"Sir, I'm curious who you were talking to when I first knocked on the door."

"You don't need to know."

"It should be your relatives!" Angela said to herself: "On this full moon night, kick your own loved ones out of the house, tsk......"

The old man snorted coldly and did not speak.

Angela continued, "I can clearly see the traces of werewolf minions outside. Gee, he can't be a werewolf! ”

"You're talking too much."

The old man's deep voice rang out, and there was disgruntled anger in his tone.

"Okay, okay, just don't talk about it."

Angela sat down and ate the potatoes little by little, the potatoes were very fragrant, but because there was no salt, it was acceptable to eat a little, but if you ate too much, you would never feel good, but Angela ate them anyway.

When Angela finished eating the last potato, the old man's voice suddenly sounded: "Are you full?" ”

Angela patted her belly: "Well, it's full." ”

The old man sighed, "You really shouldn't have come in." ”

Bang! The large heavy wooden table in front of him suddenly flew up, rolled in mid-air, and smashed down on Angela.

"Quack!"

Shiro screamed, and since he entered the house, he flew upstairs like crazy after being quiet all the time.

Angela kicked the ground and lay on the ground with her bench, watching the table fly past her, slam into the wall, and bounce back to the ground.

This wall is really strong.

Shout!

The sharp crossbow bolt came out of the string, Angela slapped the ground with her left hand, turned over, and the crossbow arrow stuck to her body, most of it was submerged into the ground, leaving only the tail "buzzing" trembling.

In front of him, a dark shadow shrouded him.

This is, that giant bear skin.

Be generous!

With the sword in his hand, the blade reflecting the fire light came out of its sheath, and with the blessing of Angela's strength, it quickly slashed through the bearskin, and the sturdy bearskin split a neat gap from the middle - it was cut.

Through the gap, Angela saw a tall werewolf, and the werewolf's cold pupils were also watching Angela.

It turns out that the werewolf is not outside, but inside.

It turned out that the old woman who had always suspected that she was sick was restraining her desires and the desire to eat people.

As for what the young man had just given to the old woman, it was nothing but human offal.

Werewolf, pounced.

Although it is large, it is extremely fast.

Angela, retreating, took advantage of the momentum, hooked the wooden stool under her feet into the air, and blocked in front of her.

With a wave of his palm, the wooden bench was slapped out by the werewolf's palm, hitting the sealed window and getting stuck in the gap between the windows.

Angela was still pushing, but unfortunately the living room was not big, and soon, her back hit the wall.

The claws of the werewolf, close at hand.

It was as black as ink, sharp as a dagger, and even the blood stains left on the tips of the claws, and the smell of blood on them was clearly audible.

Angela tilted her head, clawed at the wall, clicked, and fell in.

Angela raised her left arm, felt her hairy jaw, and squatted down, her arm raised hard.

The werewolf's head was raised, and the wolf's kiss passed over the top of her head, and the upper jaw collided with the lower jaw with a crisp "click".

Angela, with her other hand, seized the opportunity, clenched her long sword and stabbed forward.

Poof!

In the back of the werewolf's heart, a sword blade came out of its body, and then retracted like lightning, and with it, blood and black smoke came out.

Angela slipped out of the werewolf's armpit, her arm shrunk and extended, and the cold sword was pressed against the werewolf's neck.

"No!"

A rapid roar came, Angela grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, made a mistake under her feet, exerted force on her back, and her body drove the blade to rotate.

Blood gushed like a fountain, squeezed by a strong and powerful heart, spraying up the ceiling.

Even with the tenacious vitality of the werewolf, the head is gone, and it is naturally dead.

However, because the claws were embedded in the wall, they hung there and did not fall to the ground.

Dou Da's head rolled and fell heavily to the ground, his blood-red eyes staring at the panicked old man.

"Mom!"

The strong young man finally spoke, and he rushed to the closet pyre, picked up his axe, and rushed towards Angela.

Angela stepped forward in an instant, lowered her body, and briefly disappeared from the young man's field of vision, a sword snake stabbed out of the oblique corner like a letter, and quickly clicked on his neck, and then Angela's whole person dragged the sword back and retreated, the whole action was done in one go, as fast as lightning.

When she had done all this, the young man's axe fell heavily, but Angela was already out of his range, and the axe slashed into the air.

The axe hit the ground with a dull thud.

The young man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his throat rattling.

With a hideous face, he pounced on Angela again, was stabbed in the chest by Angela's sword, and then calmly dodged his grabbed hands, drew a circle under his feet, danced a veneer dance with the young man, and magically reached the back of the young man.

The young man threw himself into the air and tripped over the table lying on the ground.

Shout!

The sound of breaking the air came, Anji stretched his hand and grabbed it, then grabbed the crossbow arrow in his hand, flipped his wrist, the crossbow arrow returned in place, and with a miserable scream, the crossbow in the old man's hand fell to the ground, covering the wrist that was penetrated by the sword, and roared loudly and angrily: "Look, what have you done......"

The young man got up from the ground again and staggered towards Angela, who shifted her steps and staggered past him.

A dark shadow flew up, and the body fell to the ground, blood spurting from the broken neck and wetting the pyre.

The head fell, landed next to the headless corpse, and rolled on the ground.

"Kill you! Kill you! ”

The old man rushed over with red eyes, clutching a dagger encrusted with gems in his hand.

Angela sighed, then drew her sword.

With a clang, the dagger flew to the ground.

The old man threw himself at Angela's feet, his bloody hand grasping Angela's ankle, leaving a bloody handprint on the boot.

On his head, at the center of his eyebrows, a diamond-shaped wound pierced his skull, costing him his life.

Angela shifted her foot, and her feeble hand let go.

Angela crouched down, opened his body, made him lie on his back, looked into his dead eyes, shook her head, and reached out to close him.

Angela felt a little stuffy in her heart, and went to the shadow of the corner, where the old man had been sitting, sat down, and quietly looked at the three corpses on the ground.

Three people, one of them is a werewolf, and the other two are just ordinary people.

Whether it is an old man or a strong young man, they all have traces of maintenance on their bodies, and they are not ordinary people, they should be small nobles.

The old man is rigid, and there is still a trace of vigor between actions, presumably in the army.

Although the young man is strong and has traces of training, he has no head or brains to fight, and with some behavior, it seems that there is something wrong with his brain, and he has never spoken, so he must not be able to speak.

This is a family with a story, a family of three, the son has a congenital problem, and the wife is injured by a werewolf and then infected.

However, they have never left each other, what a warm family.

But ah! They shouldn't be cannibalistic anyway!

Angela closed her eyes, and the moment Angela saw the old woman trembling and eating human flesh, Angela had already decided that they had to die, not only the cannibalistic old woman had to die, but also you, as a cannibalistic helper, had a congenitally diseased son and a loyal husband.

Even though, they let Angela see the best side of humanity.