After I Left the Werewolf Village, the Fake Prophet Panicked
by Barelli
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After I decided to leave my home where I had lived for more than 20 years, the village actually set off firecrackers to celebrate. Only the village chief's son, Leon, hugged my trouser legs tightly. "Brother Jialuo, if you leave, we will be slaughtered by werewolves. You can't care about our life or death!" I opened her hand and walked away resolutely. In my previous life, I was the only prophet in the village. Every time I risked my life, the results I obtained were announced in advance by him. I was unwilling to give up, and regardless of the full moon night, I entered the temple again to listen to the guidance of the gods. That night, a villager was killed by a werewolf while trying to protect me. Stand up and identify the werewolf once again. From then on, the villagers not only regarded him as a new generation of prophet, they even suspected that I was a werewolf. Because Leon only needs to dream to get guidance, but I need the protection of the villagers, which gives the werewolf the opportunity to kill the villagers. After daybreak, my hunter girlfriend pointed the black muzzle at me. "You have lied to us for so long, you must be very proud!" "You have killed so many villagers, and you will pay with blood today!" When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day when Leon made his first prophecy.
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