In Brian's olfactory perception, a life energy field as massive as a small hill coated the house from the outside, creating an oppressive sensation reminiscent of a herbivore being targeted by a predator.
However, this oppressive feeling wasn't all that significant for Brian.
To some extent.
They belonged to the same tier of non-human beings.
Brian hung up the phone and silently pulled out his 17-round Glock 17 service pistol, heading towards the master bedroom, "How strange, it smelled like a dirty hunk of meat before, and now it's suddenly transformed..."
Creak~
The wooden floors of the house groaned under the strain.
Pier had already squeezed into the cluttered living room from outside.
His originally dull gaze had turned to pure blood-red, staring fixedly at Brian with thick yellow saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, resembling the image of a juvenile ogre from a western fantasy movie.
"Hungry?"
