It may be because caring makes chaos, and Henrik, who kept talking about one item, became a little silent after coming to New Moon City.

He sat in the carriage without making a sound, wondering what he was thinking about.

"In a moment if we find clues to that thing..."

"Bang!"

The carriage jolted for a while, and Roger looked outside, and the city wall behind him was gradually receding. He glanced at Henrik and understood the meaning of the latter's words.

Henrik wanted to deal with the Female Night Devil alone.

"I can only send you here."

The speed gradually decreased, and the carriage stopped.

The two of Roger and Henrik got out of the car, and the New Moon City in the distance could hardly be seen, surrounded by a wilderness, a black crow landed on a dead tree, screaming piercingly.

"Please be sure to follow the path marked on the map. The wilderness in the outskirts of New Moon City is very dangerous."

The driver sighed.

"It's a really weird place because you never know where the monsters are going to come from."

Roger nodded, watching the carriage drive in the direction it came from. Compared with the cursed land he had been to before, New Moon City and its surrounding area were too large.

He didn't understand many of the rules here, and what he had seen and heard in the fishing village before also let Roger know that the wilderness outside New Moon City was very dangerous.

He opened the map and walked forward for about an hour before arriving at the village marked by the mission.

There is a very strange phenomenon here, the more people live there, the lower the chance of monsters appearing, and it is relatively safer.

When they came to the small village, it was noon, but the village was as quiet as a tomb, and there was not a single moving figure on the road.

From a distance, there are only a few sporadic households with smoke rising from their kitchens.

Henrik originally planned to step forward to ask, but before he could get closer, the pair of eyes that were close to the window quickly moved away, and then there was the sound of the door bolt being pulled.

"What's the matter with the people here?"

"Let me do it."

Roger took the initiative to stand up, and he followed the instructions on the mission information to a wooden door in the village.

"We came from New Moon City and came here to investigate the mummies that died before."

A cloudy eye flashed through the crack of the door, and his eyes stayed on Roger for a moment, showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Creak.

The wooden door was opened, revealing a face covered with ravines.

"Who are you……"

He looked at Roger in surprise.

"I'm here to investigate the monster attack in the village, can you take us to see those corpses?"

"Ah……"

The old man seemed to have a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, then nodded, "Come with me."

Roger gave Henrik a wink, who nodded and moved on to the rest of the village.

"When did the monster attack start?"

"About five days ago."

The old man frowned and thought for a moment.

"Peter was the first to die, an old bachelor, but on the night before his death, people around seemed to hear faint laughter coming from his room."

"Life is already hard, and in a world like this, who else can laugh?"

The two walked away from the village.

There was a grass shed on the hillside, and in the grass shed were several corpses lying side by side.

"One every night, if this continues, everyone in the village will die!"

The old man sighed, his cloudy eyes were full of confusion.

Roger stepped forward to examine each corpse carefully.

"It's true that the essence and blood on my body have been sucked dry!"

A slightly surprised voice came from behind, and Henrik followed him at some point. Roger gave him a questioning look, but Henrik shook his head.

It was obvious that the people in the village were very hostile to Henrik, and what he had done well in Bordeaux would not work here.

There were five corpses lying side by side under the shed. The corpses were all men, and each corpse looked very short because the blood had been sucked dry.

As mentioned in the mission introduction, even if you become a mummy, you can easily distinguish the smile on the face of the corpse.

Seeing this smile, Henryk couldn't help shivering.

"For five consecutive days, only one person was killed every day."

Roger glanced at Henrik, with a little doubt on his face, "Does she have another purpose, or is she limited in strength and can only kill one?"

"This is the usual trick of that woman. She likes to play with other people's emotions. According to her habits, she should come again tonight. We just need to stay in this village..."

An eager light flashed in Henrik's eyes.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Roger suddenly noticed a special red spot on the neck of the corpse. The dull color of the corpse blended with the red spot on the skin, making it difficult to distinguish for a while.

"This wound..."

Roger glanced at Henrik.

Henrik stared slightly, he bent down and quickly inspected the remaining five corpses, and when he stood up, the expression on his face had changed.

"This kind of wound was not made by the Night Devil." There was a strange expression on his face.

"That thing prefers to use its tongue. Their tongue is thin and long, and it will slide directly into the victim's body along the mouth..."

After listening to Henrik's description, Roger couldn't help shivering. Thinking about it, that feeling was very bad.

What the hell has this guy been through?

"Isn't it her?"

Roger was a little puzzled.

There was also a trace of hesitation on Henrik's face.

"Now I can't be sure, I can only wait until tonight."

The two discussed it, then turned around the village, found a high point, and the rest had to wait patiently.

After eating a little something and resting for a while, the time passed, the sun went down, and night fell.

Without modern facilities, the whole village was as dark as a quagmire at night, and as the last few lights disappeared, the surroundings fell into complete darkness.

Time passed little by little, and when it was close to midnight, there was a faint sound of breaking wind, and a faint black shadow passed by from a distance, and then landed on the tree branch at the head of the village.

There was no moonlight in this night, and the surroundings could not be seen, but even under such circumstances, Roger, who activated the hunter's vision, could clearly see the dark shadows on the branches in the distance.

It was a humanoid upright creature with a hairy head and a pair of wide fleshy wings on its back. The edges of the wings were as sharp as bone knives.

The thing's eyes were thin and long, and its mouth protruded outwards, and its mouthparts like straws could be seen between opening and closing.

"It's a vampire."

Henrik said in a low voice, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Obviously, they had the wrong target.

This thing will inject a special toxin into the opponent's body before killing humans. The toxin can paralyze the nerves and make people hallucinate.

And they can take this opportunity to enjoy every drop of blood of their prey.

"Fix it first."

Roger responded quietly.

This thing has the ability to fly, and it's best to kill it with one blow.

Henrik clenched the gun in his hand, "Just shoot, if it jumps into the air..."

"Crack!"