Walking out of the old man's house, Glenn suddenly realized that he had a feeling of being watched.
He subconsciously looked by his senses, and his gaze landed on the second floor of the house across the street.
It was quiet there, there didn't seem to be anything unusual, and there was only pitch blackness among the windows.
"Who lives inside?" Glenn whispered a question to himself, as if asking someone else, and as if asking himself.
Looking through his memories again, he was sure he hadn't seen the owner of this house across the street from the old man's house.
"Heh heh heh ..."
A hoarse, low laugh came from behind himself, diverting Glenn's attention.
He looked over to the old man sitting in the middle of the house, half hidden in the pitch blackness.
"That guy across the street is a very rich one, you might want to consider paying a visit."
This old man ... Glenn lazily ignored him and faintly said, "Will consider it."
...
All the way out of the town, Glenn is going to the place where he was attacked last night, he wants to get that revolver back.
Now that he had crossed over, saving his life was most important, and after that, he would consider making himself comfortable.
The people worth missing in his previous life had already passed away one after another, and the achievements he wanted to reach were basically completed.
His life before crossing over was considered complete, so he didn't have much resistance to this matter of crossing over.
Although the town still looked eerie during the day, there was no danger, otherwise the original owner would have died long ago.
No other townspeople were seen going in and out on the road, just Glenn alone, and bird calls were rarely heard.
When Glenn once again returned to the place where he woke up yesterday, the scene that appeared in front of him but made him raise his guard.
The revolver was so conspicuous that he spotted it at once.
But the body was a mass of crumbs and hair attached to the scalp.
There were beasts here? Glenn felt a slight chill down his back.
Taking a few steps forward to put the revolver away, he thought of leaving in a hurry, but suddenly smelled a scent that made him instinctively uncomfortable.
Not knowing which direction the scent originated from, Glenn stood still and didn't move, his gaze sweeping from side to side, his fingers gripping the shotgun he had snatched from the old man.
He had checked that the shotgun could shoot three rounds, enough to deal with the average beast.
The aura was getting stronger, something terrible was coming!
This place is still really ... Glenn calm on the surface, but inwardly he is vigilant to the extreme.
A slight sound came into his ears, like some kind of creature stepping on a dead leaf.
This sound was from far and near, and was extremely subtle, if it wasn't for the fact that Glenn's hearing had somehow become very sharp, he wouldn't have been able to hear it otherwise.
The sound of the footsteps was like stepping on the beat of Glenn's heart, making his forehead unconsciously seep out fine sweat.
He still couldn't tell the direction the sound came from, and there was nothing to be found in his field of vision, this feeling of only being able to passively wait for danger to come irritated him greatly.
Rustle ...
The sound suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings once again entered silence, which was definitely not a good sign.
Suddenly, Glenn only felt the hairs of sweat rise all over his body, and his back was icy cold.
Fuck! Behind me!
While cursing in his heart, his body flipped to the side with great speed, but the imagined attack did not come.
Puzzled in his heart, Glenn half squatted and looked.
The danger was indeed behind him.
It was a black beast with the size of a horse, similar to a wolf, with only one eye on the forehead, a relatively large head size, the corners of the mouth were cracked all the way up to the neck, and the oozing fangs were half-naked outside the lips, making the whole thing very horrifying to look at.
At this moment this monster is quietly watching Glenn, one eye reveals vigilance.
Silently pointed the shotgun at the other side, Glenn was not sure if the gun could kill this monster, in his memory he did not find information about this monster, so he would not shoot if it did not show aggressiveness.
Transparent drool dripped down like strings of pearls, and the monster kept licking the end of its nose with its tongue, as if it was craving something.
The man and the beast just stared at each other for a few seconds.
Eventually it was the monster that slowly moved closer to Glenn, its sharp teeth gradually all exposed as it let out a low whimpering growl from its throat.
Knowing that he had no chance of defeating such a large beast when it approached him, Glenn decisively fired his gun!
Bang!
Blood appeared at first on the beast's forehead, causing it to let out a miserable howl.
But Geren could see clearly that the bullet did not penetrate, and that metallic luster flickered in the flesh and blood above the one eye.
Without stopping, he loaded the gun with great speed, and the second round continued to be fired!
Yet the beast would no longer give Glenn a chance.
Under the gaze of Glenn's wide-eyed gaze, the beast dodged to the side at an extremely unreasonable speed, narrowly avoiding the bullet.
"Shit!" Glenn aimed again, preparing for a third shot, but the fishy wind had already hit his face! The white fangs were right in front of him!
"Get out of the way!" Glenn's body leaned back violently and twisted his waist and stomach with great effort, landing a heavy roundhouse kick straight upwards into the beast's jaw.
Years of combat experience had been etched into his soul, and I don't know if it was because of the soul affecting the flesh or what, but the first time he utilized such a difficult move there was no sense of rawness that he had imagined.
At the moment of impact, Glenn only felt as if he had kicked a piece of iron, shocking the palms of his feet and making them numb.
However, this roundhouse kick hit enough force, in Glenn strengthened body, the beast more than 800 kilograms of body was kicked backward flying back, flipped a backflip!
As Glenn lost his balance and fell on the grass, he quickly stood up with a carp.
The beast that ate that kick knew that Glenn was a bad guy, so it didn't rush to continue attacking, but hesitated in place.
Geren gasped for breath, the leg that he kicked out trembled, but at this time, he must not show his cowardice, or else he would only usher in the beast's brutal hunt.
I don't know if it was because it had tasted human flesh or if it was just the nature of the beast, but it pounced on Gren again after pacing for a few seconds.
The latter immediately tried to dodge, but his speed was not at the same level, and he was bitten by the huge mouth on his ankle, and with the beast's violent head-throw, Glenn immediately felt the sky spinning.
The body slammed heavily on the ground, pain swept through the whole body, his vision just cleared, but he saw the bloody mouth enveloping him, the aura of death was clearer than ever before, and his heartbeat was fast to the extreme!
In an instant, the thing that filled his veins in his body boiled steeply, Glenn felt it was out of instinct, his body changed drastically, his right hand swung out instinctively.
Only a piercing sound was heard, the sound of tearing flesh and blood accompanied by the wail of a wild beast resounded through the forest.
Glenn felt a blood-colored veil covering his eyes, and his mind was filled with the desire to kill, the desire for blood, the desire to destroy everything!
He already had the will to kill his opponent, so he took the initiative to kill the beast, and the two tore into each other.
Their strength was equal, but Geren still retained his fighting instincts, so he easily suppressed it.
Within half a moment, the beast had already had its skin and flesh turned over, white bones exposed, and the beast's body was miserable.
After a few more moves, the beast was pressed to the ground with one hand by Geren, not daring to move and letting out a whimpering sound that begged for mercy and showed weakness.
Glenn was about to finish it off, but a glimmer of clarity returned to his crazed eyes, and then total sanity.
He froze for a long moment, feeling the violent rage that raged and rolled within him, and wore a puzzled expression.
Looking down at the palm of his hand that had suppressed the beast, black as steel needles of fur covered his entire arm, sharp claws gleamed coldly, and with the wolf's snout below him in his vision, it had said it all.
He had turned into a werewolf!