"Hypochondriasis?" Evan shook the glass.

A quick knock on the door sounded, and a bodyguard was allowed to come in, "Mr. Howel, we just got the news that the princess went to the woods."

It was unexpected news, which let Evan slightly tremble, "When did she go there?"

"An hour ago."

"Who else?"

"She went there alone and lived in the hut."

Evan, "..."

In order to be angry with him, Avery went to the woods alone regardless of danger?

Didn't she know there were dangerous snakes and beasts in the woods?

"Mr. Howel, would you like to send someone to take Mrs. Howel back?" Robert sweated. What happened to Mrs. Howel? What if something terrible really happened to her?

Was it a trick to gain Mr. Howel's back?

After drinking a little wine, Evan's eyes were red, and he was more depressed.

He squeezed the glass hard, drank the liquid in it, and then threw the empty glass on the ground at will. The glass was not broken but rolled on the carpet to the feet of Robert.

When Robert kicked the glass out, Mr. Howel said in a low voice, "No."

Robert thought he had misheard, but the next second, Mr. Howel rose from the sofa and walked to the window, where he could see the direction of the woods.

Mr. Howel seemed to have formed a habit. As long as something happened to Mrs. Howel, Mr. Howel would pace back and forth.

Facing the endless darkness outside the window, Evan felt annoyed and depressed.

Damn it!

Why did Avery develop this kind of habit?

If she didn't suffer, she would not be afraid and would not cherish herself.

Maybe she would be afraid next time.

But Evan was worried that Avery would be afraid of the darkness and the chameleon.

Evan took out the mobile phone from his pocket. The wallpaper was the woman's slightly stubborn face.

Evan darkened his eyes and finally put the phone back.

He wouldn't ask anyone to take her back, but he was also heartbroken.

But how could she not care about herself? Who gave her the courage to use her own safety as a bargaining chip?

***

Avery's whole body was sweating. Her back was against the sofa, and she didn't dare to move. The python crawled down the beam, which was as large as an adult's thigh. Its head was flat, and its skin pattern was black.

Avery looked around quickly. It had no hiding place.

Even if there was, it's useless to hide.

Moreover, even if there were windows, Avery would not dare to go out of the window. Outside the door, there was a sound of claws scratching the door. What if there were more terrible animals outside the door.

She watched the python climb in her direction with fear. She was afraid of moving greatly, so she reached into her pocket.

Andrew liked to raise snakes, and he had told her that if she encountered python, she should not move. Pythons usually acted slowly, but once the prey got into their attack range, it could bite the prey in 0.7 seconds.

If there was no gun, people should quickly lie down, press the back against the ground and take out a dagger.

If there was a gun, people should shoot it in the head.

Avery was lucky because she had a minigun in her pocket.

Her fingers touched the cold texture of metal, but it made her nervous.

The nervous expression betrayed her, and the python seemed to feel what she wanted to do and suddenly attacked her.

Avery's heart seemed to stop for a moment. She took a deep breath and took out the gun at the same time. Without hesitation, the bullet quickly hit the python's head.

The python weighing about dozens of pounds fell to the ground and died, but its tail was still wriggling.

When its tail did not even move, Avery felt relieved and lay on the sofa.

She did not dare to deal with the python now whose body almost occupied half of the hut. Blood flowed from its head, which looked creepy.

She pulled her coat over her head and forced herself not to look.

But she could still hear the rat squeak. From the sound that can be heard, the rat finally climbed out of bed. The python probably would be its food.

Her fear faded away, and the weariness struck, but she dared not sleep lest something would break-in.

It was a long night. Kinds of sounds seemed to come out gradually.

The birds began to chirp, and the glaring light shone through her coat against her eyes.

"Yuki, Miss Black ordered no one can go into the woods. Let's go back."

"What are you afraid of? I've heard that the princess moved here overnight. I just came to see her. If Maeve blames you, tell her it's my idea. And did you do what I asked you to do last night?"

"We have put the python in. If we are going in there now, people will know that we did it." The bodyguard said.

"Cowards. If we don't tell anyone who will know? What are you waiting for? Open the door for me."

As the bodyguard opened the door, Yuki could not wait to walk in. She saw a python lying stiffly on the ground, and it was shot in the head.

Where did the gun come from?

Yuki was alert and pulled a bodyguard in front of her to make a shield for fear that the crazy woman would fire at her.

"Where is she?" Yuki looked to the bed and then to the sofa. She saw a woman lying on the sofa.

The coat covered her head, and Yuki could not see whether she was dead or alive.

"I'll go and see it."

"She didn't wake up as we made such a loud noise. She must be dead. Go straight and carry her out."

"That..."

"What if Miss. Black couldn't find her?"

"We can say that the python eats her." Yuki was dissatisfied with the bodyguard and pushed him, "Go deal with her quickly."