The silent town, as the sun rises and the blood moon recedes, should have been rejuvenated.

But instead of hope, the morning sun brought death, the smell of corpses wafting through the buildings, and from time to time there were piercing screams and the sound of broken glass.

John was awakened by a terrible scream, the pungent putrid smell that made him faintly sick, and the whole house was eerily quiet.

Outside the window, dark shadows drifted slowly behind the curtains.

Float by?

It's a two-story building!

He opened his mouth wide in horror and instinctively wanted to shout, but in the nick of time, he immediately covered his mouth and forced himself to calm down.

"It must have been last night's footsteps!"

"What the hell?"

"But... But it's already daytime, and the night of the red moon has passed. ”

He is a little difficult to understand, in people's common sense, although the red moon will give birth to some "weird", but it will often disappear in the daytime.

"Just stay up until daylight."

This sentence has even become the norm in most horror and supernatural novels.

But it's daylight now!

The shadow stopped by the window, and it didn't go away for a long time.

John's gums couldn't help but tremble up and down.

He cautiously rolled out of bed and got under the bed, but probably because he was so nervous that his body trembled involuntarily, causing him to touch the clockwork alarm clock placed at the head of the bed.

It slammed into the floor with a subtle metal crashing sound.

In the daytime, it was only a small movement, but after the screams stopped, the town became extremely quiet in the early morning, and it was simply harsh.

"I'm actually... I've tried my best to avoid it. ”

John felt like he was about to cry, this kind of scene that only appears in horror novels, he didn't expect it to fall on his head.

It's not vulgar.

Rather, it was extreme tension, causing his body to become too stiff.

But fortunately, after a long time, there was still no movement outside, and the shadow hung outside the window, and in the sunlight, cast on the curtains, it took on a terrifying and hideous posture - this was not a living person, but a monster with a humanoid shape.

John's heart was pounding like a big drum, and cold sweat soaked his short hair and trickled down his sideburns.

He buried his head under the dusty bed, and did not dare to move, without the slightest thought of poking his head out to see if the shadow outside the window had disappeared.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something fall on the edge of the bed, blocking the light.

Under the bed, it immediately became much darker.

"It's coming!"

John immediately realized this, and he subconsciously turned his head to see that the previous head with atrophied muscles and skin wrapped in dry bones was staring at him with a pair of resentful eyes.

"Huh."

A hoarse laugh rang out.

Immediately after, a strong sense of anxiety made him involuntarily open his mouth, and from inside, bursts of white smoke came out, and his body also became shrunk and dry.

"Mom, run!"

He opened his mouth, his voice as thin as a gnat, and then his consciousness fell into complete darkness.

...

When rushing back to town.

Zhang Huaisheng saw Smith, who arrived first, holding a gun, looking at the terrifying scene in front of him with a solemn expression.

I saw a shriveled corpse in yellowed clothes hanging on the clothes pole extending out of the window on the edge of the small building.

They are thoroughly air-dried, light and weightless, gently swaying with the breeze.

The man dressed in the priest's robe of the Cult of the Steam God was cut open in the middle, and the ground was littered with a large number of scraps of metal parts, mixed with the organs, which looked terrifying.

"He's the parish priest of the church in this town."

Smith said softly: "It's a very nice, very cheerful gentleman, I drank two cups of tea with him before I left last night, but I didn't expect to die of my negligence." ”

"Just avenge him."

Zhang Huaisheng said.

In fact, it can be seen from the fact that Smith is the only one guarding the gate of the abyss, and the transcendents of Boston do not value the thousands of lives in this town.

If this were a wealthy area, the outcome might have been different.

"It's already coming to us."

Smith picked up his gun and asked, "Mr. Witcher, do you know what kind of demon this is?" ”

His tone was much more solemn than the previous light pick.

Zhang Huaisheng looked intently.

It floated in mid-air.

Dressed in a rotten and yellowed white wedding dress that looked like it had been soaked in corpse water.

The wedding dress enveloped its corpse-like body, with a long tongue sticking out of its mouth.

"It's a daytime wraith."

Zhang Huaisheng's expression was a little ugly, this is a demon with the ability of "visible is invisible" similar to his, but diametrically opposite.

At night, the daytime spirits will be in an invisible and weakened state, in which they have little ability to attack, which is probably why it will avoid the two of them and go straight to the town to kill.

Only during the day will they manifest their true form, in which state they can be attacked, but at the same time, their strength will increase several times.

It is said that the daytime demon spirit is incarnated by a dead girl who is about to get married due to various special reasons, and belongs to a kind of superior body of evil spirits, but it cannot be promoted by ordinary evil spirits.

"Its weakness is that once it does not accept the sun's rays, its strength will slide off like jumping off a cliff, but at the same time, it will automatically enter a state of optical stealth."

"So it's best to take advantage of the night to use the powder made from the manifestation grass to reveal its true body."

Smith shook his head: "If you wait until night, it doesn't know how many people it will kill." ”

Zhang Huaisheng said in a deep voice: "Indeed, so it has no weaknesses, once it is bathed in the sun, it is at the peak state of Sequence 7, its body is strong, and it also has the ability to be similar to the drought disaster of Sequence 6 of the Calamity Pathway. ”

Drought is another name for volcanic prayers.

Smith's tone was firm and loud: "No matter how strong this monster is, it must be dealt with, and if you are afraid, you can leave." ”

"Huh."

Zhang Huaisheng chuckled lightly, but did not speak, his bones crackled, he pulled up out of thin air, his muscles began to expand, and sharp claws stretched out.

His body vanished and reappeared.

The scarlet wolf's head hung from the top of its head, and the strong smell of blood covered the stench of corpses that had originally permeated the town.

"I'm near, you're far."

Dropping two short words, Zhang Huaisheng kicked the ground with both feet, his body soared into the sky like a cloud, stepped on the two-story building, and once again borrowed his strength to pounce on the demon spirit during the day.

Boom –

As far as the eye can see, even the houses and the land have become dry and cracked.

Zhang Huaisheng only felt a thirst in his mouth, and there were signs of rapid loss of body fluids.

But immediately, the Blood Wolf Head's extraordinary characteristics in the middle sequence, combined with the "dictatorship", made him successfully master his own blood, and the sense of anxiety passed quickly.

Smith, on the other hand, unscrewed a bottle of potion and gulped it down.

Then he quickly dodged and disappeared into the complex.

For hunters, hiding in the shadows is the most dangerous.