你好，我的狼人先生。

Chapter 4. Werewolf?

After walking out of the old man's house, Glen suddenly felt as if he was being watched.
Instinctively, following his feeling, his gaze fell on the second floor of the house opposite.
There was silence there. It seemed there was nothing abnormal. There was only darkness in the window.
"Who lives inside?" Glen murmured to himself in a low voice. It seemed as if he was asking someone else or asking himself.
Looking through his memory again, he was certain that he had never seen the owner of this house opposite the old man's house.
"Hehehe..."
A hoarse, low laughter came from behind, diverting Glen's attention.
He looked at the old man sitting in the house, half-hidden in the darkness.
"That guy opposite is very wealthy. You might consider paying him a visit."
This old man... Glen was too lazy to pay attention to him and said indifferently, "I will consider it."
...
Walking all the way out of the town, Glen wanted to go to the place where he was attacked last night. He wanted to retrieve that revolver.
Now that he had time-traveled, protecting his life was the most important thing. Later, he would consider making himself live more comfortably.
The people he cared about in his previous life had passed away one after another, and the achievements he wanted to achieve had basically been completed.
His life before time-traveling could be considered complete, so he didn't have much resistance to time-traveling.
Although the town still looked gloomy during the day, there was no danger. Otherwise, the original owner would have died long ago.
He didn't see any other townspeople entering or leaving on the road. Glen was the only one. There were very few bird calls either.
When Glen returned to the place where he woke up yesterday, the scene in front of him made him raise his vigilance.
The revolver was very conspicuous, and he spotted it at a glance.
But the bodies had become a pile of minced meat and hair attached to the scalp.
Were there wild animals here? Glen felt a chill down his back.
He took a few steps forward and picked up the revolver. He was about to leave quickly, but suddenly he smelled a smell that made him instinctively uncomfortable.
Not knowing which direction the smell came from, Glen stood still without moving. His eyes swept from side to side, and his fingers tightened the hunting rifle snatched from the old man.
He had checked. The hunting rifle could fire three shots, enough to deal with ordinary wild animals.
The smell became stronger and stronger. Something terrible was coming!
This place is really... Glen appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was extremely vigilant.
A slight sound entered his ears, like some creature stepping on dead leaves.
The sound came from far to near and was extremely subtle. If Glen's hearing hadn't become extremely sharp for some reason, he wouldn't be able to hear it either.
The sound of each step was like stepping on Glen's heartbeat rhythm, making fine sweat unconsciously seep out from his forehead.
He still couldn't determine the direction from which the sound came. There was also no discovery in his field of vision. This feeling of being able to only passively wait for danger to come made him very annoyed.
Shasha...
The sound suddenly disappeared, and silence returned around again. This was definitely not a good sign.
Suddenly, Glen only felt all the hairs on his body stand on end and his back was ice-cold.
Damn! Behind me!
While cursing in his heart, his body quickly rolled to the side. But the expected attack didn't come.
Puzzled, Glen squatted and looked.
The danger was indeed behind him.
It was a black wild beast about the size of a horse. It looked very similar to a wolf. It had only one eye on its forehead. Its head was relatively large compared to its body. The corner of its mouth split all the way to its neck. The terrifying fangs were half-exposed outside its lips. Overall, it was very terrifying.
At this moment, this monster was quietly looking at Glen. Its single eye revealed vigilance.
Silently aiming the hunting rifle at the other party, Glen wasn't sure if the gun could kill this monster. He didn't find any information about this monster in his memory, so he wouldn't shoot as long as it didn't show aggression.
Transparent saliva flowed down like a string of pearls. The monster kept licking its nose with its tongue, as if longing for something.
The man and the beast stared at each other for a few seconds.
In the end, the monster slowly moved and approached Glen. Its sharp teeth gradually became fully exposed, and it let out a low growl from its throat.
Glen knew that being approached by such a large wild beast, he had no chance of winning at all. So he resolutely fired!
Bang!
Blood splattered on the beast's forehead, making it let out a miserable howl.
But Glen could clearly see that the bullet didn't penetrate. The metallic luster flashed in the flesh above the single eye.
He didn't stop and quickly reloaded. The second shot was fired again!
However, the beast wouldn't give Glen a chance anymore.
Under Glen's wide-eyed gaze, the beast dodged to the side at an extremely unreasonable speed, barely avoiding the bullet.
"Damn!" Glen aimed again and prepared for the third shot, but a stench was already blowing in his face! The snow-white fangs were right in front of him!
"Get away!" Glen's body suddenly leaned back and he tried his best to twist his waist and abdomen. A heavy roundhouse kick directly hit the beast's chin upward.
Years of combat experience had been engraved into his soul. He didn't know if it was because the soul influenced the body or something else. For the first time using such a difficult move, there was no sense of awkwardness as expected.
At the moment of hitting, Glen only felt as if he had kicked an iron block. His sole was numb from the shock.
However, this roundhouse kick was powerful. With Glen's enhanced physique, the beast's body weighing more than 800 kilograms was kicked and flew backward, doing a backflip!
And because Glen lost his balance and fell on the grass, he quickly did a carp jump and stood up.
The beast that had taken that kick knew that Glen was not easy to mess with, so it didn't rashly continue attacking. Instead, it hesitated on the spot.
Glen was panting. The leg that had kicked was trembling non-stop. But at this time, he mustn't show any weakness. Otherwise, what would come would only be the beast's cruel hunt.
Whether it was because it had tasted human flesh or because this beast was naturally like this, it actually pounced on Glen again after pacing for a few seconds.
The latter immediately wanted to dodge, but their speeds were not on the same level. His ankle was bitten by the huge mouth. With the beast's sudden jerk of its head, Glen immediately felt dizzy.
His body hit the ground heavily. Pain swept through his whole body. Just as his vision became clear, he saw a bloodthirsty mouth looming over him. The breath of death was unprecedentedly clear, and his heart was beating extremely fast!
In an instant, the thing that filled his blood vessels suddenly boiled. Glen felt it was out of instinct. His body changed drastically. His right hand instinctively swung out.
Only a tearing sound was heard. The sound of tearing flesh accompanied by the beast's wail resounded through the forest.
Glen felt as if a thin veil of blood covered his eyes. His mind was filled with the desire for killing, longing for blood, longing for destroying everything!
He already had the intention to kill his opponent, so he took the initiative to attack the beast. The two fought together.
They were equally powerful, but Glen still retained his fighting instinct, so he easily suppressed it.
In less than half a moment, the beast's flesh was turned outward and its bones were exposed. The beast's body was in a terrible state.
After taking a few more moves, the beast was pressed to the ground by Glen with one hand and didn't dare to move. It let out a whimpering sound of begging for mercy and showing weakness.
Glen was about to finish it off. But a trace of clarity returned to his crazy eyes. And then he was completely rational.
He was stunned for a long time, feeling the surging violence in his heart. He showed a puzzled expression.
Looking down at the palm that was suppressing the beast, his entire arm was covered with black hair like steel needles. The sharp claws glistened with a cold light. Coupled with the wolf nose below in his field of vision, everything was clear.
He had turned into a werewolf!