Ch-12 Little Red Riding Hood

Ryan left the secret room.

The girl who had been waiting outside the door looked toward the secret room after seeing Ryan come out.

"Ah!"

The next second, the bloody scene made the girl scream.

Ryan frowned and raised his hand to cover the girl's mouth.

"The priest was just possessed by a demon, and I helped him cast it out."

"Now go find a doctor to help him stop the bleeding."

The panicked girl suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder the priest had such a cruel expression on his face just now. It turned out that he was possessed by a demon.

So it was this man who saved her. Thinking this, the girl looked at Ryan with gratitude.

"I'm going to find a doctor!"

Watching the girl walk away, Ryan planned to leave the church as well.

As for whether the priest will survive, what does that have to do with him?

'Next, go to the village chief and i should be able to find some clues about the werewolf.'

It's very obvious now how things have developed.

The appearance of the werewolf must have something to do with the Village Chief.

In fact, the Village Chief is probably the mastermind behind all of this.

Just as he was about to leave the church, Ryan suddenly saw the huge cross standing behind the church.

The cross was several meters high and covered with a layer of silver.

This church has existed for at least several decades. So this thing can be considered an antique.

"Don't come here for nothing."

Ryan raised his hand and put on cross.

'Sacrifice'

Swoosh!

A flash of light and the giant cross instantly disappeared.

Ryan felt something extra in his hand.

He opened his palm and saw an exquisite cross necklace, about ten centimeters long, radiating a holy and blinding light.

After a moment, the light gradually faded.

Everything seemed to be an illusion.

Ryan frowned and felt a strong sense of unease throughout his body. It seemed as if his body instinctively rejected this cross necklace.

Thinking of the werewolf blood in his body, Ryan's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding.

Silver items have a strong inhibiting effect on werewolves.

If a silver weapon pierces a werewolf's body, a simple injury can cause fatal damage.

Since he has werewolf blood in his body, he will naturally be affected by silver items.

However, his werewolf blood is obtained through the ability of sacrifice, which is fundamentally different from normal werewolf blood.

Therefore, unlike ordinary werewolves, he has no resistance to silver products.

Even this blessed cross necklace only made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

If he were an ordinary werewolf, it is estimated that when he touched this cross, he would have been lying on the ground, powerless, waiting to die.

"It will come in handy when encountering these difficult dark creatures."

Ryan muttered softly.

In Western legends, most dark creatures and fantasy species have obvious weaknesses.

For example, elves fear iron.

Werewolves are afraid of silverware, and vampires are afraid of crosses.

This cross necklace can be of great use when encountering powerful dark creatures.

Ryan placed the cross necklace in his personal space and left the church.

Just as he was about to head for the village chief's house, a figure suddenly appeared around the corner.

Ryan frowned and turned sideways to avoid it.

The figure seemed to recognize him and ran headlong into him.

With a scream of pain, Ryan didn't feel a thing because he was thick-skinned.

The woman who hit Ryan, however, lost her balance and sat on the ground.

"It hurts!"

The woman rubbed her buttocks and slowly raised her head.

When their eyes met, Ryan's eyes lit up.

The woman sitting on the ground was wearing a red knee-length skirt, a red velvet hat, and a red cloak behind her. She was 1.7 meters tall, her skin was as white as snow, and her long golden hair was casually scattered, setting off her white skin even more.

Her chest was high, and her cleavage was deep and long, with no bottom.

Under the black corset, her slender waist was so thin that it could not be grasped, and the loose long skirt could not cover her exaggerated figure.

The waist was wide and straight, and the slight curve was as round as a peach.

Below it was a pair of straight, well-proportioned, slender legs, white and flawless.

Exquisite face, fiery red lips, pure and enchanting.

Looking at this girl in high heels, long legs and black stockings, Rhodes couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Women with this figure, appearance, and temperament are extremely rare even in modern society. They actually appeared in a ramshackle village.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to visit my sick grandmother and accidentally bumped into you."

The girl sitting on the ground stood up with a pained expression and an apologetic look in her eyes.

"Grandma?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

Before he could ask, the girl took the initiative to explain.

"My grandmother lives alone in the forest. I have to go there quickly, otherwise it will be dangerous to be alone at night."

Ryan heard this, his expression a little strange.

A seriously ill grandmother was fragile.

If this was played according to the normal script, should he take the initiative and offer to go with her?

But isn't it a bit too coincidental?

He just came to the village and ran into something like that.

And the most important point:

How dare a young girl go alone into the forest where werewolves appear.

Everything is too random.

Ryan thought for a while and planned to continue the game.

'If you don't take the initiative to walk into the trap, how can you know who's behind it?'

"It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'd better go with you."

"By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"I don't have a name, but everyone call me Little Red Riding Hood!"