Despite Liu Zheng's wariness, he was too slow to react.
The rooster's neck was bitten clean through, and the warm blood sprayed out.
"Master?"
As death approached, the rooster didn't struggle but gently pecked at the other's face with its beak.
This act seemed to awaken a bit of humanity in the dark figure.
It looked up blankly, revealing a hairy and fierce wolf face.
"What have I done? What exactly have I done?"
It dropped the rooster like it was electrocuted and murmured to itself.
"Why, didn't I tell you to protect it?"
Suddenly, the Werewolf roared loudly at Liu Zheng.
"Why did you still bring it to find me, why was it you?"
Its tone was more of pain than anger.
"Your letter told me to come find you and also not to come."
Liu Zheng explained.
"It must be the priest, it must have been the priest who forged my handwriting."
The Werewolf yelled angrily.
"Who exactly is the priest?"
"You don't remember? How do you not know who the priest is?"
