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

Walking into the house, the burning fireplace instantly warmed up the slightly cold body.

Rhode looked around the simple wooden house without leaving any trace.

There was a sofa, a bed, a table, a few benches, and a partition.

The layout was quite simple.

"Drink some water and warm yourself up."

The old man warmly invited Rod to sit down, walked into the inner room and poured a cup of hot water.

Rod frowned, and suddenly became alert.

In this wilderness, he was so enthusiastic to meet a stranger.

Something was wrong!

Moreover, there were werewolves around here, and an old man could live alone in the forest.

There was a weird feeling inside and out.

Rod took the hot tea and put it on the table unnoticeably.

"Is there any village or town nearby?"

Seeing that Rhodes didn't drink tea, the old man paused.

"It's so late, everyone in the town should have gone to bed, why not rest here for a night before leaving?"

Rest for a night?"

Rhode twitched his lips and glanced around the room.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like this room could accommodate two people.

"Still no."

Rod refused decisively.

Seeing that Rod had no intention of staying here, the old man looked helpless.

He could only point him in a direction.

"Keep going straight from here and you will see the village soon."

"But there are dangerous beasts in the forest. I suggest you wait until daybreak before leaving."

Beasts?

What beast could be more dangerous than a werewolf?"

Rhodes ignored the old man's advice and left after thanking him.

The old man stood outside the house and watched Rhodes disappear into the darkness before he slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Smart little guy"...

Leaving the cabin, about 20 minutes away, a brightly lit village came into view.

Approaching the village, Rhode's expression became strange.

Outside the small village, there was a thick wall, and there was a torch every few meters on the wall.

Countless torches surrounded the entire village.

It looked like they were trying to drive away something.

""Who is it!"

As soon as Rhodes walked out of the darkness, a team of militiamen patrolling inside the wall heard the voice.

For a moment, several pairs of nervous and frightened eyes looked over.

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

Rod walked to the fire and said openly

"Passerby?"

Seeing that it was an ordinary human, several militiamen breathed a sigh of relief.

However, they immediately became alert again.

"How did you get through this forest at this late hour?"

"Of course I walked over directly."

Looking at those pairs of wary eyes, Rhode looked a little helpless.

"You came here? You didn't encounter anything...."Strange things?"

The militia leader pondered for a moment and asked cryptically.

"Are you talking about the kind of monster that turns into a wolf? I did meet one, but I killed him."

Rhodes thought about it and decided to tell the truth.

Werewolves and humans are obviously hostile camps.

He killed a werewolf. Even if he was not regarded as a hero by these natives, at least he could gain their favor.

"Killed?"

Hearing what Rhode said, the militiamen inside the wall showed disbelief on their faces.

As people who have been dealing with werewolves for many years, no one knows better than them how terrifying werewolves are.

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

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

Can one person kill a werewolf?

How is it possible!

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

""Ouch!"

Hearing this noise, several militiamen suddenly became nervous.

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

"Ring the bell, we have encountered a werewolf!"

Just as several people were panicking, a hairy werewolf rushed out from the messy bushes.

With red eyes, he looked at the humans inside the wall, with a crazy and bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

"This werewolf is not afraid of fire!"

"Maybe you've been hungry for too long. Get ready for a fight!"

""Stranger, come here quickly, don't be stupid!"

Several fully armed militiamen first sounded the alarm, then tremblingly raised their weapons, ready to fight the hungry werewolf.

Even if they died here, they had to hold the werewolf back.

Otherwise, once the werewolf broke into the village, it would not be just one or two people who would die. At this time, the militia leader was surprised to find that the young man in strange clothes outside the wall not only did not hide inside the wall, but took the initiative to walk towards the werewolf.

Is this guy going to die?

Looking at Rhodes who had already collided with the werewolf, several militiamen seemed to have seen the cruel scene of the stranger's head being bitten off by the werewolf. Just as he was about to turn his head away , bag.

What happened in the next second made the militiamen's eyes widen in disbelief.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The werewolf with a crazy look on his face was pressed on the head by a hand and slammed to the ground the moment he approached the stranger. The werewolf, who was nearly two meters and five meters tall, and Rhodes, who was less than two meters tall, were like a giant and a stunted child.

Frail.

But such a frail young man seemed to be possessed by the devil at this moment. He pressed the werewolf to the ground with one hand and made it unable to move.

Rhodes looked indifferent, took out a short-barreled shotgun from under his windbreaker, and drew a cross on the angry werewolf's head.

"May God bless you, Amen!"