"Even a man of pure heart,

A man who does not forget to pray at night,

It is inevitable that on the night of the full moon when the aconitum is in full bloom,

Transform into a wolf. ”

—Ancient Welsh Ballads

Werewolf

"It's too late...... Hide ......"

Jin Chuchu said and pulled the corner of Teacher Song's clothes.

Her hand didn't have any strength at all, and Teacher Song didn't feel it at all, and continued to walk forward.

only heard a "click", and Jin Chuchu's shoulder was dislocated.

Teacher Song: ..................

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!!

Fortunately, Mu Yun's eyes were quick and he helped Jin Chuchu in time.

Otherwise, she would have fallen out of bed and fallen to the ground, and the consequences would have been unimaginable!

Curator Jin, who turned into a werewolf, pushed the door open with a "bang" and broke into the room.

"Oh, my Chuchu, it's really good that you're okay. ”

The moment he saw the girl on the bed, the werewolf spoke, "Bad guys have broken in, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

When the werewolf spoke, the huge wolf nose kept "snorting, snorting" and spewing white breath out.

Mu Yun and Teacher Song hid the moment Director Jin pushed the door in. One got under the bed, the other hid in the closet, and the atmosphere didn't dare to come out.

It's like a rape scene.

"Chu Chu is here...... I don't see the bad guys......" The girl said expressionlessly, her voice as calm as ever.

"By the way, haven't you always wanted a normal human body?"

The werewolf said, "That person has contacted me, as long as I help him cultivate him into a marble, you will have a chance to regain your body, a perfect body that is a hundred times better than the current one!"

Dryfish?

When Mu Yun heard this, he frowned, it seems to be one of the zombies?

He also talked about manufacturing, so the zombies here were really deliberately created!

"Nope. The girl shook her head.

"I want souls...... Compared to the numbness of the body...... More scared...... The numbness of the soul ......"

The werewolf was silent for a while, and then said, "But my dear Chu Chu, you obviously already have a soul?"

"How can you think you have no soul, your soul is the most beautiful and pure of all I have ever met. You're even lying...... None of them. ”

The werewolf's massive head began to look left and right, its sly eyes surveying every corner of the room.

"As soon as I stepped into the room, I smelled a rat-like, sneaky stench!"

He grabbed a chair and smashed it directly into the closet where Mu Yun was hiding: "-You come out for me!!"

Mu Yun was frightened, and hurriedly pushed open the door of the wardrobe and rolled out.

The chair flew over his head, and in an instant it disappeared with the wardrobe, and the sawdust flew everywhere.

Curator Jin glared angrily: "Boy, it's really you!"

"Hah, hello...... Curator, this look of yours is very handsome. ”

Mu Yun greeted him, and his whole body was trembling.

However, Curator Jin didn't seem to intend to talk nonsense with him, so without saying a word, he raised his huge wolf claw and slapped it directly at Mu Yun's head.

Wouldn't it, so ruthless?!

Teacher Song rushed out from under the bed, and the silver sword stabbed into the werewolf's palm, and immediately made a scorching sound.

The werewolf was in severe pain and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Don't move, hands up!"

Teacher Song held his head high, carrying one hand and raising his sword in the other, assuming the posture of a fencer.

He wanted to make a move to look at his opponent, but unfortunately the opponent was too tall and turned into looking up.

"You have been surrounded by me, I advise you to give up resistance and obediently tie your hands and arrest you!"

Again?

Mu Yun was speechless, did he fall in love with this line?

There was a hint of jealousy in the werewolf's eyes: "You are the police?"

"No, we are proletarian fighters, and we rule over bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods like you!" Teacher Song said seriously.

"Is it my delusion, how do you feel that you are extraordinarily brave today, as if you have changed into a different person?" Mu Yun couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Don't worry, judging from the demonic power he exudes, it's similar to me. Teacher Song said, "And I have the silver sword in my hand to restrain him, he is not my opponent!"

