Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 44
Old Hoffen was a pious gravekeeper.

He wipes his old kerosene lamp clean every day, carries it, and patrols the public cemetery in old north London that he guards at night.

For 47 years, Huofen has changed from a 17-year-old strong young man to a 64-year-old mentally weak old man. The only thing that remains the same is that he still has not married a wife.

It's a bad thing.

He hadn't even tasted a woman. On his 54th birthday, in order to celebrate his 1000th birthday, Old Hoffin tried to find a nightingale in an underground tavern. He offered [-] crowns, but was rejected. stink.

Old Hoffen, who felt insulted, did something that day.

He killed.

He killed the Nightingale who insulted him.

Also that night, he was born with a whole new hobby.

Under the dim light, Old Hoffen sorted out the cut old newspapers on the table, and wiped a fresh woman's left hand on the table.

This belonged to the lover of a knight who was buried just yesterday. Of course, the knight didn’t know that his lover was dead. It was the lady who hired the old Hoffin to kill the lover. Sadly, it’s a pity to participate in this Only the lady at the lover's funeral.

Of course, Old Hoffen is not interested in killing people or anything. The only thing he cares about is that the jazz lover has a pair of beautiful hands.

By the way, my lady's hands are even more beautiful.

This is the only place that can excite Old Hoffen.

"Cuckoo."

Suddenly, an owl telling the time popped out of the mechanical clock on the wall.

Old Hoffen knew it was patrol time.

He put that hand on the table, the freshly embalmed hand still needed to dry.

He doesn't mind being spotted, or that no one has been to his cabin in the woods for 10 years, so he has developed the habit of being bold.

Carrying the kerosene lamp that has not broken for nearly 50 years.

Old Huofen took off the shotgun hanging on the wall, hung it around his neck, and at the same time stuck the butcher's knife re-sharpened yesterday in his waist.

A group of wild dogs came to the cemetery recently, and he felt that it was necessary to give them something to eat, and it drove old Huofen crazy to dig out his hard-buried corpse and eat it.

Secluded forest.

A barren cemetery full of weeds.

This is the largest public cemetery in north London.

Usually at this time, there would usually be a group of crows squatting on those nameless tombstones, "quacking" and screaming, laughing at the perverted old bachelor, Old Hofn.

But today, Old Huofen did not see a quacking crow, but instead saw a field of bird feathers, and the corpses of several crows whose necks were bitten off and killed by some kind of creature.

"Oh, those bloody wild dogs are here again!"

Old Huofen complained in a low voice, his original wish to enjoy that beautiful hand tonight seemed impossible to come true.

The kerosene lamp was hung on his waist, and Old Hoffen was holding a shotgun, and walked carefully towards the grass in front of which there was slight movement.

"I know you're there, get out!"

Old Hoffen aimed his gun at the grass.

Swish!
A gray-haired mouse jumped out of the grass and fled to the distance.

Old Huofen's tense mind relaxed in an instant.

In the next second, a red-eyed wild dog popped out of the grass. It opened its mouth dripping with sticky saliva, and bit Old Huofen's thigh.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
Shooting almost instinctively.

Facing the wild dog that was about to bite his ankle, Old Huofen fired several times.

The wild dog barked strangely, fell to the ground and twitched twice.

Old Huofen stepped forward and kicked the dying wild dog with his cowhide shoes.

"You know how powerful old Hofn is? Your dog whip will bring a wonderful night to old Hofn."

Old Huofen rubbed his red nose, he pulled out a tin can from his back waist, pulled out the stopper, and gulped down a big gulp of the low-quality malt wine contained in it.

Old Hoffen burped comfortably.

He pulled out the butcher's knife, wiped the wild dog's neck, held the dog's leg upside down, and prepared to go back to the hut.

In the dark forest, several scarlet eyes suddenly lit up.

A layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on the back of Old Huofen.

The wine I just drank, I was half awake.

The remaining half, trying to persuade him that everything in front of him is just an illusion.

Old Hoffen raised his shotgun.

Slowly recede towards a big tree behind.

Old Huofen leaned against the tree, took a deep breath, turned around quickly, and climbed up the tree.

As a grave guard, he didn't have any special skills, and he didn't dare to patrol alone in the middle of the night.

Sitting on a tree branch, Old Huofen took out the tin can and took another sip of wine. He looked at the scarlet pupils in the bushes below and shouted.

"Let Old Huofen see what kind of strange things you wild dogs are!"

A sticky liquid suddenly fell from the top of his head.

Old Hoffen raised his head abruptly.

A strange-looking creature was watching him from above the branch.

Humanoid, with skin like jelly, the surface seems to be covered with a layer of green moss, with a strong corpse smell, and the head looks like a wild dog, giving people an absurd feeling.

"Oh"

Old Huofen is an old gravekeeper who has worked as a gravekeeper for nearly 50 years. How could he not have heard of the legend of ghouls.

But this is the first time in nearly 50 years that he has encountered a real ghoul.

He felt his brain shaking.

The pupils shrank rapidly.

The sound of the heartbeat was almost crazy.

The ghoul was approaching him.

It climbed down from the tree, it came to its own side, it smelled the smell of its own body.

It seems that it feels like its own kind?

This is the first time in the past 50 years that Old Hoffen is glad that he smells like a dead body.

But luck is too much for old Huofen to believe in fate. He has never been a person who believes in fate.

Old Huofen's hand gradually touched the butcher's knife on his waist.

Under the tree, there was a rustling sound.

Old Hoffen glanced down, and five ghouls emerged from the bushes.

They gathered under the tree, and in their low whispers, they seemed to be discussing who would go up the tree first.

Old Huofen swallowed.

He felt like he was going to die.

The ghoul beside him was still sniffing his arm.

Old Hoffen took a deep breath.

The ghoul suddenly grinned and bit Old Hoffen's arm.

"Oh! Damn it, you finally talked!!!"

Old Huofen has killed people before, and he is also a ruthless person!
The arm was bitten.

The butcher's knife in Old Huofen's hand stabbed fiercely into the ghoul's abdomen.

Old Hoffen fell down the tree while pressing down on the ghoul's body.

Bang!
The ghoul was crushed by Old Huofen, and at the same time scared the rest of the ghouls to the periphery.

Old Huofen endured the pain from the wound and the pain that was almost falling apart, picked up the shotgun, and shot at the ghouls while backing away.

"Come on! You monsters! You can't stop me from enjoying that beautiful hand!"

Thinking of seeing that beautiful hand when he returned home, Old Hoffen's brain secreted a lot of dopamine, and he emptied the ammunition of the shotgun directly.

Although he killed two of the ghouls, Old Hoffen found the other four ghouls rushing towards him.

Old Hoffen felt that he was going to die.

He closed his eyes, opened his hands, and quietly waited for death to come.

But the expected death did not come,
Behind him, instead, a voice filled with the smell of machinery and steam sounded.

"The gunshots directed me to come. It seems that I was lucky. I ran into 4 living ghouls at once."

(End of this chapter)