After the knife was completed, the effect of gravity restraint had also ended, but Benny seemed a little at a loss.

They didn't find the vampire queen in the palace. There were only Heidi and dozens of bodyguards in the huge palace, and there was not even a vampire.

Heidi was already frightened by the **** scene in front of him, and couldn't smell anything at all. As for the others, Benny made a quick move just now, and he didn't leave anything alive except Heidi.

After tossing in the middle of the night, confirming that Heidi didn't know anything, the three looked at each other and could only go back to the bar temporarily for long-term discussions.

The corpses in the wine cellar of the bar have been buried. John called the homes of several deceased who could still be identified. Unexpectedly, there was no such collapse as Benny imagined. In the scene, the knowledge who got through the phone sobbed softly, arranging a date to greet the bones, and preparing to welcome the deceased home, but some calls could not be made at all.

As for those who were unrecognizable and whose whereabouts were unknown, John notified his friends to help contact. Now that the bodies have not been found, it is not certain that they have been killed.

After working hard, the sky was already dark, and the three of them did not rest immediately, but sat in front of the bar and drank wine.

"I thought that the notification to the family would be very tragic."

Benny took a sip of wine in his mouth and frowned.

Maybe it's been too long, the taste of this wine is a bit unpleasant, not sour.

"This is the home of hunters. Few can retire safely. Most of them will be killed in the middle. This is what they expected when they became hunters." John laughed at himself and drank the drink in his glass. He poured himself a glass and said, "Their family has known this for a long time, if they still have family members alive."

"I have to admit that when I didn't understand the hunter's business in the past, in my imagination, the hunter should be a cool character. Of course, in most people's understanding, the hunter should be like this."

"It's cool? Wearing a black windbreaker, sunglasses, and two big knives behind him, avoiding evil wherever he goes? Haha, Ben, that's a scene only in the movie."

John seemed to have thought of something, and he laughed.

"Real hunters mostly take this road after their family members are attacked by supernatural creatures or even after the whole family is killed. Just like the western cowboys, the western cowboys in the movie are very cool, but in fact, hehe."

Benny nodded in agreement.

He was confused when he first came to this world, even after learning that he was in the world of Weird Story, he just wanted to survive. In fact, for a long period of time, he has maintained the habit of his previous life, doing nothing and doing everything he wants, without ambition.

Benny has no plans for his future, and despite the support of such a strong skill attribute panel, he still doesn't know what he should do. Regardless of how busy he has been for more than a year, in fact there is almost nothing he did on his own initiative.

Whether it is the witch of Angerville Manor or the witch who **** babies, whether it is Wendig in the mine or the **** of the winter solstice in the hut in the woods, he fights back only when they provoke him first.

In essence, Benny almost never thought about what he was going to do. He worked hard to keep himself busy, worked hard to make money, expanded the store, enthusiastically helped the people around him, pretending that he was still Hope’s childhood, and he has been working hard to keep himself busy. Get up, but in fact, are these things he really wants to do? He didn't know it himself.

He almost never asked himself what he wanted to do and what his goal was.

Because he was afraid.

In this suture monster-like world, he was alone. Friends, relatives, parents, and colleagues he knew well in his previous life were not here, and he couldn't even contact them.

In this world, 11 was adopted by him, but in essence, there was no reason why he was afraid of being alone alone. He wanted to keep himself busy and not think about the future, so he made this choice.

Hope is the same as this friend.

Benny knew very well in his heart that the person Hope valued was the dead Benny, the Benny who had played with Hope since childhood, not him, this lonely wild ghost from another world.

Sometimes watching Hope show his heart unreservedly to him, Benny can't help but think, if he tells Hope that his soul wears Benny, will Hope still treat him as a brother?

Hope is this body as a brother, not his soul!

Whenever he thinks of this, a kind of fear emerges in Benny’s heart. This fear prevents him from blurting out the truth and makes him even more guilty when facing Hope, as if he was the one who killed Hope’s good brother. Same.

This weird feeling continued until John and Bobby appeared one after another. Almost instinctively, Benny longed to be friends with these two strangers who had a little similarity to him as soon as possible, because this would prove that they made friends. It's his soul, not Benny's body.

"Ben? Are you okay, Ben?"

Benny's thoughts were pulled back to reality by John, he was shocked, raised his glass and nodded at John.

"Thank you, John."

John was stunned, wondering where Benny’s thanks came from. But he could see that Benny's mood was a little depressed, and he didn't say much. He gently touched the glass with Benny and drank his head up.

After drinking the last glass of wine, the three of them dispersed, ready to take a break before making plans.

Quiet quickly in the run-down bar.

Sunlight sprinkled into the room along the gaps, scattered scattered light spots on the three sleeping people, and the room gradually heard a slight snoring sound.

A stunned wind blew through, and the vacant wooden door creaked open a gap, and several figures came in along the gap.

The indoor temperature, which was not high, dropped immediately.

The figures stood on the heads of the three, looking condescendingly at the three sleeping people, the expressions on their faces gradually became hideous.

Didididididi————

The detectors next to Dean's pillow lit up, and a rapid alarm sounded in the room.

The snoring sound disappeared without a trace, and the room became quiet again.

John opened a gap in his eyes, and he quietly held the pistol hidden in his sleeping bag, ready to go.

The ghost standing on top of the three people slowly leaned down,

"Hey!"

Just as the ghosts raised their hands towards Benny, a shout interrupted their movements.

John sat up from his sleeping bag, pointed his muzzle at the ghost, and smiled at them.

boom--

The bullet flew out of the muzzle at an extremely fast speed, spinning through the head of a ghost, and the ghost disappeared with a scream.

Taking this opportunity, Dean also sat up, took out his pistol and fired several shots at the ghost, and the ghosts disappeared one by one.

Quiet again in the bar.

"What's wrong?"

Benny was awakened by the gunfire, rubbing his eyes and asked in a misty manner.

"Their ghost has been found."

Father and son John got out of the sleeping bag and replied briefly while being alert to the surroundings.

"Ghosts? Theirs?"

Benny sat up and asked questioningly

boom----

A ghost had just appeared, was immediately shot by John, and dissipated again.

Benny woke up completely, he stood up and leaned back to back with John and his son, slowly moving outwards. Can't help but spit out

"I wanted to say a long time ago, is the number of death gods too small and the pay is too high, and no one has checked their work? I talked to a **** of death for half an hour last time. I have this skill, enough. How many ghosts have they dealt with."