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A sudden gale brought clouds and mist from the north, and the dark clouds gradually obscured the sun above. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The light was gone, and the sky darkened.

The cold wind blew through the dark world, bringing up the withered yellow branches and the terrible sound of the wind, and the leaves swayed with the wind and floated aimlessly; The wind whined like a child's cry, and like a sad song of the world.

Outside the dwelling villa at Conton Manor.

Dozens of ox carts line up in an arc, the front of which points to the carved gate, and behind the cart stand the family members of the deceased with sad faces.

The 31 corpses were stacked on the ox cart at random, and the pungent fishy smell filled the air, and some residents who had just come over involuntarily covered their noses, glanced at the ox cart curiously, and then quickly turned their heads, not daring to look at it again.

None of these corpses had the human semblance.

The limbs are incomplete, the complexion is black, the skin is covered with bones, and the maggots have been born.

Seeing so many bones that died horribly, Rao couldn't help but feel a shock from the experience of Hansel and Gretel, this was simply a massacre, and from the huge claw marks on the deceased's body, it was easy to judge the murderer who committed this killing.

Sure enough, it's a werewolf.

The witcher brother and sister glanced at each other, the suspicion in their eyes vanished, and they took a few steps back, fading into the shadows of the woods.

The corpse was placed in front of the door of the main villa, and the unwilling pale faces were quietly facing the carved door, without opening their eyes, but the hideous expression they showed before they died seemed to be issuing the most vicious accusation.

Everyone fell silent, the scene gradually subsided, and the sound of breathing disappeared, and they all waited.

But ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, and even an hour passed without a sound.

The door was still closed, no one came out, no one spoke.

An indescribable humiliation came out of my heart, it had been an hour, couldn't so many bones be exchanged for comfort?

Anger piled up, and even the old men who felt it was inappropriate to do so frowned.

31 victims, 17 patrolmen, even if the rumors are false, Madame should at least show her face!

A stone flew out of the crowd and slammed into the gate.

Boom! There was a loud sound, and the stones rolled to the ground.

An old man who had lost his son came out and shouted,

"Blake Condon, I know you're in there."

"You coward, coward, get out of here, my son is your best friend, and now that he's dead, don't you even dare show your face?"

"You coward, bastard, bitch, get out of here."

The old man wailed bitterly, his face covered with tears, he only had this one son, and now that he was dead, what was the point of living.

The grief infected everyone present, and it also detonated the extremely suppressed anger.

Everyone started cursing, scolding Blake, scolding his mother, scolding the Condons.

There were even radical young men who picked up rocks from the ground and threw them at the windows.

The sound of glass shattering sounded one after another, and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

However, at this time, the appearance of a person made the surroundings quiet again.

"Bill Warren, I see that dead fat man, he's right behind, don't let him run."

I don't know who said it, but in an instant, everyone turned around and stared at the dwarf winter melon behind him who had just taken off his hood and didn't know what was going on.

The terrible killing intent came from all directions, and Bill was so frightened that he quickly shouted,

"What are you doing, I tell you, it's better not to mess with me, my sister is Mrs. Condon."

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he opened his mouth, the eyes around him suddenly changed, and a young man with a hideous face walked out of the crowd, slapped Bill in the face, and scolded angrily,

"Dwarf winter melon, it's you who hit it."

Billmont, a hot pain came from his face, he looked at the little gangster in front of him in horror, his pupils gradually contracted, he recognized the person in front of him,

"It's you, you little bastard, it's you who put ......"

It's a pity that before he finished his sentence, he was kicked back, and the young man scolded viciously,

"Dare to point out to me, my best brother was killed by your nephew, and now he is hiding in the villa as a shrinking turtle, I will take you to the knife."

"Dwarf winter melon, you go to die!"

The young man was furious, waving his fists and screaming at Bill.

And what made him even more desperate was that no matter how he shouted and called for help, the people around him still stood there indifferently, no one stopped him, no one stepped forward, his face was expressionless as if he was an irrelevant spectator, but the hatred in those eyes continued to breed with the screams.

In the shade of a tree dozens of meters away to the northeast, John, who was watching this scene, suddenly asked Henry beside him,

"Who is this man?"

"Brydon River! My good buddy, very good at fighting. Henry said proudly, with a desire to try in his eyes,

"Hmmm! Very good. ”

John nodded slightly, very satisfied with this young man, punching to the flesh, the punch was very painful but not hurting the roots, it was exactly the result he wanted.

"Go tell Cole and Locke that it's time for us to act." And John said,

Henry was a little puzzled, the plan didn't seem to be like this, and he couldn't help asking,

"Don't you wait for Blake to come out?"

"No, he won't come out."

John Tian looked at the easternmost window on the second floor of the villa, the firelight floated, and a figure faintly reflected on the curtain,

"He won't come out, but someone can't wait."

……

John was right, there were people who couldn't wait.

The screams rang out one after another, and Anlila Conton, who was hiding behind the curtains, was already full of tears before she knew it.

It was his brother, the only member of the family, who was now beaten like an animal, and her heart ached to death when she saw it.

No, I can't wait any longer, if this continues, my brother will be beaten to death.

But before she could take a few steps, a voice full of anger came from behind her,

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going out!"

Alila gritted her teeth, her eyes red, and said,

"I'm not allowed!"

"I don't care, I'm going out."

An Lila's face was full of determination, and there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

Andrew got up and strode over to Anlila, his amber eyes staring at her motionlessly, "I said, you are not allowed to go out." ”

A tragic killing intent emanated from him, and Alila's face turned pale, and she was terrified until a few points, and she stepped back until her right hand touched the counter.

"You ......"

Alila trembled and pointed at him, her expression very complicated, but at this moment, the wail from the window once again strengthened her faith.

ps: I'll change one chapter first, I'll be shocked, and I'll update the second and third chapters later.