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The little carpenter had never seen such a cold look.

He swore that it must be the consequences of those strangers. They must have done something to Little Red Riding Hood, and he was powerless to save her and could only watch Little Red Riding Hood and them leave.

The werewolf's eyes became increasingly scarlet, and the hatred stored in them gradually overflowed. He closed his mouth, and a low humming sound rolled in his throat. It was not a warning, but the excessive hatred had almost completely destroyed his sanity and behavioral logic.

"Okay, say it again." Shans sighed, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only coldness.

"No, don't look at me like that."

To this day, he still couldn't forget that history, that bloody and cruel history, but he chose to ignore and forget it. He didn't want to face the innocent Frisk with hatred.

She was a good girl, an angel, a hero who saved the underground world, but that ugly guy had forcibly borrowed her hand and had it stained with blood.

There was no way he would vent his anger on others for such a ridiculous reason. If he did that, what would be the difference between him and those humans who had always accused them?

Therefore he hated that look, that scarlet look that contained only malice.

The werewolf, who had lost his mind, completely ignored his words, just shook his head vigorously, and then chased after him on all fours without any hesitation.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps you are not in control of yourself right now, and perhaps your body is being manipulated by the devil. But this is not a reason for me to forgive you. After all, this extravagant forgiveness may be meaningless to you."

Shan Si shook his head slightly, as if talking to himself.

This rationality forms a sharp contrast with the other party's madness.

"But I will spare your life."

The words sounded extremely arrogant, and even a werewolf with little sense could roughly understand the contempt in the words.

Therefore, the werewolf's roar became more and more vigorous, and the sound waves formed almost rolled up a layer of dust.

But for Shans, this was just a piece of advice, a reminder, a reminder to himself. After all, he still had to protect the young minds of the new group members, so he just had to teach them a lesson.

He looked at the werewolf rushing towards him, calmly stretched out his hand and suddenly opened it. At that moment, the tip of the werewolf's nose almost touched his bony, skinny hand.

Then stop here.

He bared his teeth, uttered a low threatening sound, and his sharp claws weakly dug into the soil underneath, but no matter how hard he tried, he was just standing still.

But this distance of less than one step is an insurmountable gap for the werewolf.

Sans regained his smiling expression and waved his hand gently.

The werewolf who had been standing still just now flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, crashing into a lot of trees on the ground with long wails and screams, plowing up a large amount of soil on the flat grass, leaving visible traces.

Finally, the werewolf slammed into the protruding rock. In an instant, the sound of bones breaking rang out one after another. His internal organs were squeezed by the violent pressure. A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, wetting a piece of hair on his body.

Shans withdrew his hand, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he stood in front of the fallen werewolf.

He didn't think that the damage he caused would have any significant impact on the other party. He still remembered the battle between Little Red Riding Hood and the werewolf clearly.

Don't get me wrong, they're not peeping, they just show their unified concern for the new members.

Sure enough, the werewolf who looked seriously injured and weak in the last lesson, had a cunning look in his eyes the next moment, opened his bloody mouth, and bit towards this side fiercely.

"You don't look like such a jerk who despises life."

This time, Sans didn't even teleport, but just took a step back casually. The leaping werewolf brushed past him, then bit the wet soil. When he stood up again, his face was covered with mud.

The werewolf had only lost his mind, but his most basic instincts still remained. The opponent's strength, which seemed to be playing with him easily, as well as the multiple but ineffective attacks, made him stand there with some vigilance.

"I think there's some misunderstanding between us about Little Red Riding Hood?"

But these words completely enraged the werewolf, who had no reason and only instincts, and he bit and attacked again.

Of course, he didn't bite anything. This time, he was able to adjust his posture well and landed on the ground with all four limbs steadily.

But soon after that, white bones as thick as arms appeared out of thin air in the air. Sans was still saying something, but when those bones pierced through the werewolf's body, the huge pain made him unable to hear anything, and he could only howl in pain.

"Okay, it seems like it's all because of Little Red Riding Hood. I think there must be some misunderstanding between us..."

Last time, I watched the opponent dragging his body, which was pierced by bone spurs and almost twisted and deformed, to launch another futile attack.

He watched the speed at which the other person's wounds healed. After the white bones disappeared, the wounds as thick as arms began to grow fresh flesh and blood and then became completely intact. He shook his head helplessly.

If he hadn't been determined to kill him, it would have been difficult for him to completely deal with this guy. His crazy will, his fearless determination, and his incredible healing speed...

