Werewolf hunting rules

How the chandelier became like this, and why she attacked him, Clayton no longer wanted to know.

The revengeful psychology catalyzed by nature occupies the high ground of thought.

The heavy double bed flipped over and flew up, hitting the white wall hard and breaking many pieces.

The chandelier monster who called herself Clara moved her limbs quickly before she was photographed. More than a dozen legs knocked on the wall in turn, crawling sideways out of the attack range like a real spider.

This mind-numbing action suddenly brought Clayton back to some sense.

He asked himself: "Do I really want to eat something so disgusting?"

But soon this point of reason was overwhelmed by nature.

"It might be nice to remove the U-turn."

Instead of chasing after and attacking, he squatted on the ground, picked up the spider legs that he had shot down before and stuffed them into his mouth to chew. The shell was as tough as a stick, but the taste of the meat inside reminded him of lobster meat.

It's not enough, he still wants it.

The werewolf's pupils began to shrink, locking onto the only prey in the area.

Spider Woman looked at him fearfully, then raised her head and let out a scream.

A large ball of flame suddenly erupted from Clayton's body, and the burning sensation drove him completely crazy.

He jumped up with flames, and when Clara raised her many forelimbs to fight, he suddenly reached out and inserted into the ceiling, and used the force to jump to a higher position. The change of direction was too fast for people to react.

Because of the difference in height, his front was originally in front of Spider-Woman on the wall, but now he was in front of Spider-Woman's defenseless rear.

This is the difference between three-dimensional combat and two-dimensional combat.

Even if he loses his mind, Clayton will still formulate tactics instinctively.

"Clara will win!"

The head on the spider's body has no time to turn around and observe the rear. Any movement made at this time will be overtaken, and the situation will continue.

There's no point in moving.

So she raised her sharp hind legs, and the densely packed spider legs stood up diagonally like a spear formation, trying to contain the werewolf's attack from behind.

But Clayton's limbs supported the wall and bounced again, turning his body to avoid those spikes.

At this moment, his body was at the same height as Spider-Woman's.

Clayton could see the thick blond hair on top of his head.

He stretched out his hands, took the head without any attacking organs in his hands, and then used the power of body rotation to throw her out.

"Clara turned into a lead put!"

Spider Woman wailed and banged her head against the ground.

The ground won.

Half of her head was sunken, but it grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye, but not as fast as when the leg was broken.

She propped up the spider's body, and the color began to fade, simulating the color of the environment. Her two dozen long legs moved quickly without being affected by injuries, and ran towards the door of the room.

Clayton rushed out, but there was nothing in the hallway.

Clara becomes invisible.

The flames on the werewolf were still burning, but apart from the amazing temperature that could be felt, it did not ignite anything, not even a single wolf hair was burned.

This is obviously some kind of psychic attack.

But Clayton, who was out of control, didn't care much about it.

Since it is not a real flame, it will not cause muscle damage.

And as long as we kill Spider-Woman, we might be able to stop it.

However, it is not easy to do this.

Clayton looked around and couldn't find any trace.

Clara's spider leg thorns will only leave a small mark on the ground, and they may also lie on the wall or ceiling, making it even more difficult to detect.

Although she was injured, her blood was originally transparent.

The dust in this old house also suppresses the werewolf's sense of smell.

Clayton had no intention of slowly distinguishing,

He lifted up the carpet, kicking up four years of accumulated dust and creating a haze in the hallway.

The sticky blood flowing down from Clara caught the dust and soon revealed its characteristics that were different from other places.

She was lying on the wall on the right side of the corridor, her head, which was still being repaired, exposed and covered with a gray outline.

"Clara has been discovered and Clara wants to escape!"

The spider crawled in panic, rounded the corner and disappeared from Clayton's sight.

Creighton was on all fours, sprinting like a beast, flames flying like his mane.

He rushed to the corner in one breath, and a piece of meat on his right shoulder suddenly fell off, and blood splattered on his arm, staining the two invisible spider legs red.

Creighton realized this midway. He twisted his waist and shifted his body to the left, deliberately avoiding a key position. However, he lost his balance and hit the white wall in front, leaving his own blood on it.

Clara smiled and lay on the wall behind the corner, retracting her attacking limbs.

Those legs are clean, so they are perfectly invisible.

"Werewolves are strong, but Clara will not run away. Clara is the strongest!"

The successful attack after the ambush made her feel proud.

