It's the middle of the night. Soon after Cheese saw off the devil, he saw Elsa and the others coming from afar. It was supposed to be a relaxing thing. But when the mage saw the bloody scratches on the three of them, he didn't think so. After all, Shander is still the master of the dark side of the Iron Castle, in the past, this vampire could let the various forces lurking in the Iron Castle pick up their tails as long as they walked in the darkness, but although the situation is special now, a blood clan of the black blood family still has a certain deterrent. So Cheese guesses that Elsa and they must have been injured after Sander left.

Sure enough, according to the proprietress and the hostess, the wounds on their bodies were caused by something that looked like a giant monkey about two blocks from here. According to them, they resembled apes with elongated limbs, their iron-gray skin covered with a layer of moss. And for all their strange appearance, the gray monkeys were incredibly agile, with sharp claws at the base of their limbs that Jack said pierced through his hard cowhide armor as easily as a knife cut through butter.

"So you knocked them down?" Cheese asked, sprinkling a medicinal powder with a floral scent on the wounds of the trio.

The injuries on the three of them were not the same, Elsa only received a scratch on her left shoulder, and three narrow wounds tore the clothes on the boss's left arm, and also cut through her skin, revealing her flesh and blood. Mona was scratched twice on her back with six wounds, and the cross-cutting scars made it easy to imagine the sight of the gray monster waving its claws from the left and right. According to the female warrior, this was to bring back the wounds Jack had sustained.

The people who saved people ended up in such a tragic situation, and the hurt of the rescued Jack was naturally even more serious. In addition to a few irregular wounds on his chest, the "monkey" had three transparent holes in his right forearm that had been pierced by something sharp, and through the three holes, you could even see the bones inside. In addition, Jack also has obvious wounds on the ankle of his left leg, which looks like he has been bitten by a tiger or a lion or other beast. With such a serious injury, Cheese really admired that this Frost Guardian hadn't fainted yet.

"Shhh...... Lighten up. Feeling the pain coming from the wound, the proprietress couldn't help but whisper, "Of course we didn't knock them down. Not to mention knocking them down, I doubt we'll be able to hurt them. Dragon's Back Mountain is above, and my dagger slashes at them like it has slashed into the skin of an old buffalo. ”

Mona on the side also endured the pain and helped Jack clean the torn clothes near the wound to prepare for the application of medicine, and said, "Actually, if they hadn't suddenly retreated as if they felt something, I don't think we would have been able to show up here again." ”

Cheese listened to the words of the female warrior and nodded, although the evil god did not really come just now, but the terrifying aura it made must have frightened those things that were more closely related to the darkness. Moreover, after listening to their descriptions, the mage already had a rough idea of what the boss lady had encountered.

"You're lucky this time. Normally, ghouls don't let their prey run away so easily. The mage said.

"Ghouls, you say those damn monsters are ghouls!Caveman beards, hell, aren't those things fairy tales used to scare kids?" Ringing a keen note of the words in Cheese's words, Elsa growled.

"Hey, calm down. You don't want to bring that stuff here, do you? The mage pressed the proprietress lightly on her shoulder, motioning for her to be quiet, "Of course the ghouls exist. In fact, depending on their appearance and abilities, they are actually a fairly large dark species. It sounds like you're attacking moss wanderers, who usually find their way out of residential cemeteries, and think of them as some kind of hyena with the stench of dead corpses compared to their sapient counterparts. Normally, they survive by exhuming freshly dead corpses. ”

"We don't look like corpses. Mona said from the side. Since Elsa's wounds had been largely treated, the mage began to deal with the wounds on the female warrior's body.

"Of course not, the taste of the living and the dead are very different. But I didn't say they wouldn't attack the living. All ghouls, I mean all, have an insatiable craving for fresh flesh, and those guys are forever chasing fresher flesh. When decaying corpses don't satisfy them, attacking the living is a natural thing, isn't it?" said Cheese.

"You say it sounds like it's time to have breakfast and then it's time for lunch. But if every ghoul goes through this process, what is the difference between them and directly attacking people?" said Jack, who was lying on the side, in a weak voice.

"Of course it's different. Ghouls may sound like brainless beasts, but depending on the species, those creatures have a certain amount of sanity after satisfying their thirst for flesh. They can even make good hunting dogs with a little training. After applying the wound on Mona's back with powder, Cheese wrapped the wound in a bandage.

"You say...... Hounds, so they're sensitive to the smell of blood, right?" the proprietress said in a trembling voice from beside the mage. Cheese looked up suspiciously, and suddenly found that while he was concentrating on treating the wounds of others, some strange shapes with gray skin had silently surrounded several people. Unlike humans or other beasts, these ghouls' mouths are more like the mouthparts of insects, and their teeth are arranged in two parts, left and right, in a horizontally spread mouth, making it easier for them to bite human bodies.

"The Endless Abyss is below, and it looks like we're really not lucky tonight. Cursing in a low voice, Cheese said as he looked at the ghouls around him.

And at this moment, Shande, who was lying on the ground, let out a low moan. The vampire, who had fainted from the side effects of the madness, was holding his head in one hand and holding himself up on the ground with the other. His eyes hadn't opened yet because of the discomfort from vertigo. He muttered to himself.

"The taste here is terrible. It smelled like a dozen ghouls who had just finished rolling from the graveyard. ”

As for his response, it was the silent hiss of the gray ghouls opening their mouths.