So saying, he rushed forward with his sword.

The silver sword slashed at the werewolf's body like a soldering iron cutting through paper, and scorched smoke continued to emerge from the wound.

The werewolf retreated, his lower body seemed to be injured, and his legs were stiff.

The werewolf, who looked ten times stronger than Teacher Song, was forced into a corner.

"Hmph, damn werewolves, you have today!"

Teacher Song put his sword against the other party's throat and asked loudly, "Do you have any last words to say?"

Mu Yun stroked his forehead silently.

Looking at Mr. Song's excited look, I knew that he was secretly refreshed for avenging the one-arrow that he was bullied by a werewolf many years ago.

At this moment, Jin Chuchu, who was beside him, suddenly pulled the corner of Muyun's clothes.

Mu Yun immediately understood, and he shouted at Teacher Song: "Don't kill him!

The corner of Teacher Song's eyes twitched: "I didn't say I was going to kill him......"

"Then you just asked him what his last words were?!"

"Isn't it all played like this on TV, it looks more handsome!"

Teacher Song said, "Don't worry, he killed the forest ranger, and I will hand him over to the law." No one escapes the verdict of the law!"

"Hehe, no one can escape the ruling of the law......"

The werewolf spoke slowly, "Well said...... So, what about the verdict of fate?"

Teacher Song: ?

"The more I live to this age, the more I feel that life is a matter of fate. ”

The werewolf continued: "The music of fate has long been composed, hidden in the body and soul of mortals. Mortals, on the other hand, can only play according to the rules until the end of the song. ”

"Yo, I can't see it, you're still a poet?" Teacher Song said, "What do you want to say, please make it clear, it's too profound for me to understand." ”

"To kill or not to kill, our own fate is decided, and it is not something we can control.

"Isn't the death of the ranger at my hands also the arrangement of fate?

"If you want to blame, blame himself for too many things.

"—If you discover our secret, you have to die!

"You too!"

As soon as the words fell, Curator Jin tore the clothes on his body.

The lower half of his body was bloodless, and the skin above it was cracked, revealing the dark red flesh below, which fell with his breath, like a volcano that was about to erupt at any moment.

At the same time, the green tendons on his body began to bulge, and from time to time a lump of round lumps surged over his body, as if there were huge insects swimming in the skin.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose by more than ten degrees, and Mu Yun suddenly felt a feeling of dry lips.

"The drought you are talking about, is it actually yourself?!"

Teacher Song was shocked when he saw it, "You actually planted a drought-like corpse worm on your body, you don't want to die!!"

As soon as the drought comes out, the red land is thousands of miles.

The dartfish is the top existence among the zombies, and if you plant the corpse worms of the drought, the living person will suffer from the burning of the flames, which is an extremely evil method of refining sacrifices.

At the same time, Mr. Song also understood one thing.

Corpse insects and Gu insects are inextricably linked. There is a kind of Hundred Insect Gu in Gu practice, which refers to putting hundreds of Gu worms into the jar, there is no food and the space is narrow, when these insects kill each other and survive, it is the most ferocious and poisonous Gu King.

Thinking about it this way, in fact, whether it is the corpses of the funeral parlor or the zombies all over the mountains, they are all prey for the curator to eat.

With the already strong flesh of the werewolf with the dartle corpse insects, and the zombies of the entire mountain as fertilizer, then I am afraid that it will not be long before Director Jin will become the existence of the king of zombies.

Without saying a word, Curator Jin grabbed Mr. Song's leg and frantically slammed his whole person back and forth on the ground, and holes appeared on the floor.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Song was thrown out and hit a table, which was smashed to pieces in an instant.

What a horse!

Mu Yun shivered when he saw it.

Curator Jin was condescending, with a huge wolf head lying on the floor, and Teacher Song, who had been hit hard, was ready to strike again.

"Wait, I have a last word!"

Suddenly, Teacher Song raised his hand from the dust.