Bai Youwei curled her lips, clearly disappointed.
She had thought that the boy would pull out all of Hans's nails.
"This house has fewer nails than the others, the Werewolf might choose to attack here," Shen Mo pondered, "We must also be careful, lest we find the nails stolen when the sun sets."
"How to guard against the Werewolf, we already know, but with so many people in the village, who could turn into a Werewolf?" Bai Youwei mused to herself.
She and Shen Mo strolled along the road, peering through windows intermittently to observe the people inside.
Some were preparing lunch, some wiping tables and chairs, some watering the plants, and some were reprimanding children—
"Damn it! What weeds have you planted haphazardly! You've destroyed all the vegetables in the house!" a mother bellowed inside, "Take them out and burn them! Otherwise, don't come back for dinner!!!"
