The place was a little bit of a good place, but with the smell of Stefan, he wouldn't get lost.

The air was filled with a special smell that belonged to werewolves, and Caesar's nose sniffed, a scent that only a werewolf could smell, was incomparably prominent in his sense of smell, providing him with clues to find Stefan.

Cautiously sticking to the wall, Caesar was very puzzled for a moment, there are so many traps in the villa above, why is there nothing here?

Could it be that this place is the stronghold of the forces that kidnapped Stefan?

However, it is strange that he has not seen a person so far.

After walking a few more steps, Caesar suddenly shook his body, his brows frowned slightly, in front of his nose, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood, he sniffed the air carefully, indeed, this is the smell of blood, and it is the smell of werewolf blood!

It's Stefan!

The thought jumped into Caesar's mind for the first time.

Not good, he's in danger,

Caesar's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about any whereabouts being exposed at this moment, and his body rushed towards the source of the bloody breath!

Rushing to the place where the breath was strongest, Caesar was stunned, he seemed to have reached a dead end, and there was a hidden opening above, which should be one of the entrances to this underground secret passage.

Stefan's breath was just following that exit.

But he didn't dare to be careless, if he rushed directly and recklessly, who knew if he would be taken off by the trap that others had already laid in ambush?

The world is impermanent, and you have to be careful to save people, don't put yourself in it, otherwise it will be a sand sculpture.

Gently walking to the bottom of the partition of the opening, Caesar meditated slightly, engrossed in perceiving the situation above with the werewolf's sense of hearing and smell.

Caesar, who was half-ringing and didn't hear a heartbeat from above, breathed a sigh of relief.

Make sure there is no ambush directly above.

Caesar turned sideways, grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket, and threw the candy out of his hand as he lifted the partition!

Dots of light shone on Caesar's body.

Seeing that there was no movement above, Caesar climbed up with peace of mind.

With a flip and jump, Caesar landed and steadied himself, and at a glance he saw a very conspicuous table-like object in the woods ahead.

He narrowed his eyes and walked into the woods ahead.

As a werewolf, he has very good eyesight even in the dark of night, even wider than during the day.

Eyes look at the four roads, ears listen to the eight directions.

He walked over to what looked like a table.

It was a stone table, like an altar, reminding Caesar of his childhood when his family was reunited and the whole family participated in the sacrifice on the night of the full moon.

Of course, these are just memories.

The man he was looking for, Stefan, lying upright on the stone table, eyes closed, looking unconscious.

"Stefan! Stefan! ”

Caesar had a happy look on his face and shouted his name in his mouth.

But Stefan was clearly unable to respond to his call.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Caesar shook his head and prepared to take Stefan away.

As he approached the stone table of the altar, he was secretly vigilant, and the werewolf's strong nervous reaction jumped to the limit.

Since Stefan's kidnappers had taken him to what seemed to be a base camp, it was impossible for him to take him with him easily.

Although he had encountered many traps before, he had not seen a single one so far.

In addition, Stefan was swaggered here.

He guessed that the fatal blow of the mysterious man who kidnapped Stefan was very likely to be at the moment when he was about to take Stefan!

However, Caesar's speculation fell through.

There was no one watching in the shadows, waiting for a sneak attack.

Because he was directly blocked by an invisible barrier like transparent glass!

Caesar's head was stunned for a moment, and he immediately looked at his feet.

Sure enough, I saw some white, fine salt-like particles.

His eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously murmured, "White Shimmer Tree Particles ......"