Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 651 Found Him

Time flew by in a flash, with many creatures on the planet now biting their nails anxiously. What's going on? Why did their investigations often lead to dead ends? Why? Where the hell is that horseman hiding? Several creatures were desperately pulling their fake human hair. The anxiety was killing them. Luckily, this time, they got clues to the horseman's next actions. Vice-president Doyle cracked his knuckles, seemingly looking forward to bashing that Horseman to the ground. My, my, my... he has been looking forward to this for over a year now. It wasn't just him, but several D'jaggarians and many other creatures who also wished they could slice that bastard to pieces. However, despite wishing to kill him, they knew they shouldn't. "Remember, we must let him be after capturing him. That way, the Lord will have someone to vent his anger on." "We know," many of them replied, licking their lips menacingly. Soon, the group headed off to where they estimated the Horseman's next attacks would be. 4 days later, they arrived in the country of Bohanjia, Notan City. There were goats restless, horses moving stupidly, and all sorts of cattle and farm creatures acting anxious. They say animals have a sharp sense of fear hidden within them – especially when they think something terrible is going to happen. Little boys, girls, teens, and adults tried to control their sheep, cows, and goats, but found that none of these creatures were obedient as before. What's going on? Why so restless? Those who haven't been taken in yet for evacuation or drilled about the upcoming war, were left scratching their heads. Doyle and several people sneered. The end is coming and you're here bothering with cattle? 'Soon, it will be you who becomes cattle.' Many of them inwardly concluded, as they maneuvered across the chaotic streets. They spotted other creatures in disguise, who respectfully bow, with a reassuring nod that everything in this place was still under the control of they, underworld beings. ... Good.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om