Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 539: Let’s use this one then_2.

He held Rella with one hand, and grasped the long-handle scythe, made from a combination of a cane and a blade, with the other. The single shirt beneath his trench coat couldn’t conceal the bulging muscles.

Yes, he had sliced through that Wildfire Sect believer’s half-transformed body with just one hand.

Another Wildfire Sect believer wanted to pursue, but then suddenly saw small black spheres dropping from their trench coat.

As these black spheres hit the ground, a series of explosions occurred immediately, like firecrackers, creating a pungent white fog.

Inhaling the white fog, the Wildfire Sect believer immediately fell to their knees, clutching their throat in agony.

And by the time other Wildfire Sect believers chased after them, Ryan and Rella were already nowhere to be seen.

"This guy..." Wood squinted slightly, "is definitely not simple."

Wood could smell Ryan’s scent, and if he wanted to pursue, he could easily catch up, especially since the other guy was dragging along a burden, and with Corpse Ghost already in town, he couldn’t run fast.

But Wood didn’t do so.

Because compared to this half-disabled old Hunter, the Saint was evidently more important.

Wood turned around and looked again at Vic, who was still trembling behind him.

Within just a few minutes, Vic’s transformation into a werewolf intensified again, with three-quarters of his face becoming wolf-like, the remaining quarter constantly twitching, and new black fur seeping through the skin bit by bit.

"Oh... it seems there’s no need to do it manually anymore." Wood said, "Are you going to awaken yourself, Saint?"

Vic didn’t speak, trembling more and more.

"What are you still hesitating for?" Wood slightly turned his body, letting Vic see the direction in which Ryan retreated, "Look at that old Hunter, he rescued the girl but left you behind, don’t you understand why?"

...Why?

Vic could hear Wood’s voice.

Yes, why?

Why did they leave only me?

Fear.

So afraid.

Vic closed his eyes.

He was back in the butcher’s pen, surrounded by cut meat, watching the butcher sharpening the knife.

He whimpered in the pen.

Because he was scared.

Really so scared.

Is there anyone who can come and save him?

Anyone.

Please,

save me.

... Vic.

"Swish"!

A piercing screech dragged Vic out of the hallucination, and he instinctively looked up, seeing a shadow holding a scythe sweeping up behind Wood.

It was... Ryan!

Wood naturally sensed Ryan’s surprise attack, he turned abruptly, raising his hand to block the scythe slashing toward his neck.

The same scythe that had previously sliced through the Wildfire Sect believer’s body quickly cut into Wood’s arm, but instead of cleaving through, as expected, it stopped when it hit some hard substance.

Ryan squinted a little.

It was... bone!

"You dare to come back here and die!"

Wood roared at Ryan, but Ryan remained unfazed, merely raising his hand to show his wrist to Wood.

There was a cut on his wrist, bleeding ceaselessly.

Wood realized something, hurriedly retreating, but it was a step too late as Ryan flicked the blood onto Wood’s face, then formed a hand seal.

With a "boom".

The spilled blood transformed into black flames, instantly setting half of Wood’s face ablaze.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Wood howled in pain.

But Ryan didn’t pursue further, as the other Wildfire Sect believers had also reacted, rushing towards him swiftly.

So he directly grabbed Vic’s hand.

"Let’s go, kid."

For a moment, Vic felt dazed again.

He seemed to see a small figure sneaking into the pen cautiously reaching out to him.

"Let’s go, Ade!"

He tried to unlock the shackles without making any sound, but still caught the butcher’s attention.

So the butcher from his memories, and the werewolf burning in reality, let out the same wild roar.

"Kid (Hunter), you courting death!"

Vic turned his head, seeing the whole body of the butcher, on fire, rushing towards them with a cleaver.

"Run, Ade!"

The scenes kept shifting afterward.

At one moment, he was being led on a wild run through an alley, at another, he was dashing across the wilderness. Sometimes, he was being held by the hand, sometimes embraced in someone’s arms.

