In the morning after the rain, the air is cool and refreshing.
The tarpaulin covering the truck bed was filled with water, like small puddles one after another. Wu Chan slowly lifted up the rainproof cloth, collected the rainwater, poured some into the portable filter first, then poured it into the water tank of the truck, and used the remaining water to wash his face.
Next to the truck, Wu Chan used scrap steel plates picked up from around to build a small platform on the ground. He placed the energy-releasing furnace on top, used a fang flying knife to cut off some fragments of high-energy bricks and put them into the energy-releasing device. When he flipped the switch, a small blue flame burst out from the furnace eye.
Open the gate at the bottom of the filter and clear, clean water flows into the iron kettle. Wu Chan poured a cup of cold water to soothe his throat and quench his thirst, then put the iron kettle on the fire. While the water was boiling, Wu Chan climbed into the front cab and found a portion of compressed biscuits and compressed meat jerky.
Tear the dried meat into strips and throw it into an iron box. Pour boiling water on it to turn it into a simple box of broth. Wu Chan dipped compressed biscuits into broth for breakfast. The aroma of the broth wafted out in the wind, and people passing by were attracted by the aroma and stopped to take a look.
After breakfast. Wu Chan filled the water bottle from the iron kettle and used the remaining water to rinse the iron box containing the broth. After packing everything up, he started the armored truck and started to leave Wolfsburg.
Not long after the car drove out, the road ahead was blocked by several pickup trucks, and a dozen people gathered around to watch something.
Wu Chan got out of the car with a long fang knife. The onlookers turned their heads and looked over. Wu Chan recognized several of them as guests of the hotel last night. They first looked at Wu Chan, and then when their eyes fell on the long knife in Wu Chan's hand, they showed a bit of unfriendliness.
Wu Chan didn't care about the reactions of these people because his attention was attracted by the scene in front of him.
Rather than saying that a fierce battle took place here, it was better to say that it was destroyed like a vent of hatred.
The ground cracked open, and the three-layered steel wall was knocked into seven or eight depressions. A large amount of blood covered it like a splash of ink. The most shocking thing is that the steel plates on both the floor and the wall are left with exaggerated gaps one after another. These are not opened by humans with axes, but claw marks.
Wu Chan heard correctly last night. Sure enough, a beast broke into Wolf Castle, and it was a giant wolf. Judging from the size of the claw marks, this giant wolf is at least three meters tall.
Who is the opponent fighting the giant wolf
A master of swordsmanship.
In sharp contrast to the wild and violent claw marks is the neat and smooth blade. The knife marks are like handwriting, highlighting the calmness and careful calculation of the swordsman. Every knife must have a purpose, and there are no unnecessary movements.
Wu Chan understood why the onlookers' eyes changed when they saw the sword in his hand. It turned out that they regarded Wu Chan as the swordsman.
But Wu Chan's first reaction was to think of the ghost slayer last night.
It seems that this giant wolf is the target of the ghost slayer who came to Wolf Castle.
At the same time, Wu Chan was slightly surprised. The battle last night lasted for more than five minutes. What kind of beast could survive the sword skills of the ghost slayer for so long? Moreover, if Wu Chan guessed correctly, the giant wolf He was not killed by the ghost slayer.
Wu Chan wanted to go back to the hotel to see if the ghost slayer was injured, so as to repay the favor he reminded him twice last night.
The car drove to the door of the hotel and saw a resource recovery team getting ready to go. There were eight or nine people in total. One of them was a motorcycle rider wearing a black leather jacket who was very eye-catching. He was riding a motorcycle with a style that made every man dream of it. He was riding a heavy motorcycle without a helmet. He was about the same age as Wu Zen. His hair stood on end. Under a pair of unruly eyes was an old scar across the bridge of his nose, adding a fierceness to his lean face.
The armored truck also attracted the attention of the resource recovery team, and they all turned to look at the man who walked out of the cab.
The motorcyclist noticed Wu Chan looking at him and glared at him hard.
When it comes to staring at each other, Wu Chan, who has the natural advantage, has never lost to anyone. The motorcyclist found that he couldn't help but want to avoid those sharp eyes. He felt like he had lost face, and his heart suddenly became angry.
