It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 245: Strangers from the Metropolis
The dim light illuminates this not-so-big room.

However, the Anke family did not sit under the light, but hid in the shadows under the table and bed, shivering.

As the head of the family, An Ke stared at the door, the hatchet tightly held in his hand did not bring him any comfort.

Even the sound of wind blowing against the window would make his whole body tremble.

Not to mention, the roars and screams coming from outside the house from time to time.

Today's pale night is particularly long.

Anko looked gloomy.

He originally thought that the nightmare from forty years ago had been buried forever with old Art, but he didn't expect it to come back again forty years later.

"Dad, I'm scared."

The little girl in his arms whispered.

This is his youngest daughter, who is only six years old and the life of the family.

But even she, who was lively by nature, couldn't laugh in this suffocating atmosphere.

"It's okay. Daddy will protect you. The sun will soon come out. It will soon come out."

Anko stroked her blond curls and muttered nervously.

“Will the sun really come out?”

his wife, Marian, asked with a look of despair.

She also experienced that night forty years ago, and her memory was even more profound than Anko's.

Because she lost all her loved ones in that fire.

"Don't say such discouraging words! I..."

An Ke was about to show his authority as the head of the family, but suddenly he closed his mouth with a look of horror.

Because he heard footsteps.

The footsteps were heavy and powerful, accompanied by the friction sound of dragging heavy objects.

It seems so clear in this quiet night.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

Anko signaled everyone to be quiet and prayed in his heart.

He prayed to the Pale Blood, to the Lord of Pain, to every god he had ever heard of.

Unfortunately, just like forty years ago, the miracle did not happen.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to their house.

"I'll hold it back for a while, and you take the children to the Church of the Lord of Pain. Remember, go to the Church of the Lord of Pain, not the Church of Blood Healing. Those blood priests are no longer trustworthy."

Anko suddenly said to his wife Marian.

"Where can I go with them?"

Marianne said as she hugged her eldest daughter.

"That's it. I should have died with my family forty years ago. Now, let us spend our last moments together as a family."

Faced with the impending crisis, the woman's expression was unusually calm.

"Don't say such depressing things. It doesn't matter if we die, but what about Mafa and Annu? They haven't grown up yet, and they haven't met a handsome boy yet, and they are in love like you and me."

Anko scolded his wife, but his eyes were full of love.

"My dear, I understand. I will take them to the Church of the Lord of Pain. Then, I will come back to accompany you."

Marianne looked at him and spoke softly.

"Okay. Then get ready."

Anko pushed his little daughter toward his wife, then crawled out from under the table and walked to a place a little distance from the door.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of their house.

At this moment, Anko's body stopped shaking.

He was not actually a coward. On that night forty years ago, he had killed a pale beast with his own hands and escaped.

"Come on, beast."

He whispered, his relaxed but still strong muscles tensing.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"It's human!"

Anko's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Because those beasts obviously don't knock on the door.

But then, his nerves tensed again.

At a time like this when everyone is busy with their own business, who would knock on someone else's door?
"Who?"

Anko asked loudly.

"Hello, is this a pub?"

A young man's voice came from outside, with a strange accent.

"Ah?" Anko was stunned by the question.

Their house is indeed a tavern, and they also provide some simple food.

Although it is small in scale, the business is still doing well because his wine is cheap and of good quality.

But who would come to drink at a time like this?
"Sorry, we are closed today."

Anko said tentatively.

If the other person really comes here to drink, he will leave on his own accord after hearing this sentence.

If the other party has other ideas, then the flaw will be exposed.

"Then let me ask, do you have a wine called 'Uncle Pepper'?"

The person outside the door paused and asked.

After hearing the man's words, Anko fell silent.

They do have a drink called Uncle Pepper, and it's the star of their pub.

"some."

After thinking about it, Anke decided to tell the truth.

"that would be great."

The man outside seemed relieved.

"Boss, can you be flexible? Our restaurant has sent me to purchase a batch of 'Uncle Pepper'. If I fail to complete the task, I will die miserably."

the man begged.

“Which restaurant?”

Anko asked.

"Bloody Restaurant."

The man outside replied.

"I don't remember there being such a restaurant in Art."

Anko said suspiciously.

After all, they are in the same industry, so he knows all the restaurants in Art, not to mention the one with a special name like the Bloody Restaurant.

“Oh, I’m from out of town.”

The man outside replied.

“So he’s a stranger.”

Anko suddenly realized, no wonder the accent sounded a bit strange.

He is not against outsiders. In fact, he also moved here with his parents. There are many outsiders like Art and his family who moved here.

Almost all the people who moved here had the same purpose: to seek medical treatment.

"Where are you from?"

he asked with some curiosity.

"metropolis."

the man replied.

"Have not heard."

Anko thought for a moment and said.

"Haha, it's normal that you haven't heard of it. Although the name is quite intimidating, it's actually just a small place."

The man smiled and said.

The hearty laughter made Anke relax a bit, but in such an emergency, he still couldn't let his guard down.

"How did your restaurant know about the wine 'Uncle Pepper'?"

he asked next.

Although their wine is good, it is only famous in a few nearby streets.

It was a bit exaggerated to think that a restaurant in a city he had never heard of would send someone all the way here to purchase goods.

"I don't know about that. I'm just a worker."

The man outside the door seemed helpless.

"Did you encounter any problems on your way here?"

he continued to ask.

"What kind of thing?"

The man asked back.

"For example, some white-skinned beasts attack or something like that."

Anko hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

Just as he finished speaking, a pale head crashed through the heavy wooden door, and lifeless eyes looked at him.

(End of this chapter)