"On the night of the full moon, there is a certain probability that you can awaken the werewolf bloodline hidden in the human body. Sieg walked through the dark streets, looking around casually.

Tonight, the town of Terra was unusually deserted, with dim streetlights only illuminating a rough idea, and most of the area was shrouded in darkness at the moment.

"According to records, on every full moon night, a considerable number of the inhabitants of this place will awaken the rampaging werewolf blood. And the probability of this awakening is random, and everyone has a chance. Sieg stopped suddenly, and as he searched through the memories he had devoured, he suddenly discovered a very interesting piece of information.

The town's annual wolf plague is unpreventable, because no one knows which person will become a werewolf on a full moon night. It could be an old man buying a bag of newspapers across the street, or a neighbor who lives next door, or a relative close to him, or even a ...... It could be yourself.

In other words, everyone here has the theoretical potential to become a werewolf!

"In this case, wouldn't everyone in this Terra town have werewolf blood!" Sigurd's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to himself: "It's kind of interesting, I actually came to a werewolf town...... No, it's the werewolf town that the man remembers. ”

Sieg's gaze became clearer for a moment, and he looked around, only to see a dark shadow suddenly flash in the dark night, rushing towards a red-roofed house.

Soon, a woman's scream rang out from inside the house.

"It seems that someone has begun to awaken the werewolf bloodline. Sieg didn't stop, but directly let the wings behind him stretch out, flap his wings towards the sky, and fly directly into the air, staring down with cold eyes.

He deliberately chose the tallest building in the town, the steeple church of no small scale, and stood alone on the steeple of the church, admiring everything that happened at night with a blank face.

"This ...... That's when memories begin. Seeger actually had some vague guesses about where he was now.

At first, he thought that he had broken into a mysterious teleportation array in the pyramid, and had already been teleported out to another place. But as he observed the people here, and the information he gathered after devouring the memories of others, Sigurt gradually realized that he had never left, and that he had always been in the strange pyramid.

"Here, it seems to be a fragment of someone's memory. Sigger's mind began to clear.

He noticed that as soon as the dry eyeball entered the place, it was silent, and seemed to disappear completely.

"It's definitely still here, too. Sigger's face was cold. He thought about it now, and he seemed to have sensed something calling him, but now it seemed that it was most likely the ghost of the dry eyeballs, trying to lure him in.

He devoured the memories of people in several small towns, and after comparison, he found that almost all the memories of people here were somewhat broken, as if they had been artificially corrected.

Sigur studied it carefully for a long time, and then was surprised to find that the memories in these people's minds seemed to point to the same event, that is, tonight's wolf plague!

In other words, normal people's memories are generally relatively complete, they will have a clearer concept of the past, present and future, and they will have their own experiences of their interpersonal relationships, but people here are different, their memories are very simple, and they can even be said to be streamlined.

A lot of their memories have been artificially erased, and in the end all that's left is basic, giving the impression that they're NPCs, surviving purely for an event.

And in this case, it is generally most likely to be someone's memory fragments!

Because it is impossible for the main body of memory to understand the specific information of everyone at that time, the memory fragments constructed will have some defects in many people.

"The only thing I'm curious about is who the owner of this memory fragment is, and he's not in the town right now. Sieg greeted the bright moon, his gaze piercing the darkness and scanning ahead.

Although I have guessed in my heart that this memory fragment may be related to the dry eyeball, since it is a memory fragment, then this memory must have the original prototype of the other party.

The best way to get out of here, or even get something good, is to find this prototype!

"I once heard that when some of the strongest people in the infinite space die, some people's soul consciousness will automatically evolve a half-truth and half-truth memory world because of some obsessions. In their memory world, the most impressive fragments of the lives of these supreme beings are stored. Sieg looked at the werewolf town that was about to come at this moment, and secretly said in his heart: "Now it seems that what happened tonight is probably one of the most impressive scenes in the memory of that dry eyeball. ”

A memory is a world.

...... Whew.

The howls of wolves gradually intensified, and they came and went one after another for a while.

There were bursts of gunfire, and it seemed that someone was fighting back in self-defense.

But the strength of the werewolf is obviously not comparable to that of normal weapons, and the screams soon filled the streets and alleys, and the quiet night was instantly ruthlessly smashed to pieces.

The people fled their houses in a panic, towards what they thought was safe, and in the midst of the crowd, Sigurt noticed two familiar figures.

"It's ...... them," Seeger noted, noting that the brother and sister he had met during the day were now supporting each other and hiding in a dilapidated shop.

The younger sister of the brothers and sisters was covered with blood on her chest, dripping and dyeing most of her clothes red, which was shocking to see.

The young man, who was originally a little honest and stupid, had a painful expression on his face at the moment, gritted his teeth and tried his best to drag his sister into a pharmacy.

It's just that the pharmacy at this time has obviously been occupied in advance. When the wolf plague comes, medicine is always the most urgently needed supply, and the people occupying this pharmacy at the moment are a group of underground black rats with uniform uniforms.

The boy clearly recognized them, and immediately pounced, praying for something.

But the person on the other side was obviously the owner who only recognized gold coins, and when he saw that it was this poor brother and sister, he didn't give a good face at the moment, and drove them out after a beating.

For these black rats, the night of the wolf plague is not only a catastrophe, but also an opportunity, an opportunity to make a fortune.

With the pharmacy in control, they can take advantage of the fire to rob and make a lot of money.

The boy's eyes were full of anger and tears, but the other party was outnumbered, and he was no match for them at all.