Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

Inside the closed chamber, only two people remained.

Rhode, with one hand in his pocket, slowly extended three fingers.

"Three questions."

"First, where did you learn the methods to deal with werewolves?"

Upon hearing this, the priest's expression immediately changed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. This is a church. You are not a believer of the Lord. Please leave."

The priest, with a cold face and filled with anger, was about to drive Rhode out.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The priest, who had been so imposing just moments before, clutched his thigh and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

His eyes, filled with terror, stared at the strange black weapon in Rhode's hand.

The dark and deep muzzle emitted white smoke.

The dangerous and deadly aura made every pore on the priest's body stand on end.

"I didn't like that answer. I'll give you a chance to rephrase it."

Rhode opened the revolver, ejected the five remaining bullets, and reloaded a single bullet into the cylinder.

"You have five chances to answer the question. Each wrong answer, I'll pull the trigger once."

"Gamble on whether your Lord can protect you."

Rhode wore a faint smile, which in the priest's eyes looked like a demon's sneer.

The dark, deep muzzle, the cold touch.

Faced with the threat of death, the priest's mind went blank.

His forehead instantly covered with cold sweat, his eyes darting around, thinking about how to answer the question.

"3... 2..."

Rhode didn't have the patience to waste time with him and directly started counting down.

"It was the Lord's revelation, a divine oracle that told me the methods to deal with werewolves."

The flustered priest blurted out subconsciously.

Hoping that this excuse, which had seduced those foolish villagers, could deceive the demon before him.

"Is that so?"

Rhode grinned, his two rows of white teeth gleaming coldly.

Just when the priest thought he had escaped a disaster.

Click!

The cold sound of metal striking echoed in his ears.

"You still have four chances. Guess if it's this time or the next?"

Rhode still had that faint smile on his face, but the priest had already been scared out of his wits.

A puddle of liquid flowed directly from under him.

"It was, it was the village chief who told me!"

The priest's face was full of fear.

He had spent his life accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and was the Lord's most devout believer. He couldn't die so miserably, even if he died.

The image of his head being blown apart by this strange weapon instantly shattered all of the priest's psychological defenses.

"Why would he tell you?"

Rhode narrowed his eyes.

If the methods to deal with werewolves came from the village chief's mouth, what would be the point of these villagers and this pretentious priest?

"Because I saw him leaving the village, secretly bringing supplies in from outside the village at night."

The priest glanced at Rhode, still not daring to lie.

Bringing supplies in from outside?

This was interesting.

All the villagers knew that leaving the village would result in a werewolf attack.

Then how did the village chief leave the village safely?

Moreover, if the village chief could leave the village, why was he being so secretive?

"Last question."

"How many people have you brought in here?"

Rhode looked at the dim secret room, and it was clear that this was a place the priest used to satisfy his lustful desires.

Moreover, he definitely wasn't doing this for the first time.

"Huh?"

The priest was stunned. How could he remember exactly how many people he had brought here?

Seeing that the priest couldn't answer the question, Rhode moved the gun down, aiming it between the priest's legs.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the priest's wail was like the slaughter of a pig.

"When choosing a boss, you still need to choose a more reliable one. You managed to hit the one-in-five chance, it seems the Lord you believe in isn't very effective."

Rhode looked at the priest covered in blood and shook his head helplessly.

He hadn't tampered with anything; there was indeed only one bullet in the gun.

If anything, it could only be blamed on the guy's terrible luck.

He was given a chance, but he couldn't make use of it.

Rhode turned and left.

The original owner was also a Christian, but he was a pure egoist.

If he had to believe in a religion, he would only believe in money and power.

God?

What was that!

If there really was such a thing, why would there still be so much suffering in the world?

If God's purpose in existing was to make humanity feel pain and gain salvation from it.

Then there was even less need for its existence.

This world was already a quagmire, full of endless suffering.

There was no need for a so-called Lord to create more pain in the world.

Chapter 12: Is Your Little Red Riding Hood 36D?

Rhode walked out of the secret room.

The girl who had been waiting outside the door looked into the secret room after seeing Rhode come out.

"Ah!"

The next second, the bloody scene made the girl scream.

Rhode frowned and raised his hand to cover the girl's mouth.

"The priest was just possessed by a demon, and I helped him expel the demon from his body."

"Now go find a doctor to help him stop the bleeding."

The panicked girl suddenly understood.

No wonder the priest's expression was so fierce just now; it turned out he was possessed by a demon.

So, this man saved her.

Thinking of this, the girl immediately looked at Rhode with gratitude.

"I'll go find a doctor!"

Watching the girl walk away, Rhode also planned to leave the church.

As for whether the priest could survive, what did it have to do with him?

Next, a trip to the village chief's place should turn up some clues about the werewolves.

As things had developed to this point, it was already very clear.

The appearance of the werewolves must be related to the village chief.

Perhaps, the village chief was very likely the mastermind behind it all.

Just as he was about to leave the church, Rhode suddenly saw the huge crucifix standing behind the church.

The several-meter-high crucifix was plated with a layer of silver on the surface.

This church had existed for at least several decades.

So, this thing could be considered an antique.

"I can't come for nothing."

Rhode raised his hand and performed a sacrifice.

Whoosh!

With a flash of light, the huge crucifix instantly disappeared.

Rhode felt something more in his hand.

Spreading out his palm, a delicate crucifix necklace of about ten centimeters emitted a sacred and dazzling light.

After a moment, the light gradually dissipated.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion.

Rhode frowned, feeling a strong sense of discomfort all over his body.

It seemed that his body was instinctively rejecting this crucifix necklace.

Thinking of the werewolf bloodline in his body, a trace of understanding flashed in Rhode's eyes.

Silver items had a strong restraining effect on werewolves.

If silver weapons were stabbed into a werewolf's body, even simple injuries could cause fatal damage.

He possessed a part of the werewolf bloodline, so he would naturally be affected by silver products.

However, his werewolf bloodline was obtained through the sacrifice ability, and was essentially different from a normal werewolf bloodline.

Therefore, unlike ordinary werewolves, he had no resistance to silver products.

Even this consecrated crucifix necklace only made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

If it were an ordinary werewolf, it would probably have collapsed to the ground, powerless and waiting for death, the moment it touched this crucifix.

"It can be used when encountering those difficult dark creatures."

Rhode muttered softly.

In Western legends, most dark creatures and fantasy species have very obvious weaknesses.