Chapitre 126: A horned goat

He could not fully understand the meaning of the howls. Perhaps it was more of an instinct thing that all beasts could feel. He felt strongly that the howl was meant to keep certain beings away. And most of the scents were getting softer and softer, some even too soft for him to detect, which meant that whoever those scents belonged to were heading away from the hospital. 

They then looked at Juin, who was slightly pale. 

By now, Juin had already been exposed to a lot of supernatural stuff, so he was aware that he could not remain naive forever. So, just like them, he knew that there were people, or demons, waiting for him outside the hospital. 

Looking at his weak limbs, he sighed and said, "Mr. Thompson, maybe you should leave. I won't--"