The person running with him alternated between an elderly hunter and an extremely thin teenager.

Chasing them was the butcher engulfed in flames and a pack of ferocious dogs he owned.

The savage dogs lunged at the teenager, ferociously tearing at the flesh and blood on his body.

While escaping, the teenager both kicked the dogs away and protected the wounded boy in his arms.

Blood spilled all over the ground.

The teenager’s speed in running became progressively slower, and his strength in holding him became increasingly weaker.

In the end, the teenager fell, and the boy was thrown out.

When he looked up, he saw the butcher had caught up with the teenager.

...

Wood glanced at Vic, who lay on the ground, convulsing continually like a wounded pup, shook his head, stepped over his body, and walked towards Ryan, who was curled up a few meters away.

At this moment, there was hardly a spot on Ryan’s body left unscathed; only the Hunter’s Blood was supporting his final breaths.

"I don’t understand," Wood said, "You had already left, so why come back... You should be able to tell that he and you are not the same kind."

Ryan glanced at Vic and let out a low chuckle.

"You are not the same kind because you are monsters, and he... is not."

Vic ceased his trembling.

But Wood didn’t notice, just shook his head: "You’re only deceiving yourself, and choosing to lose your life for this delusion."

After speaking, he continued walking towards Ryan.

This time, Wood didn’t plan to hold back.

Ryan gently closed his eyes, calmly welcoming death.

But death did not come.

Ryan opened his eyes in confusion, only to be stunned by the scene before him.

For a silver wolf stood in front of him.

Wood’s eyes widened: "Saint?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Pure Silver Wolf let out a roar entirely different from before.

Electric arcs even flickered among its silver fur!

With a "whoosh" sound!

It lunged at Wood like a silver comet, directly knocking Wood dozens of meters away, forcibly pushing him out of the alley.

Ryan stared in shock at the silver wolf’s back, then recognized its identity based on the remaining cloth fragments.

That was... Vic?!

Why had he turned into this?!

Ryan had no time to ponder further, as Vic was already grappling with Wood.

After transforming into the Pure Silver Wolf, each of Vic’s attacks carried thunder, quickly subduing Wood.

"This form... has he awakened?!" Wood shouted in shock at Vic, "Damn it! You’ve awakened, so why still attack me?!"

Vic didn’t reply to Wood, as if he’d lost all reason, knowing only how to attack, attack again, and attack some more against Wood.

In just a few exchanges, Wood was left battered.

Under these circumstances, Wood knew he had to give his all, or he’d be beaten to death by Vic.

Thus, he let out a wolf’s howl, his half-wolf form instantly swelling several times, even towering over Vic by two heads!

Full transformation into a werewolf!

Wood mercilessly swiped his claw down, dispersing the thunder on Vic instantly, turning half his body into a bloody mess.

"Who do you think you are?!" Wood roared at Vic.

But Vic seemed oblivious to the pain, charging at Wood again.

He wasn’t just facing one enemy.

The other Believers of the Wildfire Sect, also in their full werewolf forms, charged up as well.

Thus, the battle instantly turned into a hunt.

The black wolves hunted the silver wolf.

Ryan, from within the alley, witnessed it all.

He struggled to rise and assist Vic.

For Ryan knew Vic was doing it to save him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lured those Believers out of the alley.

But he was too gravely injured; even the Hunter’s Blood couldn’t heal this severely aged and damaged body, only watching as Vic was besieged, pieces of flesh torn from his body by the black wolves, while the flickering lightning quickly dispersed.

"Damn it!" Ryan never felt so useless, cursing in despair and pounding his battered body, "Move!"

At this moment, a man’s voice echoed from the depths of the alley.

"Do you want to save that child?"

Ryan was slightly startled, instinctively turning his head, only to see an outstretched hand.

In the palm, there lay an eye as radiant as a star.

"If you want to, use this."