"Alright, the contract is complete."
"Now, let's start the blood transfusion."
"Don't worry, no matter what happens ..."
"You'll think that it's just a nightmare ..."
"Hehehehe ..."
The old man's last laugh was creepy. Old Qin looked at the infusion bottle above. A drop of dirty blood dripped into the yellow liquid, exactly the same as the scene in the promotional video.
Then, he felt a wave of weakness.
His vision turned black, and he only regained consciousness after a while.
Old Qin still couldn't move. He looked to the left side of the bed. In a large pool of blood, a huge werewolf climbed out of the blood, and dirty blood was dripping from its fur.
The werewolf slowly crawled towards old Qin and then stretched out its sharp claws.
"What the hell is this bloody werewolf? I can't even move!"