Can I really survive the siege of these monsters? Hitzfeld wasn't sure, but she had to take the gamble. Just now, she discovered another additional ability of her left eye. Her right eye has excellent vision and she can read the additional small words at the bottom of the street sign from across the street. But her left eye vision is very poor. Except when she is very tired, she can enter the state of synchronized dream. If it is exposed at other times, it will even have a negative effect. For example, she had previously used both eyes to aim at the target and shoot, but because of the intersection of her vision, she made a serious error in her judgment of space, and none of the ten bullets hit the target. But just now, she also used both eyes to aim, and her hit rate soared to 100%. Is it a coincidence? It should not be. She still remembered that when she rushed to the Will's house and shot the Nightmare Man, she entered a similar state.
Because of running, the eye patch fell slightly, causing her to aim at the target with both eyes at the same time. And because of exhaustion, she also entered a state of synchronized dreaming. This makes the images seen by the two eyes no longer chaotic, but overlaps synchronously, almost "mechanically" pointing out a shooting path for her. I didn't pay much attention to it before. But now she is sure that this should be some kind of manifestation of the power of her left eye! "boom!" Holding the gun in his right hand and dragging the handle with his left hand, Hitzfeld took the initiative to attack. A split-mouthed wolf had a piece of its forehead peeled off and fell straight down from the roof. There are seven more. "Ow—" The other demon wolves howled fiercely and pounced on her by stepping on the wall. "boom!" "boom!" Maintaining his mentality, Hitzfeld performed steadily. The two wolves were shot in the head in mid-air and slid to her feet due to inertia. ...There are five more! The girl rolled over to avoid the fishy wind behind her, then turned over and fired two more shots. ...three! But this time, she had neither the time nor the space to attack again.
The remaining demon wolves were less than half a meter away from her. One of them pounced on her and threw her to the ground, opening its four sharp teeth to try to bite her head. "Um……!" Hitzfeld turned his head sharply, grabbed the wolf's neck with his left hand, put his right hand on its throat and pulled the trigger. "boom!" The warm, rancid liquid splashed all over her face. "what!" Before she could get up, her boots... her left ankle seemed to be clamped tightly by an iron clamp, and a great force dragged her out from under the wolf's corpse. "Get out! ... Get out!" Fear gradually filled her brain. She kicked the wolf's head hard with her right foot, and at the same time she felt as if her left hand had grabbed a rope. rope…… Paper bag for books? The fishy wind blows against my face. Hitzfeld immediately grabbed the bag and used it as a shield in front of his left face. "crunch-" The package was clamped by four sharp teeth, and the books inside were squeezed and twisted. "boom!" There was a gunshot. The demon wolf that had bitten the girl's left foot whimpered and fell down. "Huh...huh..." Gasping heavily, Hitzfeld moved his body to sit up, slowly raised his gun, and aimed at the gray-haired monster holding the paper bag. This is the last one. She pulled the trigger with a hint of ferocity and pleasure. "Click." "..." Out of bullets. "call!" "what!!!" She was knocked to the ground by the wolf for the second time.