However, she ignored the disadvantage of her position and the fact that Clayton's injury was not that deep after deliberately avoiding it, at least not so deep that he could not move.

The corner corridor was so narrow that she could hide here and Clayton could reach out and touch her with just one step.

The werewolf punched the wall with his intact left hand, and the reaction force threw him back at the cost of a broken bone. Then he kicked the wall hard with both feet. Under the second acceleration, his whole body hit the wall like a cannonball. Spider on the wall.

More than five hundred pounds of mass rushed towards Clara.

The force angle caught her off guard, and the distance of less than one meter meant that it was too late to do anything.

She couldn't dodge like she did last time. All the spider legs used to support the torso opened because they couldn't withstand the pressure, like a pressed chrysanthemum specimen, and then shattered and broke with the remaining force of the impact.

The lone human head and broken limbs fell to the ground together, and the flames on Clayton's body also went out.

He regained some sense due to this head impact, fell to the ground and looked at Clara affectionately.

"Clara is not strong, mammals are strong!"

The werewolf opened its mouth full of sharp teeth in the horrified eyes of the human-headed spider and pounced on it ferociously.

In the last remaining bit of clarity, he seemed to hear applause.

When Clayton completely regained his mind, Clara was still regenerating in his hands, but the regeneration process was an unknown number of times slower than at the beginning.

It looks like a clump of aloe vera growing out of a flower pot shaped like a human head.

The eyes on the girl's head were closed tightly, as if she was in a coma.

The injuries on his werewolf body had also improved a lot, and his hands and feet had regained mobility, but his throat was so sore, and there was a smell of blood when he swallowed.

Clayton thought about it briefly and thought that this might be caused by his out-of-control eating the spider legs without peeling the shell.

"A very good battle. You were able to kill the parasitic demon. Both your mental and physical fitness have reached the level of a knight. This is not a level that ordinary newborns can possess."

He heard an indistinguishable male and female voice, and looked back, only to see an invisible person in the corridor saying something he couldn't understand.

The appearance is vague, and the body shape is also vague.

Clayton thought about the feeling of being followed today, and the clapping he heard when he lost his mind, and finally confirmed that he was not neurotic, but that someone was really following him.

He didn't think of the option of getting angry for the moment, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

While feeling discouraged, he blinked again because of the dust on his eyelashes, and a chill suddenly crawled up his spine.

"Galead?!"

Clayton asked in disbelief.

At the moment when he closed his eyes in the "blink", his impression of the other party completely disappeared, and he even had a question - why did he want to look back?

When he opened his eyes, his impression of the other person was restored.

The nature of this ability is almost the same as that of Galide, but it is stronger, and the other person's smell also shows that this is not the same person.

"It's not Galid, but I am a ghost just like him." The visitor said lightly: "They say they are ghosts, but they are actually just people who have been cursed. Isn't it strange?"

"Why are you here? This is a private residence."

Clayton didn't answer. He stood up and looked at the man warily, not daring to blink once.

He had just killed an enemy, and now he was not in a good condition. He had no confidence to deal with an unknown existence again.

Even if the other party knows Galid, they may not be his companions. After all, he still doesn't know much about the dark descendants group in Sasha City.

The word "private residence" made the other party stunned for a moment, but then he burst into laughter: "You are right, but there is no place that can restrict a ghost's freedom."

"And have you forgotten, today is the weekend, and Galeed has already handed in the form you filled in. I am the evaluator sent by the Presbyterian Church to review your qualifications for membership."

Clayton calculated the date and found that the other party was indeed right.

But this was not enough to make him lower his guard: "You have been following me since noon, right? If you are a member of the Presbyterian Church, why didn't you help just now?"

"Because I'm a ghost." The evaluator said matter-of-factly.

Clayton thought this explanation was insincere: "What does this have to do with you being a ghost?"

"The harder a ghost is to detect, the weaker its interference with reality."

The evaluator walked over to him and even jumped vigorously in front of him. The air flow was even lighter than his breathing, and no dust was splashed.

Even if this ghost was standing in front of him, Clayton could feel the breeze blowing through him without any hindrance.

"As you can see, I can't even pick up a pen now, and my clothes will fall off when I put them on, so the so-called review is just some inquiries."

"Okay, I believe you."

Clayton sat down again. His whole body ached now and he would rather sit.

"Do you need to rest for a while?" the ghost asked understandingly.

"Need not."

"By the way, in addition to work matters, I can also provide special services here~"

When it comes to "special services", the ghost evaluator's ethereal voice has a hint of temptation.