Probably because of concern and chaos, Henrik, who kept talking about it, became a little silent after coming to Crescent City.

He sat in the carriage without squeaking, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If we find a clue to that thing in a moment......"

"Bang dang!"

The carriage jolted, and Roger looked outside, the walls behind him fading away, and he glanced at Henrik to understand the meaning of the latter's words.

Henrik wants to deal with the female Daredevil alone.

"I've got you all to get here."

The speed gradually decreased, and the carriage stopped.

Roger and the others stepped out of the car, and Crescent City was barely visible in the distance, surrounded by a wilderness, and a black crow fell from a dead tree, letting out a piercing scream.

"Please be sure to follow the path marked on the map, the wilderness on the outskirts of Crescent City is very dangerous."

The driver sighed.

"It's a really weird place, because you don't know where the monsters are going to come from."

Roger nodded, watching the carriage move in the direction it had come, Crescent City and the surrounding area were too large for the Cursed Lands he had been to before.

There were many rules that he hadn't figured out, and what he had seen and heard in the fishing village before also made Roger know that the wilderness outside Crescent City was very dangerous.

He flipped through the map and walked forward for about an hour before he came to the village marked by the mission.

There is a very peculiar phenomenon here, the more people who live there, the lower the chance of monsters appearing, and the safer it is.

When they came to the village, it was noon, but the village was as silent as a tomb, and there was not a single moving figure on the road.

From a distance, there are only a few scattered households with smoke rising.

Henrik was about to ask, but he didn't wait for him to get closer, but the pair of eyes leaning against the window quickly moved away, and then the sound of the deadbolt being pulled shut.

"What's going on with the people here?"

"I'll do it anyway."

Roger stepped forward, following the instructions on the mission information to a wooden door in the village.

"We're here from Crescent City to investigate the dead corpses."

A cloudy eye flashed through the crack in the door, and his gaze lingered on Roger for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Squeak.

The wooden door was opened, revealing a face covered in ravines.

"You ......"

He looked at Roger in amazement.

"I'm here to investigate the monster attack in the village, so I can take us to see the corpses?"

"Heh......"

The old man's throat seemed to be blocked with a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then nodded, "Come with me." ”

Roger gave Henrik a look, who nodded and headed for the rest of the village.

"When did the monster attack begin?"

"About five days ago."

The old man frowned and thought for a moment.

"Pete was the first to die, an old bachelor, but the night before he died, someone around seemed to hear faint laughter coming from his room."

"Life is already very difficult, and in a world like this, who can laugh out loud?"

The two walked away from the village.

On the hillside was a grass hut with several corpses lying side by side.

"One every night, if this continues, the people in the village will die!"

The old man sighed, his cloudy eyes confused.

Roger stepped forward to examine each corpse.

"It's true that the blood on my body has been sucked dry!"

A slightly surprised voice came from behind him, and Henrik followed at some point, and Roger gave him an inquiring look, but Henrik shook his head.

It was clear that the people of the village were very resistant to Henrik, and his invincible approach to Bordeaux would not work here.

Under the shed lay five corpses, all male, each very short because of the blood sucked out of their bodies.

As stated in the mission description, even if you turn into a dry corpse, you can easily distinguish the smile on the corpse's face.

Seeing this smile, Henrik couldn't help but shudder.

"For five days in a row, only one person was killed every day."

Roger glanced at Henrik with a little doubt on his face, "Does she have another purpose, or is she limited in strength and can only kill one?"

"This is the woman's usual trick, she likes to play with other people's emotions, according to her habits, she should come back tonight, we just have to stay in this village......"

Henrik's eyes flashed with impatience.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Roger suddenly noticed a special red spot on the corpse's neck, the color of the corpse was dull and the red dot on the skin blended together, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

"This wound ......"

Roger glanced at Henrik.

Henrik's gaze was slightly condensed, and he bent down to quickly examine the other five corpses, and by the time he stood up, the expression on his face had changed color.

"This wound wasn't made by the Daredevil." He had a strange look on his face.

"They prefer to use their tongues, which are thin and long, and they slide down the victim's mouth and into the body......"

Listening to Henrik's description, Roger couldn't help but shudder, that feeling was very bad when you thought about it.

What the hell has this guy been through?

"Isn't that her?"

Roger was a little confused.

There was also a hint of hesitation on Henrik's face.

"I'm not sure now, I'll have to wait until tonight."

The two discussed it for a while, then walked around the village and found a high point, and all that remained was to wait patiently.

After eating a little and resting for a while, time flies, the sun sets, and night falls.

Without modern facilities, at night the whole village is as black as a quagmire, and as the last few bits of light disappear, the surroundings are plunged into complete darkness.

Time passed little by little, and as it was near midnight, a faint sound of breaking wind was heard, and a faint black shadow streaked in the distance, and then fell on the branch of the tree at the head of the village.

There was no moonlight on this night, and there were no fingers around, but even in this case, Roger, who activated the hunter's vision, could see the dark shadows on the branches in the distance.

It was a humanoid erect creature with a hairy head and a pair of broad, fleshy wings on its back, the edges of which were as sharp as bone knives.

The thing's eyes were thin and long, and its mouth protruded outward, revealing straw-like mouthparts between opening and closing.

"It's a vampire."

Henrik whispered, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Clearly, they were looking for the wrong target.

This thing injects a special toxin into the person's body before killing the human, which can paralyze the nerves and cause people to hallucinate.

And they can take this opportunity to enjoy every drop of their prey's essence and blood.

"Fix it first."

Roger whispered in response.

This thing has the ability to fly, and it is best to kill with a single hit.

Henrik clenched the gun in his hand, "You can shoot if it jumps into the air......"

"Click!"

"I'll shoot it in the mouth!"

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