He Jiamu absorbed the power brought to him by the full moon in the woods, and the wounds on his shoulders healed quickly, for him, this kind of injury would not make him permanently disabled, but it would take at least three months to regenerate his hands, and during this time, he needed to constantly feed on human hearts to help recover, and the thought of the future might be quite sad, which made him hate the three people in front of him even more, and they must be killed tonight!

With a roar, He Jiamu rushed out of the woods and launched an attack on Daolin, his speed already far from the beginning of the battle. And Dao Lin's strength at the moment has improved a lot compared to just now, and after he used the Spiritual Sense Gathering Technique, he actually fought with the He family.

Qu Shan was very puzzled by this scene: "Gang Gong, this werewolf seems to be a little wrong, even if his hands are broken, but this injury will not affect him to such an extent, how can his speed and strength only be about 20% of the beginning? Now he shouldn't have any reason to spare any more energy."

The steel hammer only cares about smoking, and he doesn't bother to watch the fight on the field, "Cut...... I think he's too strong, even on a full moon night, it's too exaggerated, why haven't he died until now......" He grumbled again, as if it was a miracle that the werewolf was still alive, and it was a miracle that he could fight.

Seeing that he didn't seem to understand what he meant, Gang Gong had to explain, "Do you remember the first time I slashed him in the air?"

Qu Jiu nodded, although the movement of the steel hammer was so fast that he almost didn't see it clearly, but He Jiamu's sentence "Only the speed is passable, and the slashing on the body is similar to a mosquito bite" He still understood, at that time, the steel hammer must have attacked He Jiamu with a scalpel.

"Another time I was kicked by him, and that time I was a little more serious, and in my estimation, he deserved to die the first time, but he could still fight me, so I cut it a second time, and he still had the strength to kick me away." Gangyi took a puff of smoke with a very unhappy expression, "Later, he used the wind blade there again, and he abandoned his arm to dodge the knife, and he is not dead until now, he is simply a monster...... It's really hard for me to imagine that a thing whose entrails have been completely torn apart by me can still play hand-to-hand combat with my stupid employees like it does now."

Quit Drinking was shocked when he heard it, and the ripper ...... That's what it means! Those scalpels can cut through the spirit body because the spirit of the steel hammer is powerful, and this technique of directly attacking the internal organs when fighting werewolves is simply a divine skill! How on earth can you accomplish such an almost impossible thing at that speed!

"Can you understand? As long as the knife is fast enough, you can cut the wound and gently stroke it, and the incision will disappear." The steel hammer said in a relaxed tone. Quit alcohol has already defined this man as a real monster in his mind.

At this moment, the battle between He Jiamu and Dowling has come to an end, and blood gushes out of He Jiamu's mouth incessantly, even if the werewolf's recovery power is strong, the broken internal organs cannot heal as quickly as the external wounds, so He Jiamu has actually lost a long time ago, even if he chooses to escape just now, he will definitely not survive tonight.

Dowling gradually gained the upper hand, his sword left new wounds on He Jiamu's body, this werewolf has now given up biting and kicking, only dodging, but even so he is gradually losing power, the fate of death has come irrevocably, it is only a matter of time.

Dowling's elbow struck the werewolf's body, and sharp pain came from inside He Jiamu's body, and he knelt on the ground, and blood foamed from his mouth. Dowling's sword slashed towards He Jiamu's neck, this blow he couldn't dodge, the werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the last moment to come, he hated it in his heart, he hated these ghost hunters, he hated this world, he hated himself......

But He Jiamu's head didn't fly, and Daolin's sword was on his neck, and Daolin just stood there looking at him, but he didn't mean to make a move.

"What do you mean! Aren't you going to kill me! Why! What more do you want from me?" He Jiamu roared angrily, blood flowed from his wolf's mouth, and even a loud roar made him feel painful.

"Oh, I just said I was going to kill you to lure you out, and it was him, not me, who wanted to kill you." Dowling pointed to the steel hammer and the abstinence from alcohol walking behind him, "I have always acted on the principle of legitimate self-defense

It's a well-known place, and if you don't believe it, you can ask around."

"You'd better save it, you've never killed anyone, so you can't do it, right?" The steel hammer was still lazy, and his injuries had been healed for the most part, and he didn't know what kind of panacea he smoked.

"Hah! Hahahaha! You ghost hunters won't be able to do it? Hahahaha!" He Jiamu laughed wildly, "When I was twelve years old, my parents were killed by ghost hunters, and on such a night, they were killed in front of me, and I ran away like a dog and jumped off a cliff to survive. What did my parents do! What right do you have to kill them! Who gave you the right?"

"Werewolves are instinctively controlled to kill and eat their hearts, and ghost hunters only do this to protect innocent people." Qu Shui still replied with a cold expression.

"Innocent? Who is innocent in this world? Was it wrong for me to be born a werewolf? Is this my choice? Humans are innocent if they eat other animals, and werewolves are born to eat people, is this a sin?"

He Jiamu wailed, he had lived a life of fugitives since he was a child, and his parents were brutally murdered in front of him, which made him very afraid of ghost hunters, and he had never slept a peaceful sleep all these years, as if he would be hunted by others at any time in his sleep. He wished he was an ordinary person so that his parents would not be killed so that he would not have to go and eat people. But the wolf's blood drove him crazy, and he once devoured the old man who had taken him in uncontrollably, and when he woke up, he looked at the corpse on the ground and vomited for a whole day.

As time passed, He Jiamu could only succumb to fate, he tried to kill as little as possible, and kept going into exile everywhere, not making any friends, because he was afraid that one day he would eat his friends, and for him life was only flight and pain......

It wasn't until this night that he saw the steel hammer, he knew that the ghost hunters had finally found him, he hated these people, he wanted revenge, although he was afraid of this day, but he was always ready to meet this day, his tricks had been honed for a long time, and tonight was the time for revenge for him, he wanted to make the ghost hunters fear him, and let them also taste the pain of their companions being killed in front of their eyes.

But now He Jiamu understands that even if he kills all the three people in front of him, he will only be more painful.

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