ps: This chapter is not suitable for the Small Animal Protection Association, the Holy Mother, those who are generous to others, the one-sided martial arts sect, the Twilight Saga Mary Sue lovers, and those who are not good at using their brains. This list will be extended, depending on how stupid humans can be.
degree.
Salomon stretched his head out of the car and looked to make sure the chatty driver didn't come back halfway.
The nearest vending machine here is still more than 200 meters away. This is a remote and dilapidated residential area. The residents are basically fishermen. Salomon's target lives here.
It is still daytime, and there are not many trees along the streets in the residential area, only some yellow and green grass. It is obvious that the people who live here do not have the time to take care of the grass. Not only that, there are tire rings, empty beer cans and
Dilapidated RVs and other debris were piled up between each house, and the weeds were even as high as the axles. When Salomon got out of the car, he even stepped on a thick bolt that was submerged in the grass. It was in this desolate place.
Waiting to rust in the ocean.
When the warm spring breeze blew by, a rusty swing in the messy courtyard swayed slightly, making a slight squeaking sound, and bits of rust-red dust fell down.
Salomon couldn't see many people here, which made him very satisfied. After he saw the target go out, he sent the driver away. He wanted to ensure that the next battle would not be witnessed.
When the Corinthian family disappeared from the town, the British Corinthian family quickly took over the fishing industry in the town, as fast as if they had been prepared for it. After Barnabas was petrified, the police here suddenly realized and began to
Track down the murder cases that have piled up in the past.
Perhaps because there are too many cases, a high-profile investigation will inevitably be regarded as dereliction of duty by the public. Therefore, the local police did not take measures such as blocking the streets and summoning suspects. Instead, they wanted to gradually dilute the impact of these cases and conduct private investigations.
investigation.
But Salomon's behavior of hunting vampires and werewolves attracted some attention, so he contacted the taxi driver. Having him, a local, take him through the streets and alleys to avoid unnecessary sights.
.He kicked off the bolts under his feet and followed the werewolf not far ahead with a calm expression.
This is a typical fisherman, with white temples and dark skin, wearing a wrinkled dark plaid shirt. His clothes are as wrinkled as his face. Wood habitually walks against the wall and walks down the stairs after coming out of his home.
When doing so, he also turned sideways.
Perhaps out of professional habits, when he was about to leave the neighborhood, Salomon's new face finally aroused some interest in him. Not to mention that Salomon's clothes are not what ordinary people wear, as long as they have a little discernment,
, everyone can see how expensive the seven silver chains tied to Salomon's body are.
And Wood is the one with the discernment.
As soon as he saw that he was discovered, Salomon gave up tracking and walked up to him openly, but before he could speak, the werewolf spoke first.
He narrowed his eyes that were a little red due to the sea breeze all year round and looked up and down at the young mystic. He made a sound from his lungs soaked in cigarette tar. "What is a young master doing here? There is nothing interesting here. There is nothing interesting here."
This is not the place you should be."
"I want to talk to you." Salomon pointed to a remote corner, "Follow me."
After saying that, he walked over on his own. The werewolf looked around, hesitated and followed. Salomon's retro clothes reminded him of the wizard in the fairy tale - after Angel disappeared,
He will no longer contact his former companions, otherwise he will find that the number of werewolves in the town is gradually decreasing.
"If you have anything to say, tell me, kid." After walking behind the house, he became a little impatient. "I still have to work and don't have time to play house."
"You can't go, Mr. Wood." After Salomon confirmed that there was no one around, "I'm sorry, I can't let any werewolf leave alive."
It only takes such a small mouthful of dirty saliva to bury the curse of lycanthropy under the skin of normal people. Wait for the full moon, a new werewolf will appear, and then the cycle starts over and over again.
This is something that cannot be tolerated.
"Are you a wizard? Damn it! I knew that wizards are all freaks!" He said angrily, "Listen, I have stopped contacting other werewolves for a long time, okay? I didn't voluntarily work for Angel. I
What can I do! I was born a werewolf! So is my dad! So is my grandpa! If I don't work for her, I will die!
And An Qi has been missing for thirty-one years! I finally escaped from them! Now, I am just an ordinary fisherman! I go fishing to support my family and save money for my children to go to school, but I have done nothing!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood. No matter what your reasons are, it is the original sin for a werewolf to live in this world." Salomon said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee that you won't bite, or even that your child won't bite.
Will bite."
The werewolf panicked, he spread his hands and said, "Hey, hey, listen, I haven't bitten anyone, I really haven't. My children are not werewolves, I promise! I would rather sell my soul to the devil than
Will make my children a werewolf".
Wood, who had worked under Angelique, knew how terrifying the witch was. Even werewolves were frightened by the witch's power and cruelty.
According to their own fathers, Angelique has lived for two hundred years, and during those two hundred years, she still remained young and powerful. Wood felt that the same was true for the wizard in front of him. He looked young, but in fact he was alive.
many years.
"I will verify it myself," Salomon was not swayed by the werewolf's excuse, "but you must die here. I am not a wild mage like Angelique, I am from Kama Taj, your
Existence violates the laws of the Grand Master."
"F*uck! F*uck! I didn't do anything!" he yelled as he quietly moved closer to Salomon.
Magic requires chanting, and the best way is to approach the wizard as quickly as possible and interrupt their magic.
This was a method his fathers came up with when they wanted to rebel against An Qi. Although he disappeared before he could betray An Qi, now is the time when this method comes in handy.
"Bang——!" The dull sound of flesh and blood colliding suddenly sounded, and the werewolf's head was slapped hard against the grass, then bounced up, and then was slapped hard again, squeezing out a shallow pit in the grass.
The sudden blow made him dizzy and almost lost consciousness. He was knocked to the ground before he could even transform. Salomon's Tiger Hard Climb had already given him a concussion, and Wood only saw everything in front of him shaking.
, became blurry, his ears were filled with buzzing, and even though he tried to breathe, he still couldn't even lift his hands. Not only that.
"I will bear all the sins." Salomon put away his posture, stepped forward, stepped on the werewolf's neck, and pinned the werewolf's jaw with his toes to prevent the werewolf from raising its head and biting his ankle.
The mystic mage leaned over and pressed his palm on the werewolf's temple. He said, "Farewell, Mr. Wood."
"Ugh...ahem..." But the werewolf didn't hear what Salomon was saying at all, and Salomon didn't wait for the werewolf's response. He took out a short dagger from his waist and pressed the sharp blade against Wood.
The side of the head.
"Farewell, Mr. Wood." He said again. Then, he struck the end of the dagger heavily with his other palm, and the sharp blade instantly sank into the werewolf's temple.
Salomon felt the werewolf under his feet twitched a few times, then stopped moving. He pulled out the dagger, wiped the blade clean on Wood's clothes, and put it back into the sheath on his waist.
This was the weakest werewolf he had ever hunted.
"Aren't you bored sitting like this?" The driver sat back in the car with a bottle of beer and a bottle of Coke. It was obvious that he didn't just go to the vending machine. He handed the Coke to Salo, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Meng said, "Take it, this is made of ice."
Salomon pulled the tab and touched the can with the driver.
"Cheers! Huh - it feels so damn good!" The driver drank half a bottle of beer and asked Salomon, "Where do you plan to go next?"
"Whatever, the work is done." Salomon breathed out, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat.
Just now, he killed more than one werewolf.
How could a werewolf's child be an ordinary person?