ps: This chapter is not suitable for the Small Animal Protection Association, the Holy Mother, those who are generous to others, the one-sided martial arts sect, the Twilight Saga Mary Sue lovers, and those who are not good at using their brains. This list will be extended, depending on how stupid humans can be. degree.
Salomon stretched his head out of the car and looked to make sure the chatty driver didn't come back halfway.
The nearest vending machine is still more than 200 meters away. This is a remote and dilapidated residential area. The residents are basically fishermen. Salomon's target lives here.
It is still daytime, and there are not many trees along the streets in the residential area, only some yellow and green grass. It is obvious that the people who live here do not have the time to take care of the grass. Not only that, tire rims, empty beer cans, dilapidated RVs and other debris are piled up between each house, and weeds are even as high as the axles. When Salomon got out of the car, he even stepped on a thick bolt that was submerged in the grass, waiting to rust in this desolate ocean.
When the warm spring breeze blew by, a rusty swing in the messy courtyard swayed slightly, making a slight squeaking sound, and dots of rust-red dust fell down.
Salomon didn't see many people here, which made him very satisfied. After he saw the target going out, he sent the driver away. He wanted to make sure that the ensuing battle would not be witnessed.
When the Corinthian family disappeared from the town, the British Corinthian family quickly took over the fishing industry in the town, as fast as if they had been prepared for it. After Barnabas was petrified, the police here suddenly realized that they began to pursue the murder cases that had been accumulated in the past.
Perhaps because there are too many cases, a high-profile investigation will inevitably be regarded as dereliction of duty by the public. Therefore, the local police did not take measures such as blocking the streets and summoning suspects. Instead, they wanted to gradually dilute the impact of these cases and conduct private investigations. investigation.
But Salomon's behavior of hunting vampires and werewolves attracted some attention, so he contacted the taxi driver. Having him, a local, take him through the streets and alleys to avoid unnecessary sights. . He kicked off the bolts under his feet and followed the werewolf not far ahead with a calm expression.
This is a typical fisherman, with white temples and dark skin, wearing a wrinkled dark plaid shirt, his clothes are as wrinkled as his face. Wood habitually walks against the wall, and also leans sideways when walking down the stairs from home.
Perhaps out of professional habit, as he was about to leave the neighborhood, Salomon's new face finally piqued his interest. Not to mention that Salomon's clothes are not what ordinary people wear. Anyone with a little bit of discernment can see the expensiveness of the seven silver chains tied to Salomon's body.
And Wood is the one with the vision.
As soon as he saw that he was discovered, Salomon gave up tracking and walked up generously, but before he could speak, the werewolf spoke first.
He narrowed his eyes, which were somewhat red due to the constant sea breeze, and looked up and down at the young mystic, and made a sound from his lungs soaked in smoke tar. "What is a young master doing here? There is nothing interesting here, and this is not the place you should come."
"I want to talk to you." Salomon pointed to a remote corner, "Follow me."
After saying that, he walked over on his own. The werewolf looked around, then followed after hesitating. Salomon's vintage clothing reminds him of a wizard from a fairy tale - after Angel disappeared, he had no contact with his past companions, otherwise he would have discovered that the number of werewolves in the town was gradually declining.
"If you have anything to say, tell me, kid." After walking behind the house, he became a little impatient. "I still have to work, and I don't have time to play house."
"You can't go, Mr. Wood." After Salomon confirmed that there was no one around, "I'm sorry, I can't let any werewolf leave alive."
It only takes such a small mouthful for the dirty saliva to bury the curse of lycanthropy under the skin of normal people. Wait for the moon to be full, a new werewolf will appear, and the cycle will continue over and over again.
This is something that cannot be tolerated.
"Are you a wizard? Damn it! I knew that wizards are all freaks!" He said angrily, "Listen, I have stopped contacting other werewolves for a long time, okay? I didn't voluntarily work for Angel. I What can I do! I was born a werewolf! So is my dad! So is my grandpa! If I don't work for her, I will die!
And Angel has been missing for thirty-one years! I finally got away from them! Now, I am just an ordinary fisherman! I went fishing to support my family and saved money for my children to go to school, but I did nothing! "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood. No matter what your reasons are, it is the original sin for a werewolf to live in this world." Salomon said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee that you won't bite, or even that your child won't bite. It bites."
The werewolf panicked, he spread his hands and said, "Hey, hey, listen, I haven't bitten anyone, I really haven't. My children are not werewolves, I promise! I would rather sell my soul to the devil than Will make my children a werewolf."
Wood, who had worked under Angelique, knew how terrifying the witch was. Even werewolves were frightened by the witch's power and cruelty.
According to their own fathers, Angelique has lived for two hundred years, and during those two hundred years, she still remained young and strong. Wood felt that the same was true for the wizard in front of him. He looked young, but in fact he had lived for many years.
"I will verify it myself," Salomon did not waver in any way because of the werewolf's excuse, "but you must die here. I am not a wild mage like Angelique, I am from Kama Taj, your Existence violates the laws of the Master Supreme."
"F*uck! F*uck! I didn't do anything!" he yelled as he quietly moved closer to Salomon.
Magic requires chanting, and the best way is to approach the wizard as quickly as possible and interrupt their magic.
This was a method his fathers came up with when they wanted to rebel against An Qi. Although he disappeared before he could betray An Qi, now is the time when this method comes in handy.
"Bang——!" The dull sound of flesh and blood colliding suddenly sounded. The werewolf's head was slapped hard against the grass, then bounced up, and then was slapped hard again, squeezing out a shallow pit in the grass.
The sudden blow made him dizzy and almost lost consciousness. He was knocked to the ground before he could even transform. Salomon's hard climb had already given him a concussion. Wood only saw everything in front of him shaking and becoming blurry. His ears were filled with buzzes. Even though he tried hard to breathe, he still connected with his hands. It's not just that I can't lift it up.
"I will bear all the sins." Salomon put away his posture, stepped forward, stepped on the werewolf's neck, and pinned the werewolf's jaw with his toes to prevent the werewolf from raising its head and biting his ankle.
The mystic leaned over and pressed his palms to the werewolf's temples. He said, "Farewell, Mr. Wood."
"Ugh...ahem..." But the werewolf didn't hear what Salomon was saying at all, and Salomon didn't wait for the werewolf's response. He took out a short dagger from his waist and pressed the tip against Wood. The side of the head.
"Farewell, Mr. Wood," he said again. Then, he hit the end of the dagger heavily with his other hand, and the sharp blade instantly sank into the werewolf's temple.
Salomon felt the werewolf under his feet twitched a few times, then stopped moving. He pulled out the dagger, wiped the blade clean on Wood's clothes, and put it back into the sheath on his waist.
This was the weakest werewolf he had ever hunted.
"Aren't you bored sitting like this?" The driver sat back in the car with a bottle of beer and a bottle of Coke. It was obvious that he didn't just go to the vending machine. He handed the Coke to Salomon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Here, this is ice."
Salomon pulled the tab and touched the can with the driver.
"Cheers! Huh - it feels so damn good!" The driver drank half a bottle of beer and asked Salomon, "Where do you plan to go next?"
"Whatever, the work is done." Salomon breathed out, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat.
Just now, he killed more than one werewolf.
How could a werewolf's child be an ordinary person?
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