Facing the wolf kiss in a hurry, all she could do was raise her left hand to block her head. "boom!" Another gunshot. When I opened my eyes, I saw the wolf's body fall down. Alfred walked out from behind the flower bed, holding a long-barreled shotgun, wearing leather boots, a pipe in his mouth, a top hat and a long windbreaker, and ejected the shell with a "click". "Yo." He whistled at the girl. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have a meal at your place." -------- Thanks to the Dark Valkyrie Ice, Zhong_De_Aili, Eden Paradise, msrxrz, Jingjing Zi~, Platinum Rinko Kitchen, Pig Nose, Tota Songstress Ai Mei, Baipiao Xiaodi, Inoue Xinye and other friends for their blades and rewards~ thank you very much! Ahem, especially the golden treasure chest of Bingdis, it added too many collections... Thank you very much!!! (?o?φ)?? Chapter 38: Sunset and Wolves Seeing someone appear in front of him, Hitzfeld instinctively shrank back. Rancid blood flowed down her forehead. In order to prevent it from being contaminated by dirt, she closed her left eye tightly, not realizing that this just proved her identity as a "blind person". There is no word for half-blind in Sara. Whether one is blind in one eye or both eyes, they use the word "blind". "Don't be nervous." As if he could see that the girl was afraid, Alfred shook his head, walked over and kicked all the wolf corpses on the ground away. Then he no longer looked at her, but carefully observed the corpses of these beasts. From time to time, he looked up and around, muttering something in a low voice. This approach greatly eased Hitzfeld's tension. After about a few minutes, her overdrawn strength miraculously recovered again. The tension faded, the blood cooled, Hitzfeld leaned against the flower bed behind him, curled up his left foot, and began to check the wound on his leg. She remembered that her left ankle must have been bitten. The light brown hard leather boots were covered with teeth marks. She took off the boots, tore open the stockings at the ankles, and saw a total of thirteen tiny wounds on the skin. Fortunately, because it was winter, the lady had stuck a layer of soft animal fur into her boots. The thick covering prevented the teeth from piercing her skin further, and apart from a little pain, it did not affect her movement at all. "Boom!" A tattered little cloth bag was thrown in front of him. Looking up, Alfred gave her a creepy smile.
"There are ointments and medical bandages for treating wolfsbane." "You can choose not to...if you want to be infected by the Corruption." Hitzfeld glanced at him, silently took the bag, and took out the ointment and bandages to treat his own wounds. Alfred raised his eyebrows. After bandaging the wound, Hitzfeld put on his boots, stood up, walked to the nearest wolf corpse, put one foot on its neck, and pulled the backpack out of its mouth with force. "Are you from Shadow Lion?" She looked at Alfred. With the key to No. 221, he can always keep track of her movements in Wayne Port and is willing to protect her from attacks by evil creatures. Previous reasoning has confirmed that this person does not belong to the library, so the only supernatural organization that can match him is Shadow Lion. "The waters of Wayne Port are much deeper than you think. I know of no less than 10 supernatural organizations." Alfred scoffed. "But you guessed it right this time... Was it Ethan who gave you the news?" "Shadow Lion has been keeping an eye on the successor of Dawson Literary Society. From this point of view alone, you should always pay attention to my movements." Hitzfeld said calmly, handing over the empty packet. "I don't think they would allow a weird old man like you to approach me easily. You are the only organization capable of guarding No. 40-221 for 222 years." "You're more well-behaved than I thought." Alfred took the bag and casually hung it on his belt at the back of his waist. "And you're smart... No wonder the lady couldn't help but accept you as her apprentice." "I know you must have many questions to ask me, but please wait a moment and let me put this dangerous work of art away." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the girl, but walked to the middle of the street with a gun on his shoulder and stood still. Hitzfeld saw that he was holding an incense box in his left hand and that his lips were moving as he muttered something. "boom!" Then he suddenly raised the gun with one hand and shot at the street corner. "Crack!" With the hit point as the center, all the scenery was cracked like a mirror. This change soon spread to the ends of the streets on both sides. The sunset, wolf corpses, flower beds, and street sign shops all disappeared as the mirrors shattered, and a huge noise and clamor surrounded them. They were back on the normal streets. This was on the roadside. Several young men and women dressed in fashionable clothes passed by Hitzfeld. One of the girls let out a short scream when she saw her, pointed at the blood on her face and body, pulled her companion, and then they all burst into laughter.
"...?" Hitzfeld tried her best to maintain her calm appearance, but her widened right eye betrayed her. A tram roared by, and she followed it to the edge of the road, staring at Alfred who was standing there. The shotgun was wrapped in a black leather holster and slung over his shoulder, and compared to a few seconds ago, he had something extra in his hand. An oil painting. Hitzfeld silently dropped the Plankton into his bag, walked over, and stared at the painting with him.