Al was slightly behind Carter again, and changed back to the state of following the other party closely, following the other party to push away one after another green vines that had grown into curtains, and walked out of the deciduous area one foot deeper. During this period, the two returned to their initial silence, and when they encountered a few traps, Carter just sneered and bypassed, not sabotaging as he did at the beginning.

But Al always felt that the sneer was directed at him.

It didn't take long for Al to finally drive away the cold in his heart, and it was just the dark red shadow lying deep inside......

He was horrified to find that it was a bloody person, Al leaned over to take a look, the face full of fear, despair, panic and all other negative emotions was clearly his own face! And next to it, was a grinning beast, the beast had a pair of green eyes, like a man and a wolf, the next second the werewolf would kill the prey, but Al knew that the werewolf would also die.

Because not far behind the werewolf, a stout figure was raising his bow and aiming at it, he was wearing the gold digger's tight protective gear, but he was not a gold digger, Al was sure, because it was Carter's face!

......

The two of them walked and stopped until the sun had completely withdrawn from the valley, and the frosty moonlight and inky darkness replaced the green that seemed to have existed for thousands of years.

Although there was no danger all the way, Carter's brow grew more and more worried, he knew the woodland well, and a few days before, the woodland had never been so dull and dead.

Normally, even at night, the beasts of the forest would make all kinds of sounds, hunting, fleeing, estrus, and roaring at the moon, and so on.

It was so quiet that Carter had to suspect that they had fallen behind the beasts, who had cleared all the places they had passed, and the living creatures that had survived had hid and were frightened in some corners, not daring to make the slightest noise.

Otherwise, how could we not hear the wolf howling and no other sounds?

The woodland was eerily quiet, not even the sounds of birds that should be heard everywhere, of course, none of this was a problem for Al, who had never seen the scene of the woodland lively, and thought that the woodland was like this.

The only thing he cared about was that the night and the silence were the best time to be a thief! He did not like the darkness and the silence, because it was with the help of these two accomplices that the butler and the maid committed the theft.

Thinking of that image, the exhausted Al couldn't help but gradually lose control of his thoughts, and his thoughts drifted into the distance, perhaps drifting to some ballroom party that didn't actually exist, and he unconsciously fell into it.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, his feet became weaker and weaker, and even as if he was stepping on cotton, which slowly turned into a red carpet, he seemed to see himself in the middle of a banquet, holding a glass cup full of red liquid, surrounded by jazz in fine clothes......

No, Al shook his head, and drove the jazz away, leaving only the sensual noblewoman, with whom he and the sensual and plump and graceful women tossed and laughed, and together they danced in a messy pace, twisting and swaying, and touching the hunger and thirst within their cold and noble exteriors, which seemed to be a prelude to the great goal of exploring the mysteries of mankind.

And the long dining table with countless foods that Al had never seen before, stretched to the end of the sight, accompanied by elegant music, the flame tips of the candles swayed gently, and Al who had buried his face in the blazing waves at some point, could actually smell the burning of plants and trees, and the taste polished the dream, injecting it with a more real ......

Al suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did it smell like burning grass and trees?

He pinched the pair of silky and round palms, but he crumpled everything in the dream, only the flickering flame tip was still hot, like an orange-red star in the darkness.

The sight made Al's eyes widen, and his heart pounded.

"Man, look," he said, patting Carter and pointing to the fire in front of him, "there's a fire!"

Al didn't think werewolves could make fires, so [there was a fire ahead] had been equated with [someone ahead] in his heart, he had been struggling in the woodland for more than ten days, and he had already been tormented by the large expanse of colors that represented life, and finally met a person, but it was a guy like Carter.

He's leaving Carter, no matter what kind of people he's going to meet, if his luck has been so bad and he's going to be unladylike again, that's fine, can it be worse than it is now?

In this case, as far as these two options are concerned, it is not a question of betting big or small, or losing more or less, but whether Al should continue to gamble. Betting, you may lose your money, or you may win a little capital to turn over, but if you don't gamble, he will immediately be thrown into the abyss by Carter, and there will be no chance of seeing the light of day again.

But apparently Carter didn't want to give him that choice, he turned around and covered Al's mouth and stared at Al, who saw the flickering orange fire in the other party's eyes, "Whatever you see, pretend you didn't see it."

Have you forgotten what happened to you? The gold diggers don't have a good thing, and the werewolves can easily tear us apart now, and avoid it if they can!"

Al subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but as soon as his mind turned, he immediately understood that he should nod his head now, like a chicken pecking rice, and preferably pretending to be scared.

Al did it.

Carter was pleased with his performance and gave a stiff smile, but apparently he wasn't good at making that look, "You understand." ”

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There was a bonfire in the clearing, burning some of the dead branches that could be found everywhere in the woodland, and a fence had been artificially cleared around the fire, and the bare earth controlled the flames in a small circle, and the firelight illuminated this small clearing in the woodland, and the strange branches and shadows around seemed to sway with the frequency of the fire, and in this black curtain that encompassed everything, they seemed to be supporting characters who were doing some strange welcoming ritual.

And the protagonist doesn't seem to be on the scene yet.

Nissa pointed to the shadows where there was a strange noise, the massive trunk blocking the fire, and casting a thick black path behind it, one end connected to the tree and the other end to the black curtain.

Gold diggers suspect that this shadow hides peepers, who are often equated with attackers.