Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

Three forty-six in the morning.

"Hum..."

Wang Ye suddenly sensed a red-eyed bat and emitted a burst of spiritual fluctuations with a very peculiar frequency.

And this mental fluctuation is precisely the mental fluctuation when the target is discovered.

Wang Ye was overjoyed, and instantly burst out with all his strength, rushing towards the direction where the red-eyed bat was located at full speed...

At the same time, in an alley in the outskirts of Tianhe City, a half-werewolf with leaking canine teeth, a wolf-headed person, naked body, and gray hair was following behind a girl unhurriedly with a sinister smile.

The half-werewolf seemed to enjoy the feeling of chasing his prey and controlling his life and death, so he didn't chase it with all his strength.

The girl was exhausted from running.

After working sixteen hours in a textile factory, she was already tired and hungry, coupled with her weak physique caused by chronic malnutrition, even under the great threat of death, her running speed inevitably declined, and she ran slower and slower.

Looking at the three forks in the road ahead, the girl did not dare to hesitate, chose one at random and stumbled in, followed by the half-werewolf, and from time to time there would be a few low roars.

After turning into the alley, the girl did not run a few steps, her whole body was weak and she collapsed on the ground.

In a panic, she ran into a dead end.

"Don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me, I'll give you money, I'll pay my salary tomorrow, I can give you all my salary, please don't kill me..." The girl gathered the last bit of strength and struggled to kneel on the ground, desperately begging for mercy from the approaching half-werewolf.

The sinister smile on the half-werewolf's face became more and more intense, and even a touch of intoxication swelled.

Right!

That's how it feels.

How mesmerizing!

These lowly human beings should be the playthings of our werewolves, they should kneel in front of our werewolves and pray, and they should be happy in the crotch of our werewolves....

"How much money do you have?" The half-werewolf stopped in front of the girl and said in a playful tone.

"One thousand one! I can get 1,100 aqua blue coins tomorrow! As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to give it all to you, give it all to you, don't kill me, really don't kill me, I still have grandma to raise, I die, my grandma will have to starve to death, I beg you, as long as you don't kill me, my salary will all be given to you, I'm very capable, I'm really capable, I can work for eighteen hours, I can make more money..." The girl seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, struggled forward, hugged the half-werewolf's thigh, and begged bitterly.

The half-werewolf leaned over, picked up the girl's chin with one hand, stretched out his tongue full of barbs, licked it lightly on the girl's face, and slowly said: "One thousand one? Not enough, too little, at least five thousand..." The

light of hope in the girl's eyes was instantly shattered, and she spat on the half-werewolf's close wolf face and cursed: "You bastard, you must not die well, you must not die well!" Bastard..."

"Snap!"

As soon as he heard the word "mongrel", the half-werewolf instantly became furious, and slapped the girl out.

These half-werewolves with thin werewolf blood in their bodies are most angry that they are called mongrels, which is their untouchable anti-scale.

"Ahem... Bah..." Half of the girl's face was already high and swollen, she struggled to raise her head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and continued to scold: "Bastard, you mongrel

!!..." The half-werewolf was blown up, he quickly rushed to the girl, raised his foot and wanted to kick the girl's head directly, but when he was about to kick down, he suddenly thought of something and laughed loudly. "Hahahaha..." Although

the girl didn't understand what nerves the half-werewolf had, the mongrel spit out of her mouth did not stop, and she was still cursing there regardlessly.

The half-werewolf reached out and grabbed the girl's hair, picked her up abruptly from the ground, and grinned, "Do you have a grandmother?" Don't worry, follow your

scent, I will find her..." The girl instantly closed her voice, forced to endure the tingling of her scalp, and shook her head desperately, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't kill my grandma, you can let me do anything, I'm a mongrel, I'm a mongrel, please, my grandma is innocent..." The

half-werewolf casually let go of the girl's hair, let the girl fall to the ground, and laughed maniacally, "Hahahaha, little girl, aren't you a pun?" Didn't you scold me? Do you continue to scold? Ahahaha..." The

girl collapsed to the ground, desperately begging for mercy.

Half-werewolf

"Groove! Why is this mongrel so small? Still so soft? Impotence? Hey, gray-haired mongrel, didn't you go to the hospital for a check-up? At this moment, a curious voice came from above.

The half-werewolf was furious, the wolf on his body stood up, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Bastard" is a taboo for all half-werewolves, and "impotence" is his taboo.

Now that the two taboos were mentioned at the same time, he had completely lost his mind, he raised his head and looked at the source of the voice, and roared loudly: "Where is the wild boy, I will crush your corpse into ten thousand pieces..."

Wang Ye stood on the four-meter-high wall, his face full of curiosity.

Half-werewolf, he's seen it.

But impotent half-werewolves, he had never seen.

It is said that the male organs of half-werewolves are generally larger and longer than normal humans, which is also one of the few things that half-werewolves can talk about masturbating.

Now meeting an impotent half-werewolf, Wang Ye was naturally a little curious.

Buttoning his ears in disgust, Wang Ye stretched out his hand, and a bone spear shot out, penetrating his right shoulder under the horrified gaze of the half-werewolf, and nailed it directly to the ground.

"Don't shout, ask you! Answer my questions well, satisfy my curiosity, I can give you a pain, but if you make me upset, then I will make you a half-undead! "

There is no such thing as a half-undead in the world, and the so-called half-undead are actually a kind of cruel torture by necromancers.

Under the premise of maintaining the life of living organisms, part of the bodies of living organisms are transformed into undead forms.

The severance of the flesh and the tearing of the soul is enough to make any living creature desperate for death.

The half-werewolf looked down at the bone spear inserted in his right shoulder with despair in his eyes, and said in a hurry: "Lord, lord, spare your life!" I have a lot of money that I can give you..."