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"Traveler?"

A low, heavy footstep sounded.

The wooden house's door was opened a crack.

Inside the house, a pair of amber eyes looked out through the gap.

In the moonlight, a robust young man stood outside the door.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically opened the door.

"Come in quickly, young man!"

Looking at the old man's kind face, Rhode's wariness slightly lessened.

"Sorry to bother you!"

Chapter 7: May God Bless You!

Walking inside the house.

The fireplace burning with flames instantly warmed the slightly chilled body.

Rhode inconspicuously surveyed the simple wooden house.

A sofa, a bed, a table, a few stools, and a partition.

The arrangement was quite simple.

"Have some water to warm yourself up."

The old man warmly invited Rhode to sit down and went to the inner room to pour a cup of hot water and bring it out.

Rhode frowned, feeling a sense of vigilance in his heart.

Out here in the remote wilderness, meeting a stranger and being so warmly welcomed.

Something's not right!

Moreover, there are werewolves lurking nearby, yet an old man can still live alone in the forest.

Everything about it feels strange.

Rhode took the hot tea but inconspicuously placed it on the table.

"May I ask if there are any villages or towns nearby?"

Seeing that Rhode didn't drink the tea, the smile on the old man's face faltered.

"It's so late, the town should already be resting, why not rest here for the night and leave tomorrow?"

Rest for the night?

Rhode's lips twitched as he scanned the room.

No matter how you look at it, this house doesn't seem like it can sleep two people.

"I'd rather not."

Rhode decisively declined.

Seeing that Rhode had no intention of staying, the old man's expression was somewhat helpless.

He could only point him in a direction.

"Keep going straight from here, and you'll see the village soon enough."

"However, there are dangerous wild beasts in the forest, I suggest you wait until dawn before leaving."

Wild beasts?

What wild beasts could be more dangerous than werewolves?

Rhode didn't take the old man's advice to heart, thanked him, and left directly.

The old man stood outside the house, watching Rhode disappear into the darkness before slowly retracting his gaze.

"Clever little fellow."

...

Leaving the wooden house.

After about twenty minutes, a brightly lit village came into view.

As Rhode approached the village, his expression became strange.

Outside the small village, there was a thick layer of walls, with torches placed every few meters on the walls.

Countless torches surrounded the entire village.

Instantly, several pairs of tense and fearful eyes looked over.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a passerby."

Rhode walked into the light and said frankly.

"A passerby?"

Seeing that it was an ordinary human who had appeared, the militiamen immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, they quickly became vigilant again.

"It's so late, how did you get through this forest?"

"Of course, I just walked through it."

Looking at the several pairs of wary eyes, Rhode's expression was slightly helpless.

"Walked through it? Didn't you encounter anything... strange?"

The militia leader pondered for a moment and asked cryptically.

"You mean the kind of monster that turns into a wolf? I did encounter one, but I killed it."

Rhode thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

Werewolves and humans are clearly opposing factions.

He killed a werewolf, so even if these natives don't treat him as a hero, he should at least gain their favor.

"Killed it?"

Hearing Rhode say this, the militiamen inside the wall all showed expressions of disbelief.

As people who deal with werewolves year-round, no one knows better than them how terrifying the strength of werewolves is.

Even with the flame and holy silver that can restrain werewolves, it would take ten experienced hunters to surround and kill a werewolf.

Moreover, at least half of them would be killed or injured.

One person can kill a werewolf?

How is that possible!

Just as the group of militiamen was questioning him, a shrill howl suddenly came from the darkness.

"Awoo!"

Hearing this sound, the militiamen immediately became tense.

"It's a werewolf, come in quickly!"

"Ring the bell, we've encountered a werewolf!"

Just as the militiamen were panicking, a werewolf covered in fur had already rushed out of the messy bushes.

Its red eyes, looking at the humans inside the wall, flashed with a crazy bloodlust.

"This werewolf isn't afraid of fire!"

"It must have been starving for too long, prepare to fight!"

"Outlander, come over here, don't be stupid!"

The fully armed militiamen first rang the alarm bell, then tremblingly raised their weapons, preparing to face the starving werewolf.

Even if they die here, they must hold back this werewolf.

Otherwise, once the werewolf breaks into the village, it won't just be one or two people who die.

At this moment, the militia leader was surprised to discover.

The strange young man outside the wall not only didn't hide inside the wall but instead took the initiative to walk towards the werewolf.

Is this guy going to die?

Looking at Rhode, who had already clashed with the werewolf, the militiamen seemed to have already seen the cruel scene of the outlander's head being bitten off by the werewolf.

They were about to turn their heads away.

But what happened next made the militiamen widen their eyes in disbelief.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The werewolf, with a crazy look on its face, was grabbed by the head and slammed hard on the ground the moment it approached the outlander.

The werewolf, nearly two and a half meters tall, and Rhode, less than two meters tall.

Seemed fragile.

But this fragile young man seemed to be possessed by a demon at this moment.

He single-handedly held the werewolf on the ground, unable to move.

Rhode looked indifferent, took out a short-barreled shotgun from under his trench coat, and drew a cross on the werewolf's head.

"May God bless you, Amen!"

Chapter 8: A Wonderful Night!

Bang!

The firelight exploded.

The exploding buckshot directly shattered the werewolf's head.

"Lost lamb, return to the embrace of the Lord."

Rhode slowly extended his hand.

Sacrifice!

A flash of light, and the werewolf's body instantly disappeared.

Rhode felt the power within his body increase by a bit, but it wasn't as exaggerated as last time.

Obviously, the stronger the strength, the more energy is needed to improve.

The same thing will bring him less feedback.

Rhode put the gun into the holster at his waist.

God will forgive all the sins of the world, and what he has to do is.

Send these damned sinners to the presence of God.

A group of militiamen witnessed Rhode easily eliminate a werewolf, and the expressions on their faces were quite wonderful.

Shock, fear, disbelief!

A powerful werewolf was so easily dealt with?

The militiamen had a strong sense of unreality in their minds.