Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 4 ：Werewolf?

As he left the old man's house, Glenn suddenly felt as if he were being watched.

He unconsciously looked in the direction of the feeling, and his eyes fell on the second floor of the house across the street.

It was quiet there, and there didn't seem to be anything unusual going on. The windows were just dark.

'Who lives there?' Glenn muttered to himself, as if he were asking someone else, but also as if he were asking himself.

Going through his memories again, he was sure that he had never seen the owner of the house opposite the old man's.

'Heh heh heh heh...'

A hoarse, deep laugh came from behind him, catching Glenn's attention.

He looked at the old man sitting in the house, half hidden in the darkness.

The guy across the street is quite rich, you might consider paying him a visit.

This old man... Glenn ignored him and said indifferently, 'I'll think about it.

...

Glenn walked all the way out of town to the place where he was attacked last night. He wanted to get the g*n back.

Now that he had crossed over, the most important thing was to protect his life and property, and then he could think about making his life more comfortable.

The people he cared about in his previous life had already passed away one by one, and the achievements he wanted to accomplish had basically been completed.

His previous life before the time of the crossing could be considered complete, so he didn't have much resistance to the crossing.

Although the city still looked eerie during the day, there was no danger, otherwise the original owner would have died long ago.

He didn't see any other townspeople coming and going on the road, and Glenn was alone, so he rarely heard birds chirping.

When Glenn returned to the place where he had woken up the day before, the scene that greeted his eyes alarmed him.

The revolver was conspicuous and he recognised it at a glance.

But the corpse had turned into a pile of flesh and hair, with the scalp still attached.

Was there a beast here? Glenn felt a shiver run down his spine.

He took a few steps forward, put the revolver down and was about to leave when he suddenly caught a whiff of something that made him instinctively uncomfortable.

Not knowing which direction the scent was coming from, Glenn stopped, his eyes scanning the area, his fingers tightening around the shotgun he had taken from the old man.

He had checked it and it had three shots, enough to take down most beasts.

The smell was getting stronger, and something terrible was coming!

This place was really... Glenn was calm on the surface, but inside he was on high alert.

A faint sound reached his ears, like some kind of creature stepping on dead leaves.

The sound came from far away and was so faint that Glenn would not have heard it had his hearing not suddenly become incredibly acute for some reason.

The sound of the footsteps beat like a drum on Glenn's heart, causing fine beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

He still could not make out the direction the sound was coming from and there was nothing in his line of sight. The feeling of having to wait passively for danger to strike annoyed him greatly.

Rustling...

The sound suddenly faded and silence reigned once more. That could not be a good sign.

Suddenly, Glenn felt his hair stand on end and his back go cold.

Shit! Behind me!

Cursing in his head, his body rolled to the side at breakneck speed, but the imagined attack never came.

Suspicious, Glenn crouched down to investigate.

The danger was indeed behind him.

It was a black beast about the size of a horse, very similar in appearance to a wolf, with only one eye on its forehead. Its skull was relatively large for its body, and its mouth stretched from corner to corner, revealing some of its sharp teeth half-n***d outside its lips.

The whole thing was very frightening. At that moment, the monster was quietly watching Glenn, one eye showing a hint of alertness.

He silently aimed his shotgun at the other party, not sure if it would kill the monster. He couldn't find any information about the monster in his memory, so he wouldn't shoot if it didn't show any aggression.

Transparent saliva dripped down like interconnected pearls, and the monster kept l*****g its snout with its tongue, as if it was longing for something.

The man and the beast just stared at each other for a few seconds.

Eventually the beast slowly approached Glenn, its sharp teeth becoming fully exposed and a low growl coming from its throat.

Glenn knew that he had no chance of winning against such a huge beast, so he fired!

Bang!

Blood suddenly appeared on the beast's forehead, causing it to let out a pitiful scream.

But Glenn saw clearly that the bullet had not penetrated, and the metallic sheen flashed in the flesh above the one-eyed monster.

Without pausing, he quickly reloaded and fired a second shot!

But the beast would not give Glenn another chance.

As Glenn's eyes widened in shock, the beast dodged the bullet with incredible speed.

Shit! Glenn aimed again, preparing to fire three shots, but the stench of blood was already in his face! The white fangs were right in front of him!

'Get out of the way! Glenn's body lurched backwards and he twisted his waist as hard as he could, delivering a heavy roundhouse kick that hit the beast's chin.

Years of combat had been imprinted on his soul, even if the body wasn't his.

At the moment of impact, Glenn felt as if he had kicked into a block of iron and his foot felt numb.

However, the roundhouse kick was full of power, and with Glenn's enhanced physique, the beast's body of over 800 kilograms was kicked backwards and toppled over!

Glenn fell to the ground as he lost his balance, but quickly rose to his feet with a backflip.

The beast that had taken the kick knew that Glenn was not to be trifled with, so it did not rashly continue its attack, but hesitated in place.

Glenn gasped, his leg shaking uncontrollably. He could not show any weakness or the beast would pounce mercilessly.

Whether it had tasted human flesh before or was just naturally aggressive, the beast pounced again after pacing for a few seconds.

Glenn immediately tried to dodge, but they were not on the same level. His ankle was caught in the beast's huge mouth and with a violent shake of the beast's head, Glenn felt his world spin.

His body slammed into the ground and pain shot through his body. Just as his vision cleared, he saw the blood-filled mouth looming over him. The sense of impending death was clearer than ever, and his heartbeat reached its limit!

In an instant, the things that filled his blood vessels suddenly boiled over. Glenn felt it instinctively. His body changed violently and his right hand instinctively swung out.

A loud c***k was heard, the sound of flesh being torn apart, accompanied by the howling of a beast, echoing through the forest.

Glenn felt as if his vision was obscured by a thin veil of blood and his mind was filled with a desire to kill, a thirst for blood, a desire to destroy!

He already had the will to kill his opponent, so he took the initiative to kill the beast, and the two began to fight.

They were evenly matched, but Glenn still retained his fighting instincts and easily subdued the beast.

In less than half a minute, the beast's flesh had been torn off, exposing its bones, and its body was a pitiful sight.

After a few more moves, the beast was pinned to the ground by Glenn's hand, unable to move and making a whimpering sound as it begged for mercy.

Glenn was about to finish it off when a trace of lucidity returned to his crazed eyes, then complete sanity.

He froze for a long moment, feeling the raging violence within him, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

He looked down at his hands, holding the beast down, and saw that the entire arm was covered in dark, needle-like fur, and the sharp claws glistened with cold.

He had become a werewolf!