only smaller than the sound of withered branches in the forest.

Faced with such an irresistible enemy, the grave robbers wanted to shout. He finally knew that he regretted it. It was better to escape from the most cruel punishment of the resurrection island, but it was too late.

The werewolf's fingers put on his neck, holding his trachea, leaving only a little empty gear to make him breathe, but it was not enough to make a sound.

Just seeing the white teeth's mouth opened in the ears, the anger's roar sounded as deep as the bottom of my heart.

"How dare you threaten my family in front of me?!"

When I thought that some family members were worried about their lives, Kreton's heart was about to break.

He should have killed the tomb robbers for a moment, but the anger in his heart urged the werewolf to not do so. He wanted to make this hybrid torture and die.

Ignoring the tearful begging eyes, after crushing one hand that crushed the grave robbers, Craston inserted his left hand into his "not directly shot by the sun" oral cavity.

The whole tearing, prying down a few teeth, and letting him speak again.

Until this was not satisfied with the werewolf, overturned the guy who attracted bad luck, and ended his lumbar spine with a retake, making him lose the possibility of escape.

It is inevitable that the werewolf felt appetite again because of anger, and realized that this rough instinct made him even more angry. The conflict of the cycle finally caught him into an incredible anger.

He raised his legs and stepped on the head of the tomb thief in the sobbing sound. The solid boots crushed the flesh bottom, causing him to be deep in the soil.

Kreton had no mercy. He looked at the twisting body coldly and gradually lost his ability to struggle under his feet. The torture did not let the werewolf feel happy, but the incident at the moment made him feel a responsibility.

He must make the enemy who hurt his family feel painful.

If it is just threatening himself, Cradon will choose to return it to Winston and let the people on the resurrection island deal with it by themselves, but this hybrid intends to kill even Donna. If so, he does not have to let the girl waiting in place.

This tomb thief threatened Donna to stay in place, but was afraid she would go to the town for help

Kreton can't forgive this attempt.

The messy straw suddenly fell from his waist. He froze and found that it was the straw doll given to himself by Donna.

It may be that the movement of the movement just now is too large, which has been damaged.

He recovered a little bit of reason, gathered straw stuffy into his pocket, and then realized that he had to deal with the corpse. This was not to prevent Winston, but to avoid being found by the hotwoman.

Craston is both a member of the Presbyterian and a public security officer. Even if the light is killing this tomb robber, no one will be investigated. However, you must handle the corpse strictly in accordance with the regulations. This will increase the time he stays locally.

He just wants to bring Donna back to the city quickly. Once he solves the doom, he is not interested in staying.

Crandon flattened the traces of violence, dragged his body to the river, and a stranded fractured trunk attracted his eyes.

The tree type of the tree is quite good, which is no different from other leaves of the leaves, but because the soaking time is too long, the bark is rotten, and the texture presents a wet black wool felt.

After being retained, a longitudinal crack was opened in the lower half. It can be seen that it has long been empty. This may also be why it appears in the river.

He finally checked the corpse, and there were some folded file paper in the coat pocket. Craston felt that this might be related to the doomed jewelry, but it was too late to look at it. There was no extra pocket on the clothes.

Take off your own coat, wear the clothing of this grave robber, and then restore the outside.

This dress has some bloody smell and smell of rotten soil, but it is still within his endurance.

He moved his body, stuffed the whole trunk of the hollow, and dug some soil to seal the bottom of the bottom of the bottom, and then push the dead tree into the river, and let it be wrapped away by the water. He is familiar with this floating.

It won't be long before it takes, it will lose the buoyancy to sink the bottom because of the increase of rotting. No one will see this corpse.

After doing all of this, Kreton knelt down by the river bank, leaned over with his palm to hold the cold river water to drink, alleviating the hunger brought by the wolf blood.

"uncle."

Donna's conflict made his back completely straight.

He couldn't care about his head, and then cleaned his hands in the water again. After determining that there was no blood stains, he stood up and turned around. Seeing the girl standing at 20 yards outside, the bright red color of the hood made this dead forest wetland.

It seems to be alive.

He didn't dare to rely on the past, but he could only stand in place and anger. "You didn't listen to me again!"

"I worry you!"

Donna's eyes were red, and she staggered and hugged his arm.

This made Cradon immediately lose anger. He became helpless, and he didn't know how to deal with this situation.

No one has never rely on him so much.

"What about that bad guy?" The little girl asked lying on his arm.

Cradon's heart calmed down again. He held his niece and patted her back gently, and at the same time woven the lie: "He got what he wanted, so he left. In fact, I was going to

Go to you. "

When saying this, his eyes looked at the floating wood in the river, and looking forward to the truth behind this lies, he could drift faster.

"You're okay." Donna took a sigh of breath, her voice trembled, her hand was holding Craton's arm, but her body almost slid down, and Cradon's face was nervous.

taste.

He lifted his niece, only to find that her forehead was bleeding down, and the delicate white silk skirt was also bleeding outwards. The blood had even flowed to her instep.

"I accidentally fell." Donna explained weakly in his arms.

If so, she should come earlier.

"Doctor." Cradon also wanted to say to see a doctor, but he remembered that the doctor was not knowing where to fish at this moment, and he couldn't help but anger. He used the whiping cream he found in a saddle bag to give Donna's head and legs.

I made a simple hemostatic treatment, and then picked up her step by step in the direction of the town.

"We go back to Juliez, the guy has a good medical skills, and it will not leave the scar to leave the scar."

He saw a half -foot -long wound on Donna's calf, and there were bruises on the corner of the eyebrow. How big the ugly scar was for a girl!

He regretted that he hadn't brought Juliez to come out, otherwise he would not have to worsen the situation to such a point -they could completely handle the grave robbers and take care of Donna.

"I don't care if there are scars." The girl shrinks into a ball and has the energy to argue.

In the face of the wounded, Cradon could only make a sound, for fear that her emotions would affect the wound.

When they passed the way, Cradon saw that the left wheel pistol he had left was still on the snow. He hugged Donna and couldn't get out of his hands, and he used a clever method to kick it high.

Then bite it with your neck.

Donna took the gun from his teeth, and before he asked, he explained first.

"It's broken."

"I believe you." Cradon said nothing.

When they walked back to the hotel, Churd Osma was stood after the lack of repair on the second floor railings and smoked. After seeing their tragedy, it showed a surprise look.

"Green hair!"

He turned his head and shouted, called Juliez out.

Cradon took Donna who had been asleep upstairs, let her lie down in the bed in the room, and then let the Juliel closing the door to prepare the potion.

Juliez spreads his coat on the table, and accurately removed the glass bottle he wanted from that complicated pocket to prepare from time to time.

"How do you do it?" He asked annoyed while sorting out. "Someone was injured after a while, or this girl was injured?"

"A little accident, let's talk about it later." Cradon replied.

The uncle's annoyance covered his forehead and paced back and forth in the room.

After a while, Juliez got the finished medicinal water through complex methods. He walked to the bed with the bottle, and saw the left wheel pistol held in the sleeping girl's arms.

"Did you use a gun and didn't work?" He turned around and asked.

Cradon stopped and looked very embarrassed: "We didn't use it, and it was broken."

Juliez poured the potion to Donna, and then gently pulled the left wheel from her arm curved, checked the barrel in a very dangerous posture, and thought for a few seconds again, her face, her face, her face, her face, her face, her face was a few seconds.

Eventually, a word Kreton couldn't understand,

"If it hadn't been like this, I would think you were playing with me."
Chapter completed!