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Zhao Hui said speechlessly: "The two of you are endless."

The two didn't care about his opinion, and quickly brought the mahogany sword and charm from the car.

Zhang Xin directly picked up the talisman, and firmly stuck it on the werewolf's forehead: "The heaven and the earth are rectifying the law, as urgent as the law!"

The werewolf's expression froze immediately.

Although the werewolf looked expressionless, they still clearly felt a sense of sluggishness.

Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment: "It seems to have some effect, could it be an act?"

Cicada kicked the werewolf directly in the face. Although the werewolf's head was kicked flying, his expression remained the same.

"It doesn't look like it's an act."

Zhang Xin nodded: "It seems to be something like a talisman, yes, there is finally a reliable thing."

Zhao Hui sneered and said, "Since we can get close to him and stick the charm on his forehead, wouldn't it be faster to use other methods?"

Zhang Xin rolled his eyes at him and said, "You're the only one who talks a lot. Come on, lend me some blood."

Zhao Hui stepped back quickly: "You, what are you doing?"

"When I watched the Taoist priest on TV stabbing zombies with his mahogany sword, he would first smear the mahogany sword with chicken blood... Hurry up, don't wait, maybe his reinforcements will come soon..."

When Zhao Hui thought that these two people were taking risks for themselves, the resistance in his heart suddenly disappeared. He took out a knife and made a small cut on his body. The blood flowed out and stained the mahogany sword red.

When the mahogany sword was covered with blood, he immediately jumped up and stabbed the werewolf with his sword: "Demon, die."

He raised the mahogany sword and stabbed the werewolf's stomach fiercely, but the mahogany sword broke without even piercing the skin.

He shook his head: "I bought the mahogany sword and the talisman together. I suspect that this mahogany sword needs a real Taoist priest to be effective. It seems that I really have to buy a Taoist priest next time. Even if I can't buy it, I still have to rent one."

Zhao Hui sighed, he didn't want to say a word now.

He used to feel that he was an old man and hypocritical, he should spend money if he had money, what was he doing with the money all day long?

Now he understood the feelings of his old man deeply. Seeing his money being wasted like this, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to tear these two people apart.

Zhang Xin took off the spell from the werewolf and carefully hid it in his trouser pocket.

The werewolves on the ground regained their freedom, and then cried excitedly: "Several gentlemen, please do me a favor and kill me with one shot, okay? You can kill me with one knife, anyway, you should kill me quickly, too... too Terrible..."

Zhao Hui couldn't stand it anymore: "Why don't you give him a good time?!"

Zhang Xin looked at the ground and found a cross, a mahogany sword, and even a crucifix next to the werewolf.

With holy water and spells on his body, it does look a little scary.

"Don't panic, it's the last item after that, bear with it, it will be fine soon."

As he spoke, he took out the squeezed garlic juice from the car and poured a little on the werewolf Zilar's face.

Zilar let out a painful howl, then burst into tears and sneezed again and again.

"The effect is not without it. The main reason is that the opponent's respiratory tract is strongly stimulated, so he starts sneezing and so on. When the war starts, we can sprinkle some on ourselves."

Cicada nodded: "The analysis makes sense... What should we try next?"

"My hometown will burn him with fire."

As soon as the words fell, there was a roar.

Everyone quickly raised their guard, and then the werewolf on the ground suddenly let out a terrifying roar, and his remaining arm became at least twice as thick.

The nails on it also suddenly became very sharp.

Zhang Xin, Chan and Zhao Hui quickly put all their attention on guard. Unexpectedly, the claws swung by the werewolf did not swing towards the two of them, but instead swung across their own throats.

With a thud, the werewolf's throat was torn apart, and he closed his eyes in the splash of blood.

After Zhang Xin carefully observed the werewolf's pulse, pupils and breath, he announced softly: "He had a smile on his face, he must have walked peacefully... Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

"You can say what you want."

Cicada said: "I think this is a werewolf after all, and it cannot be judged by common sense. They may not be dead yet, or we should cremate them."

Zhang Xin nodded.

Zhao Hui next to him finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, that's enough for the two of you, it's really inhumane to even want to use fire..."

"Inhumane, how do you think we should deal with it?"

Zhao Hui took out a knife from the car, chopped off the heads of the two werewolves, and then cut their heads into four parts.

The scene was quite bloody.

Zhang Xin was stunned: "My God, why are you so vicious."

"How dare you talk about me? I'm more reliable than burning them with fire."

"Fart, burn them with fire, that's cremation, at best it's a special funeral, you are pure whipping..."

Zhao Hui said speechlessly: "All right, all right, you are right, what should we do now? They are indeed werewolves, and I don't know how many are there. If you feel scared and leave, I understand."

"It's all here, how could it be possible to leave like this... First remove those useless things from the car and throw them away, let's move on."

What kind of cross, what kind of mahogany sword, holy water, all moved down and thrown on the ground.

Zhao Hui's heart is bleeding, it's all my money.

The RV continued on, deeper into the forest.

……

About half an hour later, dozens of werewolves ran out from the mountains beside the road.

"This is where the cry for help just came out...Look, it's over there...Oh my god..."

These werewolves all showed angry expressions and howled one after another.

"Well, what's going on here?"

"That's too strange, probably pagan."

"I've heard of a term called performance art, which may be a neurosis."

The situation at the scene was so weird, with crosses scattered everywhere, inexplicable things on the ground, and even a crucifix.

An old werewolf was lying on the ground, sniffing carefully: "I smell garlic juice, and blood...the smells here are too messy..."

Another werewolf walked on the road next to him and observed carefully on the ground: "There are traces of vehicles passing by, heading towards the castle. Well, I smell the breath of three people, and one of them seems a little familiar ...It seems to be the one that came last time..."

The older werewolf snorted angrily, "Are you sure, Robert."

"Yes, Mr. Hunter."

The older werewolf jumped up, crossed a distance of more than six meters, and rushed into the forest.

"We left, and there will be fewer guards on Lord William's side. Let's take a shortcut to catch up... let's go..."

A group of wolves were excited and rushed into the forest like a strong wind.

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