Althea patrolled the perimeter of Nighttown for several days, checking the several werewolf colonies that had been identified before, and sure enough, as Andy said, the beasts were no longer visible. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After nearly a week, Andy finally confirmed that there were no more werewolves, and he was relieved. But he didn't relax, if he wanted to completely solve the threat of werewolves, he could only recover the Luna Scythe, but how easy was that?

But I can't rush this matter, and I can finally have time to get back to my own affairs. Anyway, it's been nearly two months since I got the news of Vanessa, and I don't know if I can find it.

"Layla, can we still go to the Thieves' Guild and ask for news?" Andy asked.

"There is a price to pay for finding out the news from them, and you must hold their token coins, otherwise they will not do anything for us." Leila said with a flat mouth, she was already very unhappy. If it weren't for the last time she got a coin by chance, she wouldn't have gotten such news anyway.

Andy frowned, according to this, his plan may not be realized. He didn't have any possessions on him now, and he didn't know where to get their coins.

After thinking about it, Andy decided to go back to Stormwind City to find news, after all, the news flow in big cities is much faster than in this small town.

Nighttown finally returns to its former tranquility, but Andy tells them those words that make them feel too careless. The werewolf did not disappear, but hid and fell asleep, and there was a possibility of awakening.

The Night's Watch has not forgotten its duty, and since it has been established, it must be truly responsible.

On the edge of the forest northwest of Nighttown, there is a cemetery that belongs to the town. Due to the special environment of the Twilight Forest, the cemetery here has become extremely terrifying, and it is always dark.

A terrible cemetery for outsiders, but nothing for Old John. The cemetery is full of acquaintances from the night town, all of them are their elders and ancestors, are you afraid of your grandparents? Will your grandparents hurt you?

John Sr.'s answer, of course, was no, he was once an orphan who had been adopted by an elderly couple as a child, and they slept in this cemetery. The most direct reason why John Sr. chose to guard this cemetery when he was old was that he wanted to stay with his former relatives.

Old John used to place a small freshly picked white flower in front of the tombstone in the cemetery every morning, and at night he would patrol the cemetery, and then pray to eat and sleep.

He used to be very careful, because a wild beast called a werewolf appeared in this forest, and it had been harming for many years. But the werewolves had been cleaned up lately, and he was cautious for the first few days, and after a few days he had completely let his guard down.

Today he resumed his previous practice, and after dark, he inspected the cemetery, and there was no sound around him, and even the insects were much less chirping in the autumn night.

A gust of wind blew, and old John shivered, and he tightened his clothes and turned back to the house to sleep.

Old John slept until midnight and felt a rush to urinate. Old John sighed, this person is really old, there is really no way, and there will be more problems on his body.

"Quack"

Old John a spirit, what is this sound? This sudden sound almost made him hold his urine back.

Old John lifted his trousers and looked at the cemetery behind him, perhaps some small animal or wild bird or something, and hit somewhere.

"Quack"

Old John was prepared this time, and immediately locked on the source of the sound, which was in the cemetery, and in that direction, a person had just been buried yesterday.

A young man named Kittes, who was supposed to be the most unlucky one in Nighttown lately, was resting at home in his house when he suddenly leaked through the roof and was poked to death by a sharp wooden stick that was propped up.

Old John knew the young man, who was usually very popular in the town.

"Well, let's go and see, don't some beast destroy the tomb." Old John muttered as he walked in that direction.

"Boom," Old John hadn't even reached that place when there was another noise, and unlike the previous ones, this time it looked like something had slipped off of it.

Old John frowned, not afraid, but confused, he had made rounds before going to bed. There was no moonlight in the twilight forest, and old John had to light a candle in his hand, and the flames the size of beans swayed in the breeze.

"This ......," said old John, looking at the incredible scene in front of him, a hole had been broken in the top of Kites' tomb, as if it had been cut by an animal.

"What's going on?" Old John muttered, and leaned the candle closer in his hand to see better.

His face was close to the hole, and suddenly his face was bloodless, his eyes rolled upward, his face was still visibly stained, and his lips were a pale white.

Old John almost screamed, but Kites' corpse was completely dead, and nothing had changed.

Old John had calmed himself down when he left the hole, and he wanted to go back to the hoe and fill in the hole.

"Bang!"

Old John hadn't walked a few steps when the tomb of Kitts behind him burst open like a huge firework, and large chunks of earth fell from the sky, smashing Old John all over his body.

Old John was shocked, what the hell was going on! He looked back at the tomb, which was now gone, and a pale palm climbed up to the edge of the tomb, followed by another.

Old John was completely dumbfounded, whose palm did that hand belong to? But there was no one else in the tomb but Kitus, could it be Kitus?

But this is impossible, Kites is already dead, and there is no possibility of coming back to life! Old John's brain was completely unable to think, which turned his worldview upside down.

Old John tried to take two steps closer when he saw Kitts sit up from the tomb, turn his head and look at Old John with his white eyes.

"Basis...... Kittes? Old John's mouth was not good.

But Kittes' response was only a series of low roars, and he hobbled towards Old John with his miserable white hands.

"Kitts, don't come here!" Old John's heart had collapsed, and the smell of urine came from under him, and between his legs, it was already wet.

Kittes, as if he hadn't heard at all, walked up to Old John's lap in a few steps, and then pounced on him like a wolf had seen meat.

Old John watched Kittes' figure magnify in his eyes, and without even shouting instinctively, he was bitten by Kites' corpse in the neck.