The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter - Chapter 8: Where Are My Shadow Wolves?

The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

I am a doctor, and after I became a zombie, I found that my face was paralyzed.

Actually, I didn’t want to block the zombies for my patient, but I accidentally stumbled and fell on him.

As for why I am conscious, it may be because I am handsome…

After all, compared to those A zombie that stinks and dries and still grows green hair, except that my skin is paler, my body temperature is a little lower, my pupils are a little discolored, and there are a few cyan veins on my neck, as long as I don’t say…

Actually I can still see that I am not a normal person.

I was able to determine that my stomach was not interested in humans.

However, my patient seems to smell delicious…

Rong Yun (smile): Be good, don’t bite anyone

Xiao Shenwei (face paralysis and rub hands): Okay, ah hoo~

- Description from Novelupdates

The signs were there. No one listened.Fifty years ago, a child was born with a prophecy etched into his mind:[The Ones Beyond seek the world and its Sparks.]He was not alone.Across the world, children followed—each carrying the same vision, each driven to madness by glimpses of a future no one believed in.They screamed warnings. They were ignored. Locked away. Buried.Then the world ended.The planet trembled.The galaxy convulsed.The universe fractured.Dimensional Gates tore open. Monsters emerged. Reality evolved.Survival became a privilege.—Uriel is a death row inmate, condemned for crimes that ensured the world would never mourn him.On the night of his execution, a stranger appears—calm, composed, and impossibly out of place.“I come from the future.”And with him, a way out.Not salvation. Not redemption.A bargain.Because no gift from fate comes without a cost.“Let’s make a deal.”

Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.