บท 250: Night War, Demons

He did not know where the motorcyclist went.

The street light was a bit dim due to the vicious incident a few days ago. It was still the outer ring there and there were very few cars.

Where was the person?

Wang Yao frowned a little.

"Hello." A somewhat sharp voice rang behind him.

Wang Yao turned around slowly and saw a man in black. His face was somewhat pale.

"Hello."

The smell of blood. He faintly smelled blood on the young man.

"Isn't the night sky very beautiful?" The man smiled and looked at Wang Yao.

"What's your name?" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"There's no need to say 'your'. My surname is Sun," the young man replied with a laugh.

"You're insane."

"Huh? Yes."

"I want to eat meat. Fresh meat."

"Human flesh?" Since this man appeared, Wang Yao's gaze had never left the man. This man was really sick, seriously sick.