Evelyn showed her body from the shadows, and at this moment she was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure.

The dark and ethereal limbs gradually turned into warm flesh, and the demonic whip rope on the back also disappeared, revealing the shape of a woman. The exquisite curves made no one irresistible.

Her thin clothes, but her hot and exposed body was enough to suffocate the coldness of the night. Even the coldest heart would melt, like a moth tempted toward the flames and destroy themselves.

She came out the window of a tavern, where candles were lit in it, damp and dark. This was the junction of light and darkness, and it was not abruptly connected.

She stepped into the shadows, but looked forward to the lights.

She had decided to deal with it casually tonight. The people who could be lured by her were at least still conscious. Unlike the drunken sack drunk who I met before, she could not get feedback on how she teased her, and it made people have no appetite.

Then she met all the beggars, drunkards or prostitutes, and she could not be interested.

Harming these people is like picking out withered petals. The withered branches and leaves can no longer bring pain. She is more willing to choose tall and strong daisies for herself, because only such flowers will bring the greatest satisfaction when picking.

Soon, a customer in the tavern noticed the breathtakingly beautiful face outside the window, which was exactly the same as his dream lover. No, it even exceeded his imagination.

He sat upright with a sensation, and the wine in his hand suddenly disappeared. The visual impact brought by the stunning woman overwhelmed the other senses, and his eyes had already reflected her appearance.

Evelyn smiled with a smile, hooked her finger at him, and then fled into the shadow outside the window. Even if she was not satisfied, she would maintain a false charming smile.

The man generously put down a silver coin at the bar, then tiptoed out of the main door, and followed Evelyn into the darkness, he was cautious in his movements, trying not to disturb other drinking customers. Because he wanted to enjoy this beauty tonight, he didn't want to share this bliss with anyone.

Facing the anxious man, Evelyn was not in a hurry to tear her face. Even if she was just a little clear soup, she would become more flavorful after cooking patiently.

But the limitations of the ingredients are there, and this kind of ingredient that can be seen everywhere does not need to be cooked so carefully.

Just sprinkle a little salt on the bloody wound to make it salty and suitable, and it is enough to swallow it.

"Do you want to have me?" Evelyn reached out to touch the anxious man. Her sharp nails cut a slight hole in the man's throat, and blood beads oozed out, but the man was unaware of it because he was too excited.

"I can't wait, I'll get you here." Under the window on the back of the tavern, in the open-air street, the man had already begun to unbutton his belt and take off his pants.

Evelyn was a little dissatisfied with this because she had always been the one who took the initiative. This man with a sperm brain had only the desire to solve his needs, just like a livestock that came in the estrus, but did not have the possessiveness of occupying a beauty.

There is no doubt that the latter appears more advanced and more humane.

She stretched out her nails and pretended to accidentally cut a hole in the man's waist, and the smell of blood suddenly filled with it.

The man finally felt something. He touched the stinging waist and looked at Evelyn with confusion.

But Evelyn dispelled his doubts with just one sentence: "The deeper the wound, the closer we are."

His pain finally made Evelyn feel alive, and then she found that the man had been hopelessly captured.

He stroked her face with his fingertips and stroked her round and tight skin. She held his hand and pressed against her body, while making a soft and slutty smile.

"Come on, it's better in the dark."

Evelyn's voice was extremely beautiful and illusory. She hooked the man's chin, and the latter accompanied her to the deeper part of the alley.

In the dark corner where she couldn't see her fingers, demonic horns began to grow quietly on her head, and two whip ropes with barbs appeared behind her.

The devil follows, but the man's eyes are blinded by beauty.

...

There is no moon tonight. The nearly full moon is blocked by thick clouds in the north. Only the weak areas can vaguely reveal some cold moonlight.

The dark night is a hunting stage tailor-made for dark creatures, and Shauna Vayne, as a dark night hunter, knows this.

Go out while the dark.

Vayne spent her whole life looking for the demon who killed her whole family. After years of hard searching, she finally followed the demon's footsteps.

She saw similar corpses in many places in Demacia. Their flesh and blood were cut off by sharp claws, gnawed with sharp teeth, pricked with sharp jaws, and beaten with braids.

But even though all kinds of wounds are covered with blood and blood is rippling, none of them is fatal.

Their mouths were wide open, and the terrified and puzzled expressions on their faces had frozen. The expressions on their faces when they saw their parents' bodies when they were sixteen years old were exactly the same.

Yes, the cause of death of the deceased is often frightened and dies from cardiac arrest.

In addition, they often wear clothes in half, as if they were forced to die after being humiliated. However, it is difficult to ensure that the clothes are intact during the crime. The victim will definitely resist the threat of death, so they will damage the clothes.

Faced with this strange situation, it can only be explained that after the victim took the initiative to untie their clothes, the murderer showed his fangs and began to torture the victim.

But the bigger puzzle comes. Why didn't the murderer run away when he was in the harm? The wounds on their bodies were obviously not fatal, but there was no sign of resistance.

It's like being tortured in a nightmare, and then being frightened to death at the moment of waking up from the dream.

Every time he saw the terrifying expressions of these dead people, Vayne would involuntarily think of her parents who died inexplicably, and the terrifying and desire-filled smile on the demon's face.

The devil's smile had penetrated deeply into Vayne's heart, making her unable to forget it in her life.

In the days to come, this smile will fill every inch of Vayne's body and plant the seeds of revenge.

The serial killer who created the murder was never arrested. Vayne came to Miyin City after a sect unsolved case. As she got closer to the date of the incident, she became more and more sure that she was not far from the demon.

A murder that happened here a few days ago made her conclude that the murderer who killed her parents was in this city.

Every night she would walk through the streets and alleys, with crossbows on her arms, and her heart was filled with a raging revenge, looking for traces of the demon.

And when she passed by a tavern, she suddenly smelled a slight smell of blood.
Chapter completed!