Chapter 355: 354 crazy people

Chapter 355: 354 crazy people

Chapter 355 354. Crazy people

May the holy blood guide your path, Henrik.

The last blessing uttered has been blurred by the beastly throat bone.

Henric quickly rushed out of the crowd and rushed down the stone bridge after being alone.

Behind him, a shrill and deafening scream set off air waves and spread to the surroundings.

Compared with this roar, even the roars of patients who have transformed into beasts and are lying on all fours are as weak as a breeze.

Henrik knew that it was the sound of his old friend's final transformation from man to beast.

Beast nature breaks the shackles of human nature and appears in this world.

Henrik could not imagine that such a roar could come from a body that was once a human.

What is hidden in the human body? ?

Hunters mostly have decisive personalities. After Henryk left the chaos, he immediately took out the blood collection bottle used for blood therapy from the inner pocket of his khaki coat and pricked one on his thigh.

The incision on his arm has healed, and the penetrating wound that penetrated his internal organs has also fully recovered.

The old hunter never looked back and left in a direction away from the Church Town Bridge.

Old friends bought him a chance to leave, and he must cherish this opportunity.

Lann stood by the window of Gascoigne's house and looked out, frowning.

Is it because I lack knowledge that this will happen on the hunting night?

Lan asked Viola beside him without turning his head.

At this time, the hostess of the house was sitting on a chair, with her two daughters in her arms comforting her.

After hearing Lan En's question, Viola quickly raised her head, glanced out from the gap in the opened curtains, and then quickly lowered her head again as if she was afraid of getting something on it.

"On hunting nights, we don't dare to look outside. If we look at wild beasts, even incense can't drive them away."

The function of incense is to make lycanthropic patients feel nauseous and thus resist approaching them.

But if they confirm that there are really people in this place, then the incense has no lethality or blocking ability.

But. Halfway through, Violas face also looked a little hesitant. "I have never seen anything like this in the few nights I occasionally looked out."

Her elbows hugged the two girls closer, but her hands tightly grasped a ruby brooch on her chest.

That is a very beautiful ruby.

Gascoigne once advised his wife that it is best to hold some kind of symbolic object in her hands when praying.

This is the suggestion of a foreign clergyman. For this reason, the man gave his wife a ruby brooch that was as beautiful as blood, symbolizing the 'sacred blood' respected by the Healing Church.

Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lane.

Viola tried to thank Lan En in calm words.

Of the two little girls, Victoria, the younger sister, also raised her head from her mother's arms and whispered "Thank you, uncle" to Lan En.

Lan smiled a little at the fact that he was called 'uncle', then waved his hand and opened the door of Gascoigne's house.

After Im done with it, Ill come over and knock on the door to talk. When youre sure its me, you can open the door again.

Lan emphasized the last sentence.

In this dangerous night, no one knows what accidents may happen.

When the heavy and solid wooden door opened, Lan En, who was standing on the street of Yanan again, smelled a very easy to distinguish smell.

The stench of the blood of lycanthropic patients.

On this unnatural night of the hunt, everything bad seemed to get worse.

The witcher's footsteps were silent. Even though he was wearing a suit of composite heavy armor, Lan En's trained footsteps could still ensure his concealment.

His height and muscle size are still growing recently. He has made an appointment at Tur Butcher's blacksmith shop to make a major modification to his armor.

It was only because of the time when the celestial sphere converged that it was not implemented before coming to Yanan.

Lan En smoothly drew the Lake Lady's Sword from his waist, and it was also silent.

In this small fountain square, the demon hunter saw the source of the miserable scream at a glance.

That was an ordinary Yannan man wearing a yellowed white shirt and black suspenders.

His small round hat rolled down into a pool of blood, and a pitchfork was pierced through his lower back and came out from his navel.

The pitchfork was held in the hands of a lycanthropic patient who was panting excitedly and kept pushing the pole forward.

This patient is still wearing the clothes he wore when he was a human, but his distorted and elongated frame makes the clothes no longer fit him.

The three newly arrived dogs repeated their old tricks, biting the unlucky guy's limbs and started tearing them apart.

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