Chapter 367: 366 Goodbye Henrik

Chapter 367: 366 Goodbye Henrik

Chapter 367 366. Goodbye Henrik

Calm down first, Henrik.

Lan put his hands in front of him and pressed them down, signaling Henryk to calm down.

At the same time, his pair of cat eyes and the eyes under the old hunter's three-cornered hat are looking at each other motionlessly, which will enhance the sense of trust.

Sure enough, under Lan En's series of actions, the old hunter's increasingly heavy breathing gradually became calmer.

The palm that tightly gripped the handle of the meat saw also relaxed a little.

"What's going on? Viola, where are the children?"

Henrik's voice was dryer and stiffer than when they met last night. The foul-smelling blood stains on the fur coat dried, wet, and dried until they turned into a thick, sticky layer.

Looks like he hasn't had a break so far, which is not good news.

Continuous killing without rest will bring heavy fatigue, and the human spirit will be unable to bear it.

As for the situation after a hunter's mental breakdown, Lan En has also dealt with it personally.

The crow hunter was standing sideways, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

Lan pointed to the door next to Henryk, where Ovelia had also pasted a note.

"The night is too long, Henrik. The incense in Gascoigne's house cannot hold up, so I have to send them away first."

You let them out on hunting night?!

Henric asked in a choked voice, while reaching out and peeling off the note on the door.

After seeing the familiar childish handwriting, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The entire human frame was loosened, and it looked like it had shrunk inward.

Lan En calmly watched the old hunter's mood rise and fall.

Theres no other way, Henrik. Its better than staying here. They are all in Dr. Yousefkas clinic now, and its relatively safe there.

Lan walked past the crow hunter, came to Henryk's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

This kind of normal and gentle physical contact, different from fighting with lycanthropic patients, made Henryk feel a little comforted mentally.

The old hunter cheered up, and then he turned his attention to the third hunter in the room.

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The old hunter's eyes became repulsive and wary, staring at the crow hunter.

There is no prey here, only the body of a crazed hunter lies outside.

Gascoigne should still wait for me in the cemetery of Orton Chapel according to our habits. We can meet up first like last night, and then go hunting for the monster. Its safer this way.

Henrik sounded awkward when describing the 'monster'. He obviously did not want to call the enemy a 'monster'.

Lan En was keenly aware of this, but he had no intention of asking more questions.

On this night, many things are not difficult to imagine.

"Then let's go find Gascoigne first. I have to direct him to the clinic and meet his family before I can complete the mission."

The young man put his hand on the handle of the knife and took the lead to go out with a relaxed tone.

Lan En.

"What?"

Thank you, really.

Hearing the old and deep voice behind him, Lan En shook his head.

Although I have not been in contact with you for a long time, I can imagine that it is quite rare for you to say thank you, so I will consider it an honor.

The heavy hunter's ax unfolded with sparks amidst the "click" sound of the mechanism, turning into a long axe.

The thick and ferocious ax blade struck down on the head, and the shoulder blades of a lycanthropic patient were directly chopped into pieces. The arm holding the carpenter's saw flew out and hit a crooked stone tombstone.

The piece of meat with blood and bones hit the stone, making a "squeaking" sound of blood.

Monsters are everywhere.

Even in the secluded cemetery, there are so many monsters that I cant kill them all. No matter what, I cant kill them all.

Gascoigne gasped hard through his nostrils.

It was not because he was tired, but because of his body's instinct, eager to expose his olfactory cells to more blood smell.

These stinking beast's blood, these sweet Yharnam's blood are getting thicker and thicker. The smell is getting stronger and stronger.

But this is not enough! The smell of blood is not strong enough!

The more beasts gathered here, there would be fewer beasts on the streets and his family would be safer.

We have to continue killing until all these beasts are killed!

Where did Henrik go? He was too slow tonight. Too slow.

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