Chapter 437 The Werewolf

"You are that thief back then!"

The old hunter suddenly understood something. In memory, the middle-aged man overlapped with the thief who sneaked into his house more than ten years ago.

"Did we ever blame you when we caught you? Our family saw that you were dressed in rags and were as thin as a match and left you with a meal. I was really blind."

The old hunter was heartbroken, and roared: "The righteous wolf knows how to repay the favor, but you, after accepting our family's kindness, still want to bite us back, wolf ambition! Where is your conscience!"

"Hey hey..."

The middle-aged man giggled like he was crazy.

Lin Lang shook his head and sighed. This may be the veritable story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf. The matter has come to this point, and there is no other way.

Lin Lang took a step forward, stepped down heavily, and crushed the middle-aged man's head directly. Leaving him will only increase the anger and sadness of the old couple, so it is better to let him help and cut the mess quickly.

When they first heard the bad news, the old couple embraced each other and wept.

A white-haired person sending a black-haired person, this is probably the biggest blow. Shaking his head, Lin Lang was about to leave when the old hunter rushed to Lin Lang's side and stuffed the golden round card into Lin Lang's arms.

"Little God, thanks to your help this time, otherwise the poor old couple would not know that our daughter is already waiting for us in the underworld." The old hunter cried and laughed, unable to control his emotions.

Lin Lang didn't refuse at this juncture, as not accepting it would only make the old hunter feel more guilty, so he simply took care of it for the time being. Let him study the round cards, maybe it is really possible to speculate more conclusions.

When it was over, Lin Lang stayed in Moer Town for half a day. It is said that there are many legends of werewolves in Siberia, and this time he caught up with his own eyes.

According to what the middle-aged man said before his death, he was a descendant of werewolves, that is to say, the ancestors of this middle-aged man were all werewolves. Even in a hundred years, such a family would be enough to form a huge family. family system.

A powerful werewolf group!

"That is to say, besides him, there is a very high possibility that there are other werewolf or half-demon races lurking here." Lin Lang pondered for a moment, and his sharp divine sense swept across the city unscrupulously.

Werewolves belong to a branch of the half-demon race in the universe, and the half-demon race is the product of the intercourse between beasts and humans, and some half-demon races have obvious traits. For example, the dragon man is a typical example of the dragon head.

The werewolves are completely the opposite. They are extremely recessive in character, blending in the human world with human faces and bodies. Usually, they are almost the same as ordinary people, except that their skills are a little stronger.

On a specific full moon night, there are also specific talents. Some werewolves will hold bloodlines during the full moon. The first two awakenings will return to normal when the moon falls. After the third awakening, the werewolves will then Will have the ability to take the initiative to transform, and the werewolf can retain sanity, and is no longer a monster that only knows how to kill.

At that time, their hard skin and strong limbs were their weapons, reaching the peak of transformation. It is precisely because of this that as long as the werewolf is hidden in the crowd, as long as it does not deliberately show its feet, it will basically not be exposed.

Even if it is swept by the divine sense, it is impossible to detect it without directly detecting the blood. The reason why Lin Lang did this was just to confirm how many monsters are hidden in Moore Town.

For example, the old and young people I met before are the descendants of the blood clan, and their blood is very weak.

"Werewolves, blood race... and the descendants of the golden saint race. On this seemingly peaceful earth, there are dark tides." Lin Lang's mouth curled up slightly.

If he hadn't returned from cultivation, he would have stayed on the earth for the rest of his life, and he would definitely not believe that there are so many strange races on the earth.

Werewolves are the most inconspicuous group of half-demon races. It's not that their strength is low, but that they usually wear the appearance of the human race, which is almost hard to detect.

"Moon wheel."

Lin Lang lifted his hands forward, and a huge full moon slowly rose behind him. When it reached a height of 100 meters, it was only 100 meters in size, and the sky exuded a bright brilliance.

Now that the first werewolf has appeared in this city, there must be a second. The best way to distinguish between werewolves and humans is whether the moon transforms after rising.

"Let me see how many werewolves are lurking in Moore Town." Lin Lang whispered, and his vast spiritual consciousness spread out, radiating the entire Moore Town.

It's not that he wants to exterminate the werewolf race, but that he wants to find another round card that was lost from the middle-aged man. He dared to conclude that this pair of round cards definitely had other uses, and no one of the most powerful would be idle to forge a few tokens at random, and it was very likely that they would be crucial treasures to open a certain secret storehouse.

Of course, these have nothing to do with the burial of immortals. Judging from the compression of the formation in the token and the internal soul power, the owner of the token has at least the cultivation base of the Celestial Realm, and the Celestial Realm can basically ascend to the Immortal Realm, and everything in the ordinary world can only be left behind. treasure.

