I made myself the protagonist

"In this way, let's go check the situation inside the church. Chongming, you and Xiaolong are responsible for waiting for news outside. Once the target appears, we will act according to the plan." Shen Tinglan patted Wei Chongming on the shoulder and said solemnly: "This time It’s up to you, so be careful.”

"Don't worry, Brother Shen." Wei Chongming nodded solemnly.

Unlike other people who were holding cold weapons, Wei Chongming carried a metal shotgun on his back. This was a BK43 shotgun that Wei Chongming accidentally found from an abandoned hunter's house in the village.

Although it is not as gorgeous as the weapon he summoned with his supernatural power, it is still a gun. When he found it, Wei Chongming grinned with joy from the corners of his mouth to his ears, and wished he could sleep with this gun at night.

This old-fashioned shotgun was a must-have firearm in the homes of hunters in the past. It has great firepower and a wide killing area. Although the effective range is short, it is an efficient weapon in close combat. Even a European brown bear weighing thousands of kilograms can be hit. One shot is enough to kill.

Although the metal barrel has been severely rusted, fortunately it does not affect its use.

It's just that the gunpowder and projectiles in this gun only support two shots. In addition, the BK43's rate of fire is only 400m/s. When encountering extremely fast-moving monsters like werewolves, you must be at an extremely close distance to hit it. other side.

If the monster is not killed with complete confidence, the gunman will also die.

Shen Tinglan and others are well aware of the stakes. In terms of proficiency with firearms, only Wei Chongming among everyone can take on this important task.

According to the original plan, everyone was divided into two groups: one group was responsible for luring the monster out of the church, and the rest returned to the trap as quickly as possible to ambush.

Watching Wei Chongming and others leave, Ling Yun and others poured the gasoline they carried around the church. After finishing, Ling Yun took the lead in pushing open the wooden door.

After walking a few meters away, Shen Tinglan lit a homemade torch and embedded it in the groove of the wall as a mark. In front of him was a long and narrow corridor, and the orange fire light lit up, making their shadows extremely long and strange.

Ling Yun and Shen Tinglan walked in the front, followed closely by Zhao Sicheng, Su Li and Tang Yao.

"Click click click"

Getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, finally, after everyone passed through the twists and turns of the corridor, they saw a closed iron door. A chain as thick as an index finger hung outside the door. At the same time, there was a faint sound. The wailing sound penetrated into everyone's ears.

Different from the strange roar of monsters, it was indeed a human voice.

"Are there other survivors here?" Tang Yao was extremely surprised.

Ling Yun stepped forward and shined his flashlight at the iron door. Looking in through the railings on the door, he vaguely saw a ragged man lying on a pile of hay with his back to him.

The man's hands and feet were chained, his wrists and ankles were scarred, and he looked very weak.

Hearing the movement outside the iron gate, the man lying in the haystack turned around with difficulty. Only then did Ling Yun see clearly that he was an old man in his sixties, with a white beard and a skinny body.

The old man was wearing a dirty, fat gray coat. He was huddled in a corner and dying, his eyes blinded by the strong light. He was mumbling indistinctly, as if he was asking for help from someone outside the door.

Ling Yun felt that the man looked familiar. With his amazing memory, he quickly recalled the old photo in Mrs. Caroline's pocket watch.

Ling Yun quickly called Zhao Sicheng, pointed at the old man inside the door and said, "Come and see, does that man look like Mrs. Caroline's brother Lukash who disappeared half a year ago?"

Zhao Sicheng looked over with a flashlight, and when he saw the old, sunken face like a skull, he suddenly took a breath of air: "Go on, it's really him!"

Because she lived on a farm, everyone had heard about Mrs. Caroline's missing brother.

"Since the man is still alive, save him quickly. If the monster comes, we will be in trouble."

Tong Bi pulled the chain outside the door, only to find that Ling Yun and his party had no intention of rescuing anyone. After all, he was still a newcomer, with little mission experience and insufficient experience.

"I advise you not to act rashly."

Zhao Sicheng stopped Tong Bi's behavior and looked at the cell through the bars, his eyes full of vigilance: "Have you ever thought that maybe this old man is a monster?"

When the other party mentioned this, Tong Bi immediately calmed down. The sudden appearance of Lukash, who had been missing for half a year, was indeed suspicious, but he really couldn't connect the frail old man in front of him with the bloodthirsty monster.

"Look inside the cell again." Ling Yun did not point out the clues, but gave hints in an indirect way, hoping that Tong Bi would find out the doubts on his own.

After listening to Ling Yun's words, Tong Bi shined the flashlight into the house again and observed the surroundings carefully.

The room was in a mess, and the tables and chairs in the corners had been violently destroyed; there were horrific scratches everywhere on the surrounding marble tiles, and the edges of the iron chains connecting the walls had become loose.

Apparently the monster had entered this room before, but although Lukash fell to the ground emaciated, there were no external injuries on his body.

Seeing the sudden change in the other person's face, as if he finally reacted, Ling Yun took out a dirty rag from his pocket and wiped it on the shovel in his hand.

There were still blood stains on the shovel from when he beat the rat to death. Ling Yun threw the bloody cloth into the cage and signaled everyone to retreat.

There was a violent sound of shaking iron chains in the cell, and the weak old man who was lying on the ground just now breathed heavily. The breath from the cloth strips stimulated his nerves, and Tong Bi saw the old man's throat squirming.

There was a weird sound of "Lulu" coming from time to time.

When he raised his head again, his pupils were already filled with blood, and his face and limbs were covered with dense black hair.

In the blink of an eye, the old man's body continued to expand like an inflated balloon. His originally thin arms suddenly became as thick as tree trunks, and his two feet grew like hooves with sharp claws.

As Ling Yun said, the true face of the werewolf is Lukash who mutated after being infected.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Ling Yun finished speaking, the werewolf broke away from the iron chain and roared towards the iron door. The narrow corridor was not suitable for fighting. Before the monster could break out of the cage, everyone made a quick decision and fled towards the hall.

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There was a huge sound of the iron door being smashed open behind him, the werewolf's giant claws made a creepy scraping sound on the stone slab, and the wild roar of the beast continued to echo in the corridor. The sound was accompanied by vibrations, and every time it was stimulated,

Everyone’s eardrums.

It would be fine if you just sprinted in a straight line, but the church corridor was winding in a weird way, which affected people's running speed when turning.

Along with the sound of rolling gravel, the unpleasant smell of putrefaction in the air became stronger and stronger. Judging from the sound... the monster was less than fifty meters away from everyone.

"Turn left, the exit will be right away!" In the darkness, Ling Yun suddenly said something.

Just as he said, with the final sprint, a flash of orange light suddenly appeared in front of the originally dark corridor. Ling Yun accelerated his sprint there and took off the torch from the wall.

Tang Yao was the last one to run out of the door. Seeing that the time was right, Ling Yun quickly ignited the red carpet under his feet. The raging flames blocked the werewolf on the corridor. Ling Yun ran wildly and threw the torch towards the curtain by the window.

Shen Tinglan and others also lit the incendiary bottles they had prepared and threw them around. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and engulfed the entire dark church.