They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 68 Wolf Fang Capture Plan
It has a clear purpose in its little wisdom.

Steyer's prophecy screwed it up.

Steyer is a prophet.

The prophet's prediction is like a crow's mouth, saying that so and so will be unlucky.

and so……

The prophet cannot stay.

With clear goals and clear organization, this is already the most appropriate plan it has conceived in its limited wisdom.

It has grown so big, and this is the first time it has been tricked like this.

Little Swale sat in front of the window and looked at the rain outside the window. On the transparent glass window, a few droplets of water slid down and condensed into a stream of water, flowing quickly from the glass to the window frame.

The mythical creature's eyelids drooped, its eyes had narrowed from a circle to a semi-circle, and its irises were bright, looking like two upside-down golden crescent moons.

It's angry.

On the other side, Stair stood alone and drunk at the door of the pub, holding an umbrella found from the top of the cabinet and wearing a raincoat.

Although he wants to imitate an idiot, he can't be so stupid as to risk his life. This kind of rain has little impact on patients, but those who dare to go out without taking any precautions are the real brave ones.

Alcohol can paralyze the brain and resist the erosion of thinking by some abyss phantoms. With this opportunity, Stair can also leave the tavern to do what he likes.

He is a seer after all, and the favorite thing of those seers is to collect things that are helpful for divination.

In the past, people who started businesses based on their ability to predict would always like to study the skeletons of dried lizards, mice, puffer fish, and birds, pour the collected materials into a pot and boil them into potions, and get a glimpse of the future in the potions. .

And now, his collection contains no werewolf body parts.

"Where should I find the broken teeth of a vampire, the tears of a mermaid, and the wings of an elf? Can I easily find these creatures that only appear in books?

Perform two memes and complete a massive prophecy?What the hell is this!It seems that they look down too much on me, a social waste. "

Stair didn't believe the prophecy ritual materials recorded in those tattered books. After collecting them, it was estimated that his grandson would have three children.

He planned to collect some random materials and throw them into the pot to ask about the chances of successful interpretation of idiot memes. Of course, in order to fill the holes in those materials and to make himself look like an idiot, Stair decided to go out at night to look for werewolves.

"The broken teeth of the werewolf should be able to replace the teeth of the vampire, and the tears of the mermaid... There are fishmen everywhere here, and they are all fish anyway, so the functions should be similar.

As for the elf—hiss, finding a fly to pull its wings off should do the trick. "

Prophecy is idealism. In theory, the stronger the power of the mind, the greater the probability of success of the prophecy. Everything else is just a formality.

For example, the prophecies he usually makes to others are usually when he says something he subconsciously agrees with, and that thing will come true with a high probability.

However, it can only make predictions with little impact, such as making people unlucky.

Moreover, his predictions were based on facts and did not make things up. Some seemingly unreliable endings must have a reason for them to happen.

"Everything has its own development trajectory. I just raised the possibility of this trajectory."

Stair nodded, once again impressed by his ideals, feeling that his brilliance was even shining on the earth.

He couldn't make a prediction for himself, so he could only jump on the roof now and raise his gun towards somewhere in the darkness.

There was a faint howl of wolves in my ears.

Stair pulled the trigger in that direction, only to hear a "bang" gunshot, and a small shadow moved slightly in that direction, and Stair rushed over like a cheetah smelling the smell of blood.

He shouted: "That beautiful lady over there, do I have the honor to spend an unforgettable evening with you today?"

The rain curtain seemed to stop for a moment, and two flashes of blood appeared in the extreme darkness. "..."

The werewolf opened his eyes.

She covered the wound on her heart and used her night vision to see blood seeping out of the gaps between her claws that could not be blocked. The anger that she had finally suppressed after being tricked by Riya was ignited again.

"I am going to kill you!"

Suddenly, the black shadow moved its limbs like a real wolf and ran towards Stair.

Her ears stand back, and her wet hair clings to her skin, highlighting her curvaceous figure as a giant silver wolf. This figure allows her to run and jump at faster speeds.

Fighting is no big deal.

In the dark night, she is the most vigorous hunter.

"Let's get serious." Stair did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He continued to shoot at the running werewolf, and his shooting skills were terrifyingly accurate.

He pointed the gun at the werewolf's mouth: "Bang!"

Darenya's pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly tried to turn away, but at this moment, severe pain came from her mouth. At the same time, Stair also put away his gun and ran away.

The werewolf was stunned, and the next second, she ignored the pain in her mouth and chased her prey.

But she never imagined that although her prey did not escape quickly, the angle of escape was very tricky.

Stair specializes in escaping in tight corners, and he knows the terrain here.

Even while running, he could get into other people's chimneys and run out of the door.

Naturally, Darenya would not be stupid enough to follow him into the chimney.

One person and one wolf, you chase each other, and time passes like this.

Darenya stood upright on the edge of the bungalow roof, her sharp eyes scanning the ground for disturbances.

Suddenly, there was a noise behind her.

Stair didn't know when he returned to the place where Darenya was shot in the mouth, picked up something from there and ran away like a rat.

The anger had just swallowed up her soul, and Darunya didn't feel much abnormality for a while. Now she subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth and found that half of her fangs had disappeared.

In other words, the prophet's initial target was her teeth.

"Aha! It's really fun tonight. If we have a chance, we can have a wonderful night together again!"

“By the way, you have dental calculus!!!”

Stair's voice came out far away and was soon drowned out by the sound of rain.

Of course he knew that his ability to fight head-on was not good, and he did not expect to be able to kill the werewolf. Naturally, he had been thinking about this werewolf for so long because of her teeth.

"I don't know if other patients with the [werewolf] meme have such an image. If they all looked like this, the world would be a paradise."

After several evasions, Stair managed to hide out of sight of the werewolf. He hid in a closet on the second floor of a dilapidated house, tried his best to ignore the damp smell of mold that penetrated his nose, and began to look at his trophies.

This is a tooth with heavy yellow stains. Judging from the color, touch and taste, its owner must not care about hygiene.

Of course, it is unrealistic to ask a puppet who has been dead for who knows how long to be hygienic.

(End of this chapter)