These werewolfs were crazy.

Amid the endless noise, Gao Wen observed silently.

The audience in the auditorium.

Contestants on the ring.

And Han Lin.

The fight lasted until noon.

From last night to now.

Six hours.

It was not until Han Lin, who had fought countless games, was finally beaten to the ground by a young werewolf so tired that the werewolf carried him down.

I saw Han Lin being carried away.

Jasmine beside Gao Wen, like most of the female wolf in the audience, let out a wail in disappointment.

Then, she set her sights on the new winner.

This arena doesn't care who is the winner. The congested audience just want to see someone fighting on the ring.

Bloody and fanatical.

People walked towards the audience without knowing each other, and Gao Wen silently opened the storm of wind.

When Gao Wen met Han Lin in the background, Han Lin was soaked in a pool of blood.

Bluish nose and swollen face.

Next to him is a man in a white sacrificial robe praying to a statue of god.

The statue of the three-headed and six-armed god.

On the left is the wolf's head.

On the right is the head.

There is a vague middle that makes people unable to distinguish the correct facial features...

blank.

‘What is this, is the ceremony?’

The air was filled with blood.

Still very fresh.

The three-headed statue of the god.

Han Lin floating in the blood pool.

Werewolf wearing a white sacrificial robe.

The time for the Breathing Step is about to end.

Gao Wen walked out of the shadow directly, and a finger passed through the throat of the white-clothed sacrificial priest.

The prayer stopped.

Feeling the woman's stiff body in front of her, Gowen sighed at her.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing your job, but I think, if I can, I should... take him back?"

silence.

The white-clothed sacrificial priest who was approached by Gao Wen did not act rashly.

After stiffening for a while, the white robe priest said in a plain tone:

"If you are his companion, this is your freedom."

"So, thank you."

Thank you with a smile.

Gao Wen walked to the edge of the blood pool, threw out a thin hook from his waist, and hooked Han Lin, who was floating in the blood, to the shore.

Han Lin is still naked now.

"This is the first time I have done this with the naked man."

It is very difficult for a person with more than 200 pounds to carry it.

But I can hold on.

Seeing Gao Wen take the man and leave, the white-clothed priest behind him suddenly spoke:

"Aren't you curious about what I was doing just now?"

“No.”

"I'm praying for him."

"Thank you."

"Pray that He will pass the test of God."

"Oh, okay, I will convey it to you when he wakes up."

Gao Wen, who waved his hand behind him and carried the man, went out directly.

God...?

......

A crazy psychopath.

"Hey, are everyone busy?"

Carrying a person on his shoulders, Gao Wen smiled and greeted the werewolf guards who were shocked around him with a smile.

The werewolf guards looked at Gao Wen who walked out of the room and did not recover for a while.

When did this person go in?

Or is there a man hidden in the high priest's room?

It's very strange.

You should know that the high priest in the room is the oldest werewolf in the Frost Leaf Wolf Clan.

Although she is very young.

But at such an old age, will there be men in the room?

Can the body eat it...

The werewolf guards looked at each other, and no one had the courage to speak up and stop them.

But he did not indulge Gao Wen to leave, but instead sent a team to follow him and regret it.

that's all.

Following them, Gao Wen resisted Han Lin home like a dead pig, and was still on the tiger's couch.

With a bang.

Han Lin, who was already seriously injured, had his wound cracked.

Gao Wen ignored him.

Take out the tea set from the cabinet beside it and silently make a cup for yourself.

Drink tea and occasionally take a look at the scenery outside.

that's all.

Until sunset, a martial artist who had a pool of blood woke up as if he was looking back.

"kill!!!"

"Idiot."

"Ah...I, I...Where is this?"

He suddenly sat up from the tiger's skin, and Han Lin, with a pale face, looked around in a guard.

“…”

"Gao Wen...you...hiss..."

Han Lin, who was so weak that he was dying, turned dark in front of his eyes and almost fainted again.

There is a ghost in front of you.

Han Lin forced himself to say to Gao Wen who was drinking tea on the side:

"You brought me back?"

"Um."
To be continued...