Chapter 432 The Beautiful And Magnificent Wynter

• "I'm going to assume that the $1,000 is only a deposit. Once you've spread the word, you should receive the majority of the funds. Wynter's eyes were quite black. She went on, looking like a monster escaping hell without sunlight: "You don't really think I believed what you just told me, do you? Not everyone can comprehend and solve the problem of divination. "I, I." Cold perspiration sprang on the vagrant's brow as he frightened. This was not what he had anticipated. No matter how intelligent a young woman was, he believed she shouldn't have been able to figure out the whole issue.
• Her ability to guess everything astounded him. Right! Wynter's eyebrow went up. "I'll give you one final opportunity. Who gave you the order to bring the wooden box? She was wearing a dark cloak, so I'm not sure. She was frightening. I could tell she was a woman even though she was using a voice changer. Indeed, only I am at fault. The vagrant's attitude started to wane. Wynter checked it right away by raising his arm. With a shift in mood, the vagrant said, "God will undoubtedly punish me." I have sinned in a way that cannot be forgiven.
• He was suddenly afraid as he glanced at Wynter. “Shush! Don't talk, it's dangerous, and God may hear us! The vagrant started beating his own skull and declared, "I am guilty." "Why did I start talking gibberish? Why did I start talking gibberish? Wynter saw this and quickly shoved the needle in and out of his arm. The wanderer finally became peaceful, but he had not yet regained consciousness. Wynter saw a little protuberance on his arm. Her gaze grew intense. She slit the vagrant's finger after biting her own, and the bulge fled in her direction. A little monster, lured by the promise of alluring blood, was searching for a new host. Sadly, it met its death when it came into contact with Wynter.