"yes, we're really lucky this time, and those snow foxes don't know why they're hiding in a small hole.

"Maybe these poor little guys have some natural predator. The other mercenary burped and pouted.

While a few mercenaries were talking to each other, a thin young man had been looking at the darkness around him uneasily.

He had felt a gaze on them from a few days ago, and the feeling made him creep.

"Hey!

This was a sudden slap on his back, which scared him into a tremble, and then Uncle Qiao's loud voice sounded behind him: "What are you thinking? Come and drink with us!"

"No, no, I don't drink. ”

The young man waved his hand nervously, his face flushed, and he stammered a little.

"Little Buffman, you're not thinking about any of the little lovers in Irontooth, are you?" the crowd began to laugh and make jokes about him.

They liked this young man with fine skin and tender meat very much, although he did not know him physically, but he was very industrious and careful.

And he is very kind-hearted, very helpful, and was very popular with some people when he was in Irontooth Town.

"What little lover?!Bushman doesn't have a favorite yet!"

On the side, a bearded man with a unswerving face reprimanded the big man who had just started to coax, and then said: "He is thinking about where to end his teenage career after having this money!"

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter, and the grateful gaze that Buman was about to cast instantly froze on his face, and he could only blush and bow his head in a gloomy manner.

"Ignore these guys, come over and warm up with a few sips of wine. ”

Uncle Qiao shook his head with a smile, patted him on the back and said that because he had no family and no heirs, he regarded the shy child Buman as his junior.

"Uncle Joe......"

Buman wanted to say what he felt, but he couldn't say it because everyone else didn't feel it.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Uncle Qiao was a little puzzled, although Buman was usually very shy, but he was not embarrassed to say a word.

"I always felt like something was following us, and it had been days on end. ”

Buman gritted his teeth, the big deal was that he was laughed at by everyone for a while, but his heart was really full of uneasiness, and he always couldn't help but want to run away.

"Something?"

Uncle Qiao frowned and came to a boulder next to him, looked around, and then turned his head to look at the hounds lying quietly by the fire, and couldn't help laughing.

"Child, you think too much, this is your psychological effect, I also felt this way when I followed my father to the mountains and forests to hunt, and I always felt that there was a ...... behind me"

He stood on the boulder and looked at Booman below, laughing, and talking about his experience as a child, but he saw Booman's expression suddenly become frightened, his fingers trembling and pointing behind him, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

He frowned, and slowly turned around, meeting a pair of cold, scarlet eyes, his pupils slowly constricting, and his Adam's apple moving slightly.

Then a huge suction cup slammed into front of him, and before he could react, it all happened so suddenly and quickly that Uncle Qiao didn't even scream.

Then his muscular body shrank and shrivelled gray.

In Buman's eyes, there was a huge snake-like monster floating behind Uncle Joe.

That's right, it's floating, as if there is an invisible force supporting it to float in mid-air, and there are some strange patterns on its body, which makes people can't help but move their eyes to it.

And it had a total of seven heads, except for the one in the middle, each with a huge sucker-like mouth and two scarlet eyes, staring at itself in the reflection of the firelight.

"Run!!"

In extreme horror, Booman roared loudly with tears streaming down his face, but his legs trembled and he couldn't take a step.

It's just that the monster seemed to be playing tricks on him, and it threw aside Uncle Qiao, who had been turned into a dried corpse, and let out a strange cry that swept over Buman's head, and rushed at the eight people who were frozen in place not far away.

A killing began, but not a single drop of blood came out of the scene, only a few shriveled corpses.

Several hounds cowered in a corner, their eyes closed and whimpering lowly, but none of them dared to get up and run away, as if waiting for slaughter.

Booman closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face, and he trembled and choked as the man who was like a father to him had just been transformed into a corpse in front of him.

But he didn't dare to turn around, he didn't have the guts, he wanted revenge but he knew he was definitely no match for that monster.

After a while, there was calm behind him, and he could still feel the breath coming from behind him, and the monster must have been behind him, watching him quietly.

Like a beast teasing its prey, he used himself as a toy to fill its boring, murderous life.

"No ......"

A strange breath swept past his ears and drifted to the tip of his nose, which made Buman feel a sense of calm, strange that such an evil and ugly monster could have such abilities.

"Hehehe. ”

Just as Buman inexplicably calmed down the fear in his heart and closed his eyes to accept death, a chuckle like a silver bell rang in his ears.

This made him open his eyes curiously, wanting to see who the owner of this voice was, wasn't there an evil monster behind him?

But before he could open his eyes, a blinding golden light pierced the darkness in the distance and flew out, grazing his cheeks and shooting behind him.

He couldn't help but close his eyes again, and then he heard a muffled grunt behind him, and then the smell disappeared.

..........................................

Two days later, Jason received information about what had happened at the castle, and this time the scene was still discovered by a team of mercenaries.

"The same death?" Jason looked gloomily at Hassan in front of him.

"Yes, sir. ”

Hassan said: "I have sent someone to see it, and it is exactly the same as the death of the villagers in the small mountain village in the northwest, and our people have also found some footprints and two footprints leaving in the distance and a pool of frozen gray unknown liquid there, and the crows have followed the footsteps to catch up, hoping that there will be a result." ”

"Very good, take me to the scene right away!"

After only a few days, the murderer can't help but do it again? It would be a great disaster to keep him.