Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 2： Old man

This was not far from the road where he had fainted, and he had seen it during the fight in the woods, so Glenn was not lost.

His vision was blurry at times and clear at others. He felt as limp as a mollusk and was tempted to take a nap.

But from the perspective of the original owner's memories, this place was very strange and terrifying. If he closed his eyes, he would probably never open them again.

It had gone completely dark, with only a full moon hanging silently in the night sky. The moon's light illuminated the path ahead, but Glenn did not feel the least bit reassured.

There was a broken signpost leaning crookedly at the side of the road, written in the universal language of the world, 'Bayek'.

This was the great place the original owner, Dylan, had chosen.

He had felt so lucky to have bought such a bargain and had been gloating for a while.

It wasn't until he arrived in town with the owner that he felt a little uneasy.

Glenn crossed the street sign with a pale face. A cool breeze was blowing and the sign was creaking with some heavy noises.

I hope there aren't any monsters at night... Glenn prayed in his heart.

Looking back through his memories, the previous owner had heard eerie and strange noises every night since he entered the city.

There were a few times when it seemed as if something was scraping against his window.

Because of this, the original owner had not slept well for several days.

The small town of Bayek was very quiet at night, suffocatingly so.

Glenn tried his best not to make a sound as he walked slowly along the cobbled street.

The gaps between the stones were overgrown with tall weeds, making the place look desolate.

Having to endure the pain and look out for possible dangers in the West Zhou, Glenn was mentally exhausted.

Finally, he saw his house, tucked between two large houses with vegetation growing up the outside walls, looking so shabby compared to its neighbours.

The original owner, Dylan, had bought a two-storey townhouse with a garden and a dilapidated shed no bigger than a dog kennel.

I've finally arrived... Glenn felt a sense of relief and quickened his pace.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Suddenly there was a series of frantic barks that almost shook Glenn to his core.

Such loud noises on such a quiet night would frighten anyone.

Turning his head, he saw that it was a burly bulldog with fierce eyes and bared teeth barking at him.

It belongs to the neighbour who lives next door to me. The owner is a big old man who usually likes to bully the original owner. Not only is he moody, but he often goes into the original owner's house and takes things as if they were his, whether the original owner sees them or not.

This bulldog will also often chase the original owner, bite him and tear his clothes.

Although the original owner used to be a dandy, his attitude changed a lot after the family's misfortune. Also, the old man was obviously stronger than him, and Dylan, the original owner, could not resist.

On top of that, the old man often carried a shotgun, so the original owner was even more afraid to make a move.

Glenn stopped in his tracks, his eyes coldly watching the bulldog, his right hand already reaching for the dagger.

Suddenly, the pitbull sniffed the air hard and a gleam of excitement appeared in its eyes.

It had caught the scent of blood.

After a low growl, it licked its teeth and approached Glenn.

Noticing the change in the pitbull, Glenn stayed where he was, his right hand already clenching the dagger.

He could tell that this beast wanted to eat human flesh today! He could not hold back either.

Perhaps it was because he was used to bullying Dylan, but the pitbull had no fear of humans and continued to approach. When he was only two metres away, he suddenly pounced!

Glenn reacted quickly, and as his body tilted to the side, the dagger formed a perfect crescent, piercing the pitbull's neck with precision.

Man and dog staggered apart. Glenn stumbled and nearly fell, while the dog fell to the ground, convulsing.

Glenn was surprised to find that although his mind was weak, his strength had recovered quite a bit.

He had originally thought he would fall forward, but he actually managed to steady himself.

Without bothering to find out why, Glenn ignored the howling dog on the ground, walked into the courtyard of his house and unlocked the door with the key under a stone.

The house had a musty smell, but it wasn't strong.

Glenn, who was in no mood to look around the house, just wanted to rest.

He closed the door and walked up the wooden stairs to his bedroom.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he fell head first onto the still soft bed.

His tensed nerves finally relaxed and his consciousness began to fade...

He didn't know how long he'd been asleep. Half awake, Glenn felt a strong hunger in his stomach that made him feel very uncomfortable, but he had no desire to get up.

He was so tired that even that hunger couldn't get him out of bed.

And just before his consciousness drifted back to sleep, he seemed to hear the sound of something chewing.

Outside the bedroom window.

Bright moonlight streamed into the bedroom and a long, thin figure could be seen swaying outside the window.

An elongated forelimb was slowly scraping the wall, making a slight, sharp scraping sound. It was obvious that this creature had claws...

The next day.

Glenn awoke with a strong sense of hunger.

As soon as he opened his bloodshot eyes, he jumped out of bed. After some rest, his mind was not as tired as the day before, but the hunger still tortured him.

Glenn had never experienced hunger like this. It almost destroyed his mind and he longed to stuff everything into his stomach.

He rushed out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen, remembering that the previous owner had left some leftovers and ingredients.

After a flurry of activity, Glenn turned the kitchen upside down.

Whether it was leftover salad or moldy food, he gulped it down and the terrible feeling of hunger eased a little.

What was going on? He'd only been hungry for a day and a night, he shouldn't feel like this. Glenn sat on the messy kitchen floor and furrowed his brow.

I'm still hungry, I need to eat something... After sitting for a while, Glenn stood up.

He suddenly let out a sound of surprise as he noticed that his body seemed to have become much stronger.

He felt especially strong when he stood up. Glenn touched his arm and could feel that his muscles seemed to have become very strong and also a little bigger than the original owner's.

Could it be because I came here through time travel? Is Golden Finger all about physical strength? Glenn didn't have the heart to think too much about that right now. Finding something to eat was the priority, so he put his doubts aside for the time being.

After searching the house again, he couldn't find any more food, which made Glenn very desperate.

Should I go out of town to buy some food? Glenn sat on the sofa in the living room and thought.

There was no place in this town where he could trade, and the people of Bayek all went out to trade.

To get resources, you have to go to other towns, but the journey is not short, and you usually go out in the morning and return in the evening.

There is not much balance left in the body... Just as Glenn was struggling, he heard a familiar voice outside.

Tore! Tore! Where have you been, baby?

It was the old man's voice, and Tore was the dog's name.

Glenn suddenly smiled when he heard that voice...