"What are you looking at? Are you looking for death?!"
Wu Chan said: "You look good."
Motorcyclist: “…”
No one has ever been able to tease him in public like this, let alone a man!
The motorcyclist got off the motorcycle and pointed his rough index finger at Wu Chan: "You really fucking want to die!"
A man with a steady face pressed down the motorcyclist's hand and asked Wu Chan, "What does this brother do for you?"
Wu Chan said: "I happened to pass by."
The man made a helpless gesture.
Wu Chan walked into the hotel.
Behind the bar, the young boss who was wiping the wine glasses with a dry cloth showed a friendly smile. It seemed that this was not his second meeting with Wu Chan, but an old friend.
He obviously heard the conversation outside the door and teased: "Are you interested in men?"
Wu Chan said: "No."
The young boss put down his work: "The group outside the door is a resource recovery team called 'Iron War Horse'. When you came last night, all of them were resting upstairs."
"I don't care who they are," Wuchan said.
The young boss said: "How about some venison for breakfast?"
Wu Chan stopped talking in circles and pointed with his hand: "Has the person who sat in that seat left yesterday?"
The young boss said: "You mean the man wearing the moon ring? He left just after dawn."
Wu Chan asked: "Is he injured?"
The young boss smiled: "Who just said you are not interested in men?"
Wu Chan said coldly: "I'm not interested in men, but I am interested in turning men into dead people."
The young boss was not afraid: "Don't be so fierce. No one can hurt the ghost slayer, right?"
Wu Chan had finished asking what he wanted to ask, turned around and was about to leave the hotel door. There was a sigh from behind.
"Knowing that the mountains are poisonous, you go to the poisonous mountains instead."
!
Wu Chan's steps faltered and he turned his head.
In the shadow behind the bar, the young boss's eyes are penetrating.
"Let me give you a reminder. You are not the only smart person in the old city. Others are determined to get what you want."
"Why help me."
"It's probably been too long that no one has been able to see through my 'Smoke Soul Puppet' at once."
Wu Chan was surprised that the Smoke Soul Puppet has a super power on the top 100 super powers list in the world. If Wu Chan remembers correctly, the owner is over fifty years old, and the young boss looks to be at most twenty-four or five years old.
"Who are you anyway?"
"The owner of the Wolfsburg Inn." The young boss asked with a smile, "What about you?"
"The owner of a waste incineration station." Wu Chan replied.
"It's really interesting. Next time you come, be sure to let me buy you a drink." The young boss said.
When Wu Chan walked out of the hotel, the resource recovery team named Iron War Horse had already left. He walked into the cab and started the truck. After driving a few dozen meters, he glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly saw two familiar faces.
Behind the car, the tobacco man and the car repair shop owner mechanically waved their arms to see Wu Chan off. It was clearly under the sun, but they were full of ghosts.
Wu Chan stepped on the accelerator, and the truck pushed the figure far away, and soon it was out of Wolf Castle.
The road was rutted, pointing in different directions.
After Wu Chan drove two kilometers, a man on foot appeared in the middle of the road ahead. It was the ghost slayer.
The armored truck drove up next to him, slowed down, and Wu Zen lowered the window.
"Wherever you want to go, I'll give you a ride."
"No need." The ghost slayer looked forward and kept walking.
Walking under the sun all morning made a thin layer of sweat break out on his forehead, but his narrow fox eyes were firm and his back was straight as if tied to a steel rod.
"Thank you for the reminder yesterday." Wu Chan said.
"No need to thank you," said the ghost slayer.
"You were the one fighting last night," Wu Chan said.
"Yes." said the ghost slayer.
"Who are you fighting with?" Wu Chan asked.
"Wolf." said the ghost slayer.
"You didn't kill it." Wu Chan said.
"It's very strong," said the ghost slayer.
"Since you are willing to chat with me, why not get in the car." Wu Chan invited again.
"No." The ghost slayer stopped, turned his head, and stared at Wu Zen with his fox eyes, as sharp as a pair of steel cones under the sun, "Because I can't help but kill you."
"Why?"
"You smell like a vampire."