He thought of the unkillable guy again, and the next moment he shook his head gently. He dodged the attack of the guy in front of him with ease, and waved his hand to smash the guy into the ground.

I was much more embarrassed back then than I am now.

Every time the opponent attacked, he would consume a section of his physical strength. Every time the opponent came back, it meant that it was more difficult to deal with than the last time. In the end, he could hardly squeeze out any physical strength at all. If it weren't for the arrival of other friends in the chat group... his final fate would not be much better than those of his friends.

It is also much heavier than what I carry now.

At that time, he could not retreat. If he took a step back, the bloody things that had happened would become reality, the world would be trapped in reincarnation forever with no hope of salvation, and all the tragedies would happen completely.

And now, it's just some troubles.

Shans no longer thought about the heavy past, but just raised his head and looked at the werewolf who was pinned to the ground.

Under such heavy pressure, the opponent sank into the soft mud, and all the bones in his body made crisp noises. He also let out a heavy wail, but when the oppressive force disappeared, he rushed up again without any hesitation.

This kind of desperate madness made Sans sigh.

"I hope Little Red Riding Hood won't be mad at me for this, but I don't have any better solution."

He snapped his fingers, and the werewolf's claws, which he swung with all his might, got stuck in the center of the open dragon bone cannon, as if bitten by a wild beast.

The white light immediately followed and washed over the werewolf's body without leaving a single spot. First the black fur, then the tough skin, were all washed away by the white light, revealing a bloody body.

The bloody blood vessels were exposed nakedly, and one could even see the thin membrane covering the abdominal cavity and the throbbing organs behind it.

And the white bones of anacondas reveal their sharp and gleaming sharpness.

The next moment, fresh flesh and blood grew again, covering everything again. Except for the hair that had really disappeared, everything seemed to have returned to its original state.

The werewolf yelled and tried to roar.

But when he was halfway through his roar, he forced himself to hold it back because he saw the overwhelming dragon bone cannons, with their mouths opened and aimed at him.

However, Sans's attack would not be held back just because the opponent retreated. After all, the twisted hatred in the opponent's eyes still had not disappeared completely.

The second light cannon was fired before the werewolf dodged it. The white light enveloped the werewolf again. Along with a tragic howl, the same scene as before appeared before his eyes again. The werewolf fell weakly to the ground, and only his slowly wriggling and quickly recovering body proved that he was still alive.

"I hope we can talk now..."

Just as Shans was about to reach out to help the man, the other person suddenly turned his head and tried to tear him to pieces.

How could a werewolf give up so easily? This injury was not enough to pose a fatal threat to him. He could still recover if given some time.

He just learned to disguise and deceive.

But the imagined sound of bones breaking did not come, nor did the crisp feeling of biting the bones.

He raised his head in confusion and saw the other person standing not far from him, sighing with disappointment on his face.

"Okay, you're more stubborn than I thought, but it doesn't matter. I can fight this boring battle hundreds or thousands of times until you give up or wake up."

Shan Si snapped his fingers lightly and the white beam of light arrived as expected. The tragic scene made Shan Si couldn't help but sigh.

"I hope you can recover before you completely collapse. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Little Red Riding Hood."

After all, he has no habit of lying or deceiving others. When the time comes, he will tell the truth about what happened. If he is really hated for this reason, he will try his best to make up for it.

After all, everything that happened in the underground world has made him deeply understand that escape is the most useless method. It doesn't mean that it didn't happen if you don't say it. Everything that is concealed will only lead to more serious consequences.

Just like he agreed to the sheep mother's request, but in the end he became a hands-off boss out of laziness and capriciousness. He occasionally glanced at the other party, and seeing that the other party seemed intact on the surface, he was complacent and thought he had fulfilled his promise.

It's really too stupid.

He watched the dragon bone cannons attack in turn, and when the opponent had almost recovered, he would fire a shot, and continued to talk incessantly.

"We're friends with Little Red Riding Hood, so don't be so hostile, okay, buddy?"

He looked at the werewolf who continued to show his fangs and claws and sighed.

"Okay, it seems like it's hard for me to convince you. So even if your friend is caught up in a huge conspiracy, are you still going to fight me to the end? In this hopeless situation?"

The werewolf's originally frantic look faded a bit, and Sans breathed a sigh of relief.

The next incoming keel cannon also immediately closed its mouth, and then they all disappeared as if they had never appeared in this world.

