Disaster Shelter

Latest website: Wen Wen, who was caught by the neck, suddenly grabbed the old Mike's hand.

Old Mike noticed that something was wrong. This new employee was a little too calm. He wouldn't be the legendary "Devil Hunter".

He didn't think of this at first, because he had been ‘securing himself’ all the time, and the targets of the demon hunters were all jumping monsters.

Anyone who expressed disdain for the demon hunter in public was executed by the demon hunter in an extremely cruel manner.

Thinking of this, Old Mike immediately stepped up his efforts.

With his strength, even a piece of iron ingot can be easily deformed, let alone human bones.

However, his palm was grasped by the gentle slender hand, and he could not continue to pinch it with all his strength.

Wen Wen's fingers were like steel pliers, sinking deeply into Old Mike's palm, and his metacarpal bones split directly.

Then Wen Wen had a weird smile on his face, breaking his fingers one by one, and Old Mike screamed like a pig, but the crematorium was so remote that no one could hear him.

Old Mike, who was in unbearable pain, pushed Wen Wen out with his other hand. Wen Wen flew out quickly, but when he landed, he was as light as a leaf.

His toes hit the ground, his body quickly rushed in front of Old Mike, his five fingers gathered together and poked his throat, and he immediately fainted.

"Huh, get it done."

Wen Wen clapped his hands and looked at the old Mike who fell on the ground with a strange expression.

"The next thing to do is simple, I hope my makeup skills can be hidden from those idiots."

...

In the gloomy and cold cellar, hundreds of human corpses were neatly stacked.

There were men and women, old and young, all of which were corpses sent for cremation.

In the middle of these corpses, a big beard wearing only underwear was **** by a thick iron chain. On the iron chain was a small iron piece with runes, which made the big beard unable to lift any strength.

The beard hummed twice, opened his eyes, and his face changed drastically after seeing his situation.

"What are you going to do?"

This bearded man is naturally old Mike. His injuries have healed during the coma. The strength of this monster is far superior to humans, and as long as the brain is not destroyed, it will not die, and the rest can slowly recover.

In front of the old Mike, stood a slightly thin old Mike. The old Mike's face had many wrinkles and spots, and his eyes were smaller than the genuine old Mike.

At first glance it looks similar to the old Mike, but a closer look can reveal flaws.

"You are blind, I am pretending to be you." Wen Wen replied without hesitation.

Old Mike sneered and said: "Then your disguise skills are really bad, you don't think you can hide it from others like this."

"The living corpse monster has a very interesting characteristic. One day every month, it will become emotionally unstable and have an abnormal shape. It cannot completely cover its shape."

"I call this kind of characteristic Uncle Lai Da. As long as I use this reason, I can hide many of your acquaintances."

"And..." Wen Wen paused: "The most important thing in disguising this kind of thing is not appearance, but temperament."

Wen Wen's body radiated billowing black smoke, and a terrifying and evil aura radiated from his body.

Old Mike was shocked, the guy in front of him was even more like a monster than him.

Seeing that the preparations were almost done, Wen Wen was about to leave the cellar, and Old Mike called Wen Wen.

"You didn't kill me, there must be something else, as long as you can let me go, I am willing to do anything."

Wen Wen stopped, trembling twice, then chuckled.

"Cherish your last time, I am going to starve you for five days first, and then cut off all of your body, leaving only one head and let you eat yourself."

After hearing Wen Wen's words, old Mike shuddered. The living corpse needs to eat every day. If he doesn't eat for three days, he will lose his mind. According to Wen Wen's approach, he might really eat himself.

Wen Wen laughed and said: "I didn't want to be like this, but you said you like to eat raw, so I let you eat it yourself."

Old Mike tremblingly asked, "At that time, I would say I like cooked ones..."

"Oh, then kidnap a monster and let him cook your body before feeding you." Wen Wen pushed open the cellar door and walked out: "It's great that you like raw food, otherwise I have to catch extra monster."

The heavy iron door closed, and old Mike felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

There is food everywhere here, but he can only endure the hunger, until the hunger swallows himself, and then to usher in his end.

This new demon hunter is probably the most evil existence since the emergence of Aran City.

Some powerful monsters hidden in the city, compared with this one, are as pure as a girl.

...

With the identity of Old Mike, Wen Wen's actions were much easier, and he once again came to the manor outside the city.

After seeing Wen Wen, the guard stretched out his hand to stop Wen Wen and said in a gentle voice: "Sorry sir, I can't let people in before the meeting begins."

Wen Wen glanced at the guard, and the brutal look in his eyes made the guard tremble.

"I'm looking for Istanbul, I can't go in, so you can call him out."

After listening to Wen Wen’s request, another guard hurried in to inform. After a while, a fat goblin carrying a golden sack, only less than one meter tall, walked out of the manor and looked at Wen Wen proudly: "It’s you Come find me."

Wen Wen immediately changed his smiling face and took Istan to the corner.

"I'm here this time to discuss a business with you."

"What business?" Istan was impatient.

"It's like this ~ www.readwn.com~ tomorrow's meeting will definitely require a lot of living people as food." Wen Wen showed a profiteer look: "But the cost of living people is too high. I have hundreds of stocks here. Corpse."

Istanbul's eyes lit up, and the conference organizer did give him a lot of money to buy a living person. If he could replace it with a corpse, he could reap a lot of benefits.

"No, no, the corpse does not taste good." Istan pretended to evade.

Wen Wen took a step forward: "Trust me, I promise that I won’t be able to eat, but this requires me to personally treat the corpse before the meal. You know, I’m a living corpse. I have a way to change the corpse in a short time. It's alive."

Istan suddenly said, "I remembered that you are the old Mike of the crematorium, so I can rest assured that you will operate it."

After a conversation, the two happily reached an agreement. Istan did not notice the loopholes in the gentle words. He felt that it was normal for a living corpse to'live' the corpse.

Two hours later, Wen Wen was dressed in pink gauze and hired someone to transport the bodies of a dozen carriages to the manor.