Montana, the town of Gary Irving.

The snow has been falling all day, and the town has been shrouded in the vast white of a year. Not far from the town is also a mountain range covered with snow. The Rocky Mountains are undulating and densely covered with jungles. The snow covers all the Christmas trees. The town is in such a place, with its own unique personality.

The town has more than 600 people, located between Livingston and Yellowstone National Park, next to Highway 540, and there is also a railway line connecting Livingston and Yellowstone National Park.

There are still some public facilities in the town that should be available, but they are relatively small. For example, there is only five people in the police station here. Of course, there is also a post office. There is also a small platform on the highway. You can take a bus to downtown Livingston. There is also the only bar in the town, which is the largest building in the town.

There are many people who like to drink a glass here. They can keep warm or pass the time when they are bored in winter. This is the most pleasant thing. The most popular ones here are gin, vodka and rum.

Even during the day, there are many people here.

"Hey, man, have you heard of it? Yesterday... we saw the damn woman going crazy again." A sloppy and vulgar middle-aged man said drunk to the people around him, "She took a dog from her home. Do you see her drinking blood? God, it's so disgusting."

"Like a vampire in the movie, maybe she's..." Another person interrupted and laughed, "Hasn't you ever paid that woman? I know you paid the money."

"Damn, who hasn't been to her here?" The sloppy middle-aged man sneered, "Who hasn't been to that cousin? Don't be so disgusting, you've been to the most times."

"Okay, stop discussing this woman, this is disgusting. I'm talking to our mayor to expel this woman from this town. It's a hell. Do you have to discuss such a disgusting thing every time you come?" The boss standing at the bar knocked on the bar in dissatisfaction and said.

"Hey, you can't do this. Although it's disgusting, you can't let us lose everything, right? You know, this woman has brought us a lot of fun..." The sloppy middle-aged man cried out in dissatisfaction, "We are people without wives, so we are counting on this woman. It's better than shooting ourselves... Maybe it's better."

So someone started to make a fuss.

A young man sat in the corner of the bar, stood up, walked to the sloppy middle-aged man, shook his head at him and said, "Hey, man, it's better to keep your mouth firmer."

"Stranger, don't meddle in other people's business!" The bar owner next to him reminded him. This sloppy middle-aged man is not easy to mess with. His name is Allen. He once fought underground black fist in Helena. He was once a striking figure, but now he is old and can't beat him, so he hides in this small town, intending to spend the rest of his life with the money from boxing. He is very good at drinking and likes to find a girl J. These are his two major hobbies.

"Have you heard it? You'd better listen to your advice. Guy, don't mess with me. Get out of here with your tail squashed." Aaron poked the young man's chest with his fingers and said arrogantly.

There was a "bang".

The young man suddenly waved his hand, pressed the sloppy middle-aged man's head, and suddenly hit the counter, and the middle-aged man suddenly collapsed.

The young man looked around and found that many people were standing up. Someone reached out and seemed to be plucking the guy. But he was stopped by the bar owner. He waved: "Stop, guys, listen to me, this is not something we should mess with. Are you sure you want to stand up for this bastard?"

Allen is indeed a bastard and has a bad reputation in the town, so when the bar owner said this, the rest of the people were stunned and slowly sat down. Indeed, it was not worth it to stand up for this bastard.

The young man shrugged at the boss, took out a hundred dollar bill and pressed it on it: "No need to look for it." As he said that, he walked towards the door without looking back, stood at the door, pulled his collar, and then disappeared into the wind and snow. After the young man left, the one named Allen stood up staggeringly.

"It's so damn-it's all swollen!" He touched his forehead, and it was indeed swollen.

"I thought you fainted." Someone joked.

Allen snorted: "Shut up, if it were you, could you hold on? To be honest, if I hadn't received any training in fighting the blow, I would have fallen into a coma. But... I just proved that it was wise not to fight back. That guy made people not want to resist..."

When everyone saw this sloppy middle-aged man saying such a shameful thing for the first time, everyone was silent, and some people were glad that they did not take action rashly. That man seemed to be a Chinese, and it was said that Chinese people knew how to do kung fu. Maybe he was a guy who knew kung fu.

The young man was walking in the wind and snow. The snow was everywhere, and he could only see his vague figure. The buildings and houses around him became vague shadows in the heavy snow.

"Tu Tuk Tuk" The young man walked to a house and reached out to knock on the door.

The house is very old and small, and is close to the mountainside. It is the most remote place in the town. When the door opened, a woman stood at the door, looked at the young man, said nothing, and turned around and walked into the house.

The young man walked into the room, closed the door, and went straight to the small living room, and then sat in front of her, setting a fire in the fireplace, so it was a little warm, but there was no snow on the young man's body.

"One hundred and fifty dollars at a time, twenty minutes, you don't have to mouth, you can't go into the wrong place, don't take off your shirt..." the woman said to the young man. Then she raised her face and looked at the old relative in front of her.

And this year's relatives were also looking at her, and couldn't help but shake their heads: "I've been pursuing you for a long time."

"Do you know me? Even if you know me, it's the price." The woman hummed, pulled her hair back, making her face look more exposed, and let the young man see her face clearly. She had a very ordinary face, a little white and bloodless, her hair was very fluffy, not outstanding, and her figure looked pretty good in a sweater.

"Are you becoming more and more obsessed with drinking blood lately?" said the young man to the woman. "It seems that the situation is bad. Does every witch have to use something nauseating like drinking blood to keep her body from aging?"

A cold light suddenly flashed out of the woman's eyes, she raised her head, stared at the young man, took a deep breath, and said coldly: "I don't know what you are saying. Sorry, I won't do your business anymore, please go out. Otherwise I will call the police."

The young man couldn't help but sigh: "Even if you call the police, you can't guarantee that they will come, because it's so heavy that they will lose their way."

"Who are you?" The woman looked at him, stood up slowly, and stared at her eyes alertly, "Although I don't want to hurt people, it doesn't mean I won't."

"Did you feel the threat?" the young man nodded, "Since you died once, you will definitely be more cautious and try not to expose yourself. You would rather use this way of selling yourself to maintain your livelihood. You surprised me. On the one hand, you are unwilling to hurt others, but you are willing to sell your body."

"How do you know who I am?" the woman looked at the young man.

"Even if you need to drink blood, you must be more reserved. Drinking blood too flamboyantly will not help you hide your identity. After all, this kind of thing sounds horrifying." The young man nodded and said, "Do you want to know Denise's current situation?"
Chapter completed!