I don’t know if it was because of the physical and mental fatigue caused by the multiple repairs, or because of the effect of those words, or maybe both, but the other party seemed to have barely recovered some of his human nature.

"You must know some facts, facts about the full moon night, facts about yourself. You can't deceive Little Red Riding Hood forever with these things, nor can you deceive others forever. You should tell them."

The other party looked like he had been stabbed in the heart, and the bloodshot in his eyes faded away more and more.

The other party stood there motionless for a long time, and then made a slightly hoarse sound.

"...You, didn't you, deceive Little Red Riding Hood?"

This unfriendly start made Sans feel relieved. After all, it was a step forward instead of continuing to stand still and making no progress.

359 Some facts gradually revealed

"I originally thought those big furry ears you grew were just decorations, but it seems you can hear things after all."

After saying this, Shans paused and looked away somewhat embarrassedly, with thin beads of sweat oozing out of his smooth scalp.

This made him subconsciously take out a blue striped handkerchief from his pocket and wipe the sweat off his face.

He said this subconsciously because of the influence of those guys and some annoying fights before. He is not usually like this.

"Okay, uh, am I being too sarcastic here? Sometimes I really envy those guys with four ears. After all, skeletons don't have ears. Maybe if I had ears, I could hear better."

He made a little joke, but unfortunately, the werewolf didn't get it.

Shan Si spread his hands with some regret.

Said: "Okay, okay... okay."

He repeated it several times in a nonchalant tone, but only after he looked at the other person's expression several times and confirmed that the other person was indeed in a state of confusion did he sigh heavily and say "Okay" as if it was the final word.

"Why doesn't anyone have a sense of humor? If everyone could be like Toriel... Never mind. Just forget what I said."

Sans shuddered as he recalled the scene where the other party chased him and burned seven or eight streets because Frisk gave him a handkerchief.

"...How is she?" The werewolf completely ignored the other party's meaningless nonsense and just stared at him.

The feeling of having the cold beast's eyes sticking to your body without leaving for even a moment is not pleasant, it's even a bit terrible.

But fortunately, for Shans, these are all acceptable.

After all, he had seen even more disgusting looks, so what did this one thing matter?

"Not too good... Oh, hey, man, don't get excited."

He looked at the suddenly excited werewolf and pressed his shoulder. Even his smile looked a little intimidating. "Okay, listen, when I say not so good, I mean she can't find her family. Nothing has happened to her."

The werewolf, who had wanted to struggle hard, froze for a moment, his tail drooping uneasily, his ears that had been erect now drooped listlessly against his hair, no longer having the crazy energy he had to fight him before.

It's more like that cute little dog with a cute face but a big body and huge spoon-shaped biceps that no one knows where they came from.

Although the dog was really cute and enthusiastic, that enthusiasm... when he thought of the broken waist of some unfortunate monster, he felt that he couldn't bear it.

This frustration did not last long. Before Shans could speak, the other party got rid of it on his own.

"I can help her." Although he still stumbled when speaking, it was better than his previous voice which was mixed with the hoarse roar of some wild beasts.

That name gradually pulled him back from the edge of the abyss where he was on the verge of losing control, which made Sans couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Is this the bond of friendship?"

Then, he couldn't help laughing.

After all, anything beautiful and pure is worth cherishing and appreciating.

It seems that a guy who is lazy and casual in some aspects did not realize at all that this is not pure friendship at all, but the budding of love.

But he still had to ask what he had to ask. After going through so much, it was difficult for him to have the beautiful idea that friendship could overcome all difficulties. He didn't want the other party to mess up everything out of enthusiasm.

So he raised his head and asked, "And then?"

The werewolf looked at the man stubbornly, then simply repeated what he had said before and said, I can help her.

The werewolf was unwilling to show all his miserable state to outsiders, nor was he willing to confess all the facts that he had worked so hard to conceal to a guy who claimed to be Little Red Riding Hood's friend.

After all, these guys had never appeared around Little Red Riding Hood in the long time before.

They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere overnight and were not yet worthy of his complete trust.

"Help with what? How? Do you know all the clues? Or do you understand the whole conspiracy?" Shan Si sat on a raised stone with his legs crossed, smiling.

He looked at the werewolf who was becoming increasingly uneasy, his tail swaying slowly, and decided to say a few more words to add fuel to the fire.

"Dude, you have to get things straight. There's no point in hiding things. It will only lead to misunderstandings and troubles. You don't want to experience regrets. You don't want to do something wrong and then be left crying helplessly, saying useless apologies, right?"