"No!"

  Irene witnessed this thrilling scene in the tree hole. She screamed desperately and wanted to rush out, but was pulled by someone.

  "Let me go! Let me go!" Irene struggled and cried, but she was just a weak human woman. How could she break free from the strong and powerful restraints behind her?

  "Don't waste your energy. You can't escape!" A cold voice sounded in her ears, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, making her shudder.

  Irene turned her head and saw a short and fat man in a black cloak standing behind her with a sinister smile on his face.

  "Is it you?! The man in black!" Irene recognized this person. It was the mysterious figure who appeared with the cardinal at the beginning but suddenly disappeared.

  "Hehehe... didn't expect it? Little beauty, we meet again." The man in black laughed strangely, he stretched out his rough big hand, stroked Irene's cheek, his eyes full of evil light.

  "What do you want to do? Let me go!" Irene screamed in horror, she struggled desperately, trying to escape from this terrible demon.

  "Hehehe... Don't be afraid, little beauty, I won't hurt you." The man in black said, hugged Irene into his arms, greedily sniffing the fragrance on her body, "You are so beautiful, how could I bear to hurt you?"

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  "Let me go! You demon!" Irene struggled desperately, but her strength, in front of the man in black, was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it was useless.

  "Hahaha... struggle! Scream! The more you struggle, the more excited I am!" The man in black laughed wildly, he carried Irene on his shoulders and walked into the depths of the woods.

  "Alexander! Save me! Save me!" Irene cried desperately, but she knew that Alexander could not save himself and could not come to save her.

  ...

  Outside the tree hole, the gunshots had stopped, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

  Alexander stood there, motionless, with a dagger stuck in his chest, and blood stained his clothes and the ground under his feet.

  "You... you actually..." Alexander looked down at the dagger in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief and grief. He never thought that it was not the bullets of the Demon Hunting Church that killed him in the end, but...

  "Hehehe... is it surprising? Wolf cub!" The one-eyed dragon stood in front of Alexander, holding a bloody dagger in his hand. It was him who took advantage of Alexander's dodging bullets to sneak attack him from behind and gave him a fatal blow.

  "You... despicable..." Alexander uttered these two words with difficulty. His body was gradually losing strength and his consciousness began to blur.

  "Hahaha... The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, it has always been like this!" The one-eyed dragon laughed wildly, he pulled the dagger out of Alexander's chest, blood gushed out, like a blooming red spider lily, enchanting and sad.

  "You... will not die well..." Alexander cursed with his last bit of strength.

  "Hahaha... Of course I will not die well, because I will go to hell and enjoy the souls of the werewolves I killed!" The one-eyed dragon laughed wildly, he wiped the blood on the dagger on his face, as if performing some kind of evil ritual.

  Alexander fell to the ground weakly, his eyes gradually lost their spirit, but he still held the hunting knife tightly in his hand, as if making a final resistance.

  The moonlight was still bright, but what shone on Alexander was the shadow of death...