One, two, three,

John crouched down the stairs, counting the naked dead on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are thirteen of them, plus the six on the scene, and there are nineteen werewolves.

It was strange that there were such a number of half-bloods, and with what he knew about werewolves, those pure-bloods who considered themselves to be noble bloodlines did not bother to create such hybrids, and they considered it a desecration of blood.

But now it's the exact opposite, as if someone deliberately created these unlucky eggs and pushed them out to die.

John frowned, carefully going through what had happened before and after in his mind.

More than half an hour has passed since the first werewolf appeared, and if the target of these people is only the Count's daughter, it is time to stop all this in front of them.

……

"It's time for us to go."

At the east entrance of the villa, the middle-aged white man with a scar on his face put on his hat, picked up his cane, and walked out.

"Why don't you kill those two witchers?" Behind him, a bearded man whispered, his eyes surging with war.

"There's no need for that!"

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, his dark brown eyes seemed to be able to see the world hundreds of meters away through the layers of space.

"Calculate the time, they should be here too, leave this mess to the group of cops, I believe Mr. Bob will like this greeting gift."

He covered his mouth, coughed lightly a few times, and a moment before stepping into the carriage, remembered something, and said,

"What about Augusto? How could he not have come over. ”

"Humph!" The bearded man snorted and said disdainfully, "What else can that dead zombie do but pull the woman to dinner." ”

"Find him and bring the woman back."

"Yes, sir."

……

The battle in the hall continued, but with the death of three giant wolves, the battle had come to an end.

The combat effectiveness of these half-blood giant wolves is really not very good, except for the pair of bloody claws and the physical fitness that is much higher than ordinary people, they are simply scum in other aspects, whether it is strength, recovery or physical strength, it is more than a grade worse than the pure-bloods that John has ever seen.

As long as there is a slight amount of silver dust in the body, the wound will not heal, and even the surrounding skin will show signs of degeneration into a human.

Seeing this situation, John gave up his plan to go down and help, even if he didn't have guns, with the skills of the witcher brothers and sisters, he might not be afraid of these half-breed wolves.

John slipped to the first floor and saw Evelyn, whose face was smeared with blood and lying motionless on the ground like a reptile, his face couldn't help but show a strange look, and he didn't know what kind of family education could cultivate such a superb character.

"Is it fun to play dead?"

Hearing this, the girl moved, opened one eye, and when she saw the comer, she quickly shook her head and sat up from the ground, her face full of embarrassment.

"Why are you here again?"

"The battle is coming to an end, what am I still doing there."

John lifted the black wolf mask on his face, stretched out his hand to say hello to the witch hunter who found himself on the second floor in the distance, and said with a smile,

"Are you leaving?"

"Let's go!" The girl immediately nodded,

"Then follow me!"

John led her back to the back of the villa.

The unlit garden was as quiet as ever, the carriage was gone, and the peacock-like count's daughter was gone, leaving only a few cold corpses lying on the ground.

The smell of blood filled the air, getting stronger and stronger, and the darkness was oppressive.

A few dog barks in the distance, and Evelyn shuddered slightly, her eyes glancing around, and she didn't know if the vampire was gone.

The two walked out of the garden in the other direction and arrived at the main entrance of the villa, where the lights were still burning, but the noisy atmosphere was gone.

Some of the parents who heard the news were stopped outside the fence by the police, and Evelyn's eyes were sharp, and the first thing she saw was the familiar middle-aged fat man.

"Father!"

She exclaimed and wanted to get out, but was pulled back by John.

"What are you doing?"

"If you don't want to be the subject of police interrogation and tomorrow's newspaper spotlight, don't go out now." John said with a blank face,

"Huh?" The girl was puzzled,

Without much explanation, John whispered, "All you have to do now is go home honestly, take a shower and get a good night's sleep, and surprise your father when you wake up tomorrow morning." ”

"As for tonight's experience, I can forget as much as I can."

"Why?" The girl was a little confused by John's words,

"It's nothing, do as I say, make sure you and your family have nothing to do."

John rubbed her hair and turned to leave, but unfortunately he hadn't taken a few steps when he suddenly found a rather awkward question,

He didn't know the way, not even the area of Memphis, and the carriage that had stopped on the side of the road was nowhere to be seen.

In desperation, I had to come back hard, and in the girl's strange gaze, I said with embarrassment,

"Do you know how to get to 21 Xinjie Road?"

……

Ten minutes later, a dilapidated but clean street welcomed two young men and women who had returned from a trip.

Evelyn stopped in front of a small two-story building, tapped the wooden door gently, turned to John and said solemnly,

"It's okay to let you stay here, but remember ......"

"Don't mess with my mother!" John reluctantly repeated the phrase, "You've said it eleven times." ”

"Just remember, if you don't want to walk in the dark for more than an hour, the ghost will let you come to my house?"

Evelyn snorted and turned her head arrogantly,

After a while, the sound of squirming footsteps came from behind the door, and at the same time there was a slightly nervous voice,

"Who?"

"Me!" The girl hurriedly replied,

"Evelyn, you're back."

An anxious voice rang out, and the door opened a crack, and the dim candle flame illuminated the two outside, as well as the pretty old mother that Evelyn often talked about.

The woman was dressed in pajamas, about forty years old, with long hair tied together haphazardly, and eyes as beautiful as Evelyn, but her picturesque face, even if it was a little wrinkled, was much more beautiful than the little girl beside her.

No wonder this girl kept saying that she would be beautiful in the future, if she only looked at her mother, there was indeed such a possibility.

"How are you, are you alright?" The woman said with a nervous face,

"It's fine." Evelyn shook her head and pointed to John on the side and introduced,

"This is my friend, and the savior who saved me from the ball, his house is a little far from here, can you let him stay here for one night?"

John bowed slightly and smiled, "Hello, ma'am, you can call me John." ”

The woman's expression was a little confused, just now someone in the street said that something had happened to the ball, and Ford went out to have a look, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, his daughter came back, and brought back a young man who looked like a rich child.

"Mom!" Evelyn whispered.

The woman came back to her senses and smiled, "Yes, of course, come in!" ”

She opened the wooden door and staggered to let the two in, rubbing John's fingers on his back, intentionally or not, as he stepped through the door.

A glimmer of light appears on the fingertips, then vanishes.