Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn became more and more confused as he listened. What the other party said became increasingly outrageous, and finally he suddenly got stuck and stopped talking.

I can understand overthrowing the rule, but what does this have to do with dragons? And the journey and the descendants of gods? Is this mayor so awesome? Is he going to lead the people in the village to kill people across the continent? ... He looked at Sisili, who seemed to have frozen, and fell into deep thought.

After a few minutes, before Glenn could wake up the girl, she suddenly returned to normal and asked with a puzzled look:

"what did you just say?"

Glenn narrowed his eyes, "You don't remember anything?"

"You clearly didn't say anything!" Lilith said firmly.

This made Glenn feel even more suspicious.

It seems that there is no more information to be obtained. She will probably lose her memory if the key information is mentioned. I don’t know if she did it on purpose... He shrugged and said to Lilith:

"I want to ask, what do we do next?"

The latter immediately became excited and pulled Glenn into her room.

After that, Glenn didn't encounter anything special. He just patiently played childish games like playing house with Lilith for a whole day.

Until late at night, the latter still wanted to use the excuse that it was late to keep Glenn with her.

But even Glenn, with all his patience, couldn't stand it, so he left without wavering.

When passing by the old man's house, Glenn discovered that the light was on in the second-floor window.

At this time, everyone should have gone to sleep, but the old man had a very regular schedule, so this abnormal behavior made Glenn a little concerned.

So he stopped, concentrated his ears, and listened for a while.

There were sounds of rummaging and an old man mumbling incoherently, but I had no idea what he was saying.

In line with the principle that good neighbors should help each other, Glenn gently jumped onto the other person's window.

Grabbing the balcony outside the window made almost no sound.

He slowly leaned his head toward the gap in the window and watched what was happening in the room.

The old man was standing with his back to the window, frantically rummaging through something in front of a large suitcase-like object. His movements seemed extremely hasty and flustered.

From time to time, black tentacles stretched out from the old man's body and caught Glenn's eyes.

Could it be that the contracted demon had lost control? Glenn had a guess in his mind, and he used a little trick to gently open the window, then tiptoed up to see what the other party was doing.

But just as his feet touched the ground, the old man suddenly turned around and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who!?"

Glenn paused, only to be surprised by the old man's appearance at this moment.

Because the skin on the old man's face was full of wrinkles as if it had absorbed too much water, his eye bags were drooping, and his eyeballs looked like they could fall out at any time.

As he spoke, his lips moved in a funny and terrifying way.

"Old man, what's going on with you? Did the contracted demon rebel?"

Glenn asked tentatively.

The old man was a little angry when he saw Glenn. "Who allowed you to enter my house without permission? This is none of your business! Get out of here!"

"Come on, you never say hello when you come into my house." Glenn rolled his eyes, then took a few steps forward and pointed at the old man's chest. "This thing is almost crawling out. Are you really okay?"

The old man knew that Glenn would not leave easily, so he was too lazy to rush him. He turned around and continued to search the box, and replied:

"This situation has happened more than once or twice. I can handle it."

"I hope you're not trying to show off." Glenn said casually, paused, and then asked:

"What are you looking for now?"

"The Sand of Kro's Heart, the Rhizomes of Joy Grass, do you know what these are?" The old man's tone was full of disdain for Glenn, the poor student.

However, Glenn really didn't know these two things.

So he could only find a place to sit aside and wait for the old man to solve the problem himself.

I don’t know what’s in the old man’s box. It’s full of items of all sizes, and it’s hard to find anything.

"It's clearly here... Why can't I find it? It's not this one... nor this one... Come out quickly..."

The old man kept talking.

However, after searching for a long time, there were more and more tentacles in his chest, but he still didn't seem to find what he needed.

The old man seemed to be getting more and more irritable, and the movements of his hands became much larger.

Glenn was also anxiously watching from the side, and wanted to go up and pour everything in the box directly onto the ground, so that it might be easier to find.

Suddenly, the old man groaned, and the black tentacles on his chest seemed to be able to move on their own. They pushed towards the ground and lifted the old man off the ground like a spider.

Glenn immediately stood up and shouted, "Old man! Can I just cut off these tentacles and save you?"

"No! These tentacles are now part of my body... I can't move around..." The old man was swayed left and right by the tentacles and spoke with great difficulty.

"Then tell me if there is any solution! It would be best if it is something I can do right now!" Glenn could only ensure that the old man would not be hurt by the tentacles and did not dare to act rashly.

"Your curse might... make it stop for a while. Can you release your werewolf curse?"

"no problem."

Glenn opened his mouth and spit out thick black smoke of curse, wrapping the old man. Glenn could feel those tentacles madly absorbing the curse he released, and gradually calmed down.

The old man seemed to have gotten a chance to catch his breath, and he quickly crawled towards the box and continued searching.

Glenn also stepped forward and quickly placed the items on the ground one by one.

However, at the end the old man suddenly said: "No..."

"What?" Glenn stared at the old man.

"No, the emergency materials and tools I kept here are gone..."

The old man's eyes were full of confusion, and he began to recall the reasons why this happened.

"I know!" He suddenly revealed an extremely ferocious expression, "It must be because I said something to that fat guy last time, and he is taking revenge on me like this. He has the ability to do this. I must kill him next time we meet!"

"I say you should think about how to get through this. You don't know how ugly you look now." Glenn pointed at the old man's face.

The latter bared his teeth and said, "This is a cyclical phenomenon. It won't kill me, but if I don't take action, I will suffer pain that is more terrible than death."

Glenn sneered after hearing this, "If that was really the case, you wouldn't have been so nervous just now. Maybe there are more unacceptable influences, right?"

The old man closed his eyes and reached out to touch the slowly dancing black tentacles on his chest. "What other impact can it have? Of course, after a few more times, I will become a real demon. Originally, this was nothing to me, but I can't accept that the guy who hurt my loved ones is still alive and well."