This is where the token comes in.

It would definitely be a great fortune for Lin Lang if he could use the token to find the treasure of that celestial being, and it would not be a problem to save decades of hard work.

Lin Lang was very tempted.

But when Lin Lang's consciousness swept across the city, his brows couldn't help but frown.

"this is……"

Lin Lang frowned.

one, two...

At this moment, another wave of soul waves as vast as the ocean crushed Lin Lang's scattered consciousness one by one. Lin Lang snorted, his face paled.

somewhat ugly.

"Finally no longer hiding, you want to confront me head-on." Lin Lang snorted coldly, his consciousness transformed into form, a condensed sword of consciousness pierced through the space, and stabbed straight towards a certain place in the city.

There, it was the strong man in the divine realm who had been hiding in the town before and refused to show his face. Up to now, Lin Lang's attainments in spiritual consciousness have been astonishingly improved. After completely digesting the four Japanese gods, he has grown to a terrifying level.

The sharp sword of spiritual consciousness passed through a distance of several thousand meters in an instant, and the man in the darkness groaned, apparently unprepared for Lin Lang's surging spiritual power, and suffered a dark loss.

The other party's spiritual consciousness slowly faded away, and they no longer had contact with Lin Lang.

"If you don't show up again, don't blame me for fighting each other." Lin Lang said lightly.

Suddenly, a loud and clear laughter sounded.

"Lin Youye, long time no see."

The man slowly emerged from the darkness, flew up, and stood with his feet hanging in the air more than ten meters above the town, facing Lin Lang face to face.

"It's you."

Lin Lang glanced at the face of the man in the darkness. It was Roman Stanislav, the general of the Golden Triangle, whom he had fought once in the Golden Triangle.

Roman Stanislav nodded: "I'm a hermit in the town, but I don't want to meet you, let alone fight you before the tomb of the immortal is opened."

Roman Stanislav was outspoken, showing that he did not want to fight Lin Lang. This time the burial of the immortals was opened, and it was unknown how many old monsters were brought out. Roman Stanislav alone knew three or four strong men no less than him.

Fighting at this moment, when the real decisive battle comes, it's just a matter of making others cheaper. In fact, Lin Lang had no intention of fighting. He once controlled the phantom formation to fight against Roman Stanislav in his dream. Although he was the winner in the end, it was only a miserable victory.

If he really tried his best, even if his cultivation had improved a lot at this time, he would still have to pay a high price if he wanted to kill the opponent.

"Seeing that the burial of the immortals is about to be opened, there is still a hundred and eighty kilometers away from the destination. How about the two of us traveling together and sharing the income equally?" Roman Stanislav offered to show his favor.

The combination of the two gods will definitely have the strength to sweep the tombs of the immortals.

"No. I'm used to being alone."

Lin Lang shook his head and directly refused.

"Okay." Roman Stanislav is also a famous god in the world, so he naturally won't let himself down, but after pondering for a moment, he still said: "The opening of the tomb of the immortals this time is extraordinary, and many of them are like me. The old monsters of the era can't hold back, who is willing to miss this opportunity."

"As far as I know, there are often gods around the ice field recently, including the ancestors of Hongmen overseas, the dark titan in the west, the son of light, the great wizard of country T, Earl Wilson, etc..."

These are all well-known powerhouses on the World God List, and there are as many as five or six known powerhouses listed by Roman Stanislav alone, and the gold content can be imagined.

It is expected that these days must be the battle of the gods, the bloody storm, and it is not impossible for some gods to fall here. Just because the burial of immortals is too tempting for the gods!

"Be careful yourself, I hope I can form this good relationship with you today." Roman Stanislav paused, and then said: "In addition, I still have some influence in this area of ​​​​Northern Russia. Go directly to the government and report my name, and everything will be arranged for you."

Roman Stanislav, Lin Lang has seen it several times on TV, this man has another identity besides being a master of the gods, that is, the chairman of the Duma of country e, a well-known decision-maker with real power, who has the power to impeach the president that power.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Lin Lang nodded.

With Roman Stanislav stepping in like this, Lin Lang didn't continue to pursue the werewolf matter, because he didn't find another gold medal in these people.

I don't know where he was sold by the prodigal son-in-law of the old hunter. In addition, the red-clothed European who threatened to bring someone back to find a place before was nowhere to be seen, probably because he was frightened by Lin Lang's unpredictable cultivation.

At the same time, Han Zilong also called to remind Lin Lang not to miss the opening time of the immortal tomb. He lived near the tomb of the immortal, and found that most of the restrictions around the cave had been loosened, and he could not tell when it would completely collapse.