Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Everyone?"

Liu Zheng seemed to be deep in thought, and put the letter away.

"Please bury her for me."

He said to Rambutan No. 1.

"We do not accept requests."

"But you are evil, we accept, threats."

The earth split open again, swallowing the old woman's body.

In the instant the body was swallowed up, he saw a deep wound on the back of the old woman's head.

Judging from its shape, the weapon that caused this wound must have been both sharp and heavy.

For example, an axe.

"Cuckoo!"

With a distinctive call, the owl returned.

It called out to Liu Zheng a few more times, then flew off in another direction.

Liu Zheng immediately picked up the rooster and chased after the owl.

The more you chase, the more plants appear around you.

But as the number of plants increased, the green areas became increasingly scarce.

All the plants were bare, with only a few tattered, withered leaves barely keeping them afloat.

Their branches are shiny black, and regardless of the species, they all have thorns of varying lengths.

Some of the spikes still had the carcasses of small animals like rabbits and squirrels hanging from them; some were already dried out, and some were still dripping blood.

"Cuckoo!"

The owl hooted again.

"It warns you to be careful and not to go near those plants."

The rooster took the initiative to translate.

What happened to those plants?

"Cuckoo!"

"They are sick."

"That's what the rooster said."

Avoiding these plants is not an easy task, after all, this is a forest, and they are everywhere.

However, they didn't seem very willing to get close to Liu Zheng.

When he gets close, some plants even curl up.

"what?"

Could it be because of his identity as a witch?

Liu Zheng felt it didn't seem like it.

He thought for a moment, then took out the blasphemous reagent from his pocket.

Sure enough, the plants curled up even more, and some even began to wither.

"Goodness, this is a powerful herbicide."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue slightly and then put the blasphemous reagent away.

As long as safety is guaranteed, there's no need to make a big fuss.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the owl led them to a cave.

"Cuckoo!"

The owl landed on Liu Zheng's shoulder, gave a soft hoot in his ear, and then flew away.

This time, he knew they had arrived at their destination without needing a translator.

"I can smell my master's scent!"

The rooster crowed excitedly, then began to struggle violently.

Helpless, Liu Zheng had no choice but to let go.

I advise you to calm down.

He had barely finished speaking when a dark figure suddenly darted out of the cave and grabbed the rooster.

"Ow~"

Two long fangs bit down on the chicken's neck.

Chapter 96 The Truth About the Werewolf Village

Although Liu Zheng was on guard, he didn't have time to react.

The rooster's neck was bitten right through, and warm blood spurted out.

"Owner?"

As it lay dying, the rooster did not struggle; it simply pecked the other's face lightly with its beak.

This action seemed to awaken a sliver of humanity in the shadowy figure.

It looked up blankly, revealing a hairy, ferocious wolf face.

"What did I do? What exactly did I do?"

It dropped the rooster as if it had been electrocuted, muttering to itself.

"Why? Didn't I tell you to protect it?"

Suddenly, the werewolf roared loudly at Liu Zheng.

"Why did you bring it to me? And why you?"

Its tone was more one of pain than anger.

"Your letter stated both that I should come to you and that I should not come to you."

Liu Zheng explained.

"It must be the priest, the priest must have forged my handwriting."

The werewolf roared angrily.

Who exactly is the priest?

"You don't remember? How come you don't know who the priest is?"

The werewolf looked at him suspiciously.

"I was attacked by a pack of werewolves, and when I woke up I had forgotten a lot of things."

Liu Zheng said.

The werewolf stared at him, his nose twitching.

"Yes, yes, I can smell the life-saving potion on you."

It accepted Liu Zheng's explanation.

“It must have been arranged by the priest. He doesn’t want you to continue to grow stronger. He wants to get rid of you, the biggest threat.”

"It's good to forget, it's good to forget. Come with me, Little Red Riding Hood, let's get away from this forest, away from this village."

“We can live a new and happy life. If you want to take revenge on the priest, we can wait until you become stronger before you come back.”

The werewolf said excitedly.

Good heavens, so the witch is Little Red Riding Hood, and that old woman is Grandma?

"No, I don't want to be a person without memories."

"If you want me to go with you, you have to tell me the whole truth."

Liu Zheng said.

"The whole truth, I myself don't know the whole truth."

The werewolf said with a wry smile.

"Then tell me what you know, like starting with who you are."

"Have you even forgotten who I am?"

"It is sad," the werewolf said.

“Alright, I’ll tell you. My name is Yageer, and I’m the carpenter in the village.”

"You are Little Red Riding Hood, and we are childhood sweethearts."

"The priest is a bad man. He spread the plague in the village and turned many villagers into werewolves."

"Aren't you a werewolf too?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, I am a werewolf."

The young carpenter shook his head.

"Werewolves are born that way; we can transform at any time without losing our sanity."

"Werewolves can only transform on the night of a full moon, and once transformed, they only possess animalistic instincts."

He explained.

"It sounds like werewolves and werewolves have some kind of connection."

"Yes."

After hesitating for a moment, the carpenter told Liu the truth.

“The priest used my blood and evil magic to create the wolf plague potion and tricked the villagers who believed in him into drinking it, turning them all into werewolves.”

Why did you give him your blood?

"He and his men attacked me!"

The carpenter said excitedly.

"I didn't know at first. It wasn't until werewolves started appearing in the village that I learned the truth."

"I originally wanted to find you and take you away from here."

"I found out you had come to the forest, so I followed you."

"But I couldn't find you; instead, I was trapped in the forest."

"In order to protect myself, I had to maintain my werewolf form. Coupled with the corrosive influence of the dark atmosphere in the forest, I gradually lost my mind."

"As a result, I killed my only relative."

It knelt before the rooster, covered its face, and wept bitterly.

"Tyrant, Forest Spirit, Nightingale, who are they?"

Liu Zheng asked.

How do you know these names?

"These were also written on your letter paper."

He said this without changing his expression.

"Really? Then it must have been a forgery by the priest."

The carpenter didn't suspect much.

"The tyrant is the priest's collaborator; he was originally a tiger in the forest and one of the guardians of the forest spirits."