Evelyn emerged from the shadows, and at the moment she was a beautiful woman with a beautiful figure.

The dark ethereal limbs gradually turned into warm flesh, and the demonic whip rope on the back disappeared, revealing the form of a woman, with delicate curves that no one could resist.

She was thinly dressed, but her fiery and exposed body was enough to suffocate the cold of the night, and even the coldest heart would melt, like a tempted moth, throwing itself into the flames to kill itself.

She came out of the window of a tavern, which was dimly lit with candles. This is the junction of light and darkness, connected together in the slightest way.

She stepped into the shadows, but waited for the light to shine.

She has decided to deal with it casually tonight, and the people who can be seduced by her are at least still conscious, unlike the drunken sack drunkard she met before, no matter how you tease, you can't get feedback, and people have no appetite.

Then she met all the beggars, drunkards, or prostitutes, but none of them could get her interested.

Hurting these people is like plucking the petals of a withered flower, and the withered branches and leaves no longer bring pain, and she prefers to pick out for herself the tall and strong daisies, because only such flowers will bring the greatest satisfaction when picking.

Soon, one of the patrons in the tavern noticed the breathtakingly beautiful face outside the window, which was exactly like the lover of his dreams. No, even beyond his imagination.

He sat up straight, the wine in his hand suddenly lost its taste, and the visual impact of the stunning woman overwhelmed the rest of his senses, and his eyes already reflected hers.

Evelyn smiled at him, snapped her fingers at him, and then faded into the shadows outside the window. Even if she is not satisfied, she will maintain a false coquettish smile.

The man graciously dropped a silver coin at the bar, then tiptoed out of the front door, carefully following Evelyn into the shadows, trying not to disturb the other drinkers. Because tonight he wanted to be alone with this beauty, and he didn't want to share this bliss with anyone.

Facing the monkey anxious man, Evelyn did not rush to tear her face. Even if it's just a clear soup with little water, if you cook it patiently, it will become more delicious.

But the limitations of the ingredients are there, and the ingredients that can be found everywhere don't need to be cooked so carefully.

Just sprinkle a little salt on the bloody wound and let it be salty and easy to swallow.

"Do you want to have me?" Evelyn reached out against the anxious man, and the sharp nails cut a tiny cut between the man's throat, and blood oozed out, but the man was too excited to realize it.

"I can't wait, I want to get you here." Under the window at the back of the tavern, in the open-air side street, the men had begun to unbuckle their belts and take off their trousers.

Evelyn is a little unhappy about this, because she has always been the one who takes the initiative, and this sperm-brained man only has the desire to solve his needs, like a livestock in estrus, and not the possessiveness when he occupies a beauty.

Undoubtedly, the latter appears more advanced and more humane.

She stretched out her nails and pretended to accidentally cut a hole in the man's waist, and the smell of blood suddenly overflowed.

The man finally felt something, and he felt the stinging waist and looked at Evelyn with a puzzled look.

But Evelyn dispelled his doubts with just one sentence: "The deeper the wound, the closer we are." ”

His pain finally made Evelyn feel alive, and she found that the man had been hopelessly captured.

He caressed her face with his fingertips, caressing her round, firm skin. She took his hand and pressed it against her body as she let out a soft, laugh.

"Here, it's better in the dark."

Evelyn's voice was beautiful and ethereal. She hooked the man's chin, and the latter followed her deeper down the alley.

In the dark corner, where her fingers could not be seen, demonic horns began to grow quietly on her head, and two barbed whip ropes appeared behind her.

The demon followed, but the man's eyes were blinded by beauty.

……

There was no moon tonight, and the nearly full moon was blocked by the thick stratus clouds in the north, and only the weak spots were faintly revealing a little cold moonlight.

Dark Night is a hunting arena for dark creatures, and Shauna Vayne, as a Night Hunter, knows this.

Take advantage of the darkness.

Wayne has spent her life searching for the demon who killed her entire family, and after years of hard searching, she finally follows in the demon's footsteps.

She had seen similar corpses in many places in Demacia—the dead were covered in wounds, their flesh ripped by claws, gnawed by fangs, pricked with spikes, and whipped with braids.

But even though there were all kinds of wounds all over the body, and blood was gurgling, none of them were fatal.

Their mouths were wide open, and the expressions of horror and confusion on their faces froze, as if they had been on their faces when she saw the corpses of her parents when she was sixteen.

Yes, the cause of death of the deceased is often frightened, cardiac arrest and death.

In addition, they are often half-dressed, as if they had been forced to die of humiliation. However, it is difficult to keep the clothing intact during the assault, and the victim will definitely resist the threat of death, thus damaging the clothing.

Faced with this strange situation, it can only be explained that after the victims took the initiative to untie their clothes, the murderer showed his fangs and began to torture the victims.

But here comes the bigger puzzle - why didn't the victim run away when the murderer was committing the murder? The wounds on their bodies were obviously not fatal, but there was no sign of resistance.

It's like being tormented in a nightmare, and then being frightened to death the moment you wake up from the dream.

Every time she saw the terrifying expressions of these deceased, Wayne couldn't help but think of her parents who died inexplicably and tragically, and the terrifying and lustful smile on the demon's face.

That demonic smile had penetrated deep into Wayne's heart, and she could not forget it for the rest of her life.

In the days to come, this smile will fill every inch of Wayne's body, planting the seeds of revenge.

The serial killer who caused the torture was never caught, and Wayne pursued a cold case to the Secret Silver City, and as she got closer to the date of the crime, she became more and more sure that she was not far from the demon.

A murder here a few days ago led her to conclude that her parents' killers were in the city.

Every night she would walk through the streets with a crossbow on her arm, and her heart burned with vengeful rage, searching for traces of demons.

And while passing by a tavern, she suddenly smelled a wisp of sweet blood.

Wayne decided to go over and find out.