Chapter 366: 365 Crow Hunter

Chapter 366: 365 Crow Hunter

Chapter 366 365. Crow Hunter

After saying goodbye to Gilbert, Lan followed the way he came and returned to the fountain square in front of Gascoigne's house.

While passing by the townspeople's barbecue party along the way, he made full use of the knowledge he gained from the "Gu Ying Ninja Technique Book".

Quick and crisp movements, silent footsteps. These people who were tortured to the point of madness by lycanthropy could not find him in the messy street scene.

The streets of Yanan are now filled with abandoned carriages that were overturned in the sudden night of hunting, as well as suitcases and locked coffins that rolled off the carriages.

So even though Lan En is a strong man with a height of two meters after wearing armor, he can still easily find a route for concealment.

Most of the patients who were wandering around and patrolling, waiting to be killed, were only active on the lower two floors of this street.

The highest third floor has no direct connection with the lower two floors.

The height difference of more than four meters between the third and second floors, in the eyes of the hunters in Yanan, must be crossed by tools, such as a ladder.

But for Lan En, it was very simple to cross a height difference of more than four meters without being stumbled by ordinary people.

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As his breathing was adjusted to the correct way, Lan En's body's 'buoyancy' in the air was greatly improved.

Then he rushed towards the high wall with the heavy armor of the Bear School.

With his body lightened by several kilograms and with unchanged muscle strength, he stepped on the wall twice before pressing his palms wearing studded leather gloves to the edge of the platform.

With a simple push of both hands, the whole person flipped up to the third floor of the street, which was more than four meters high.

Looking at the patients below who were still unconscious, Lan En curled his lips.

Had it not been for the wrong time, he might have had a lot of fun in this rugged and winding city with frequent elevation differences.

In the Fountain Square, the bodies of the lycanthropic patients that Lan En personally disposed of were still displayed there.

It was indeed similar to what he expected when he left. In addition, several lycanthropic patients were attracted by the strong smell of blood and wandered back and forth.

On the windows of the nearby residential area, several windows covered with steel fences were smashed from the inside, and the steel fences were smashed into a bulging shape by the ferocious force.

The thing that comes out of it, no matter what stage of lycanthropy it is, it doesnt look like its human anymore.

The iron gate on Fountain Square was closed by Lan when he left, so these lycanthropic patients were not allowed to flow to Gascoigne's house.

Anyway, welcome to Yharnam, hunter. Be prepared for the worst, there are no more living people in this city.

As she spoke, she reposted the note that Victoria had removed on the wall.

Lan En noticed that she carefully flattened every corner when she pulled her hand away.

The young man retorted in her pessimistic words.

"As far as I know, there is a little bit. The Yousefka Clinic has stocked up on some incense. If you want to rest, you can go there. The doctor is a good person."

The raven-like hunter heard it.

Lan is certain of this.

But the strange thing is that she was not even a little excited even when she heard the news about the survivors.

It was as if the "survivors" in Lan En's words did not exist in her eyes.

Lan En felt strange, because it wasnt that she didnt believe Lan Ens words, but she didnt regard those people as survivors at all?

Is this just plain pessimism?

Just as the crow's bird feather cloak brushed past Lan En's body and walked out, there were rapid footsteps at the door.

The visitor rushed into Gascoigne's house almost with the momentum of "intrusion".

is Henrik.

The saw blade in his hand was dripping with sticky, foul-smelling blood and minced meat stained with hair.

Under the khaki coat, the old hunter's chest was beating like a bellows.

His eyes were exposed through a slit between the three-cornered hat and the mask. They were bloodshot, tired and stubborn.

The moment he saw the door to the house open, the sound of him clenching the handle of the butcher knife could even be directly transmitted to the ears of the people in the house.

But wait until you see the scene inside the house: no blood stains, neat and warm furniture, two hunters who dont seem to be at war with each other.

The old hunter quickly realized that the scene he was most afraid of did not happen.

But where is Viola! ?

Where have the children gone? ?

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