Werewolf hunting rules

Kuok's dark eyes were embedded in his fair face and kept wide open, making him look like an ugly porcelain doll. Pei Lun had never seen him close his eyes, nor could he imagine it.

A match was struck, and Pei Lun finally chose to light the oil lamp on the counter instead of taking the sword first, so that he could see more clearly what Kuo Ke was doing.

The light of the flames was brighter than the moonlight. Kuok's eyes did not blink due to the sudden firelight, but kept staring at him.

"I left something in the room."

Pei Lun couldn't help but shudder. This was the first time Kuo Ke spoke in front of him, but he didn't expect the sound to be so unusual.

The voice spitting out from those plump lips was sharp and hoarse, like the voice of an elderly woman, which formed a terrible contrast to the impression Kuok himself gave others.

No wonder he didn't want to talk before.

If Chud Osmar hadn't been here, he might have remained silent.

Pei Lun was not surprised for long. He had his own principles in managing the hotel.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. That room is occupied now," he insisted.

Quok shook his head.

"soon."

The fat guy seemed ashamed to speak because of his voice problem, so he kept his sentences as short as possible. After saying this, he ignored Pei Lun and walked towards the stairs.

Perun's hand touched the sword again.

"It's very late now, you can't disturb my guests' rest"

The heavy footsteps continued on the stairs, and Pei Lun had to suspect that his voice was not loud enough. After all, he was trying to avoid waking up the only customer in the store.

Selanne was a prostitute, but she paid the price and was his respected customer.

Kuok's figure walked up the stairs unhurriedly, ignoring the innkeeper's warning - he didn't think this little thing was a big deal.

But he was wrong.

The leather product fell to the ground with a dull sound. He turned around and saw a long sword with a shiny but rugged blade pointed at him.

Pei Lun kicked the scabbard away and made sure that the ground in front and behind him was flat.

"Mr. Kuok, I regret to inform you that you are now the most unwelcome person in our store. Please leave immediately!"

The little boss is very angry, and anything that goes wrong may cause him to explode.

Kuok broke the rules of the hotel and he should be punished, Pei Lun said to himself.

The long sword was pointed directly at the fat man. The wear and tear left on the sword when he chopped down the leatherworker did not make Perun feel unhappy, but made him suddenly feel envious of Mr. Bello - if the Kuok in front of him was also a monster, He can display his sword skills without any scruples.

Facing the threat of the long sword, Kuo Ke showed no fear, but after hearing what Pei Lun said, hatred suddenly emerged in his eyes.

It's really baffling.

Pei Lun was sure that he had done nothing wrong. Even if he was thinking about excessive things, his thoughts were not put into reality after all. The reaction in this look was too intense.

The atmosphere became more and more anxious. Kuo Ke didn't seem to care what he was holding in his hand and stretched out his hand directly to him.

A fat, but ordinary right hand.

For some reason, Perun instinctively took a step back, then was surprised at his own weakness.

But Kuo Ke had an aura about him, like a beast in the mountains. It gave Pei Lun the feeling that if he couldn't hit the vital point at once, he would be killed immediately by the bite of sharp teeth.

But Pei Lun is not without any confidence.

His ancestors had lost almost everything, but one very important thing had been passed down.

The secret of the way of the blade.

He has the confidence to fight back.

Peng!

A loud voice broke the silence.

The confrontation between Pei Lun and Kuo Ke disappeared in an instant. They both looked in the general direction of the sound in shock and their sight was blocked by the wall of the hotel.

Someone shooting in town?

Kuo Ke turned around, the attention on Pei Lun disappeared from his eyes, as if he was looking at a ball of air.

"Get out of the way," he said sharply.

Pei Lun still raised his sword to ensure that Kuo Ke was always in his sight, and then slowly backed away from the stairs.

This was not a trap. Kuok really left after going downstairs without any hesitation.

Pei Lun picked up the scabbard with a gloomy expression, inserted the long sword back into the counter and began to consider the possibility of selling the shop and living in the city.

Or should he buy a gun too?

Padre Lewis insisted on shooting himself, but Clayton refused.

Since someone is willing to do everything, of course he must respect the other person's ideas.

However, he also did other things to make up for his participation. He used very professional techniques to arrange everyone's positions, death methods and even postures, pretending that this was a gangster plot.

The three thug brothers from the Weir family collided with Lawrence who was out at night, and decided to rob the jeweler. However, the old man still had some strength and accidentally killed one person during the resistance. The other thugs decided to avenge their brothers. , so he killed Lawrence with a dagger. At this time, a member of the Salvation Army appeared and shot one of them dead. The other wanted to rush up and fight him, but was stabbed to death, following in the footsteps of his brothers. But when the Salvation Army saw the property left on the jeweler's body, he couldn't help but put down his weapon to pick it up. At this time, someone opened the window to check what was going on outside, so the Salvation Army panicked and hurried away without even picking up the weapon. escaped.

He believes that the above script is enough to win people's trust, but what people can see tonight is only the most obvious part of the script, and the rest is the hidden plot.

There is no way to design it like this.

It's not that Cretton didn't have other better scripts, but Lewis was the one who was going to shoot after all. He was really not familiar with firearms, and it might take more than half a minute to load bullets in the dark.

If you take into account the reactions of the residents on both sides of the street, and leave some time for the priest to escape, then there is only enough time to fire one shot, and everyone else will die with the sharp blade.

Clayton executed them himself, and then it was Louis' job.

The werewolf climbed onto a roof, ready to receive the priesthood.

"Eighty-one," he said to himself.

A normal person could kill ten people in a lifetime, which is pretty good, but he had killed so many in his early thirties.

The guilt in his heart for these dead people has long been gone. It may be that he has gradually become accustomed to all this under the influence of wolf blood, or it may be that some people on this death list really deserve to die, and even his conscience does not object to killing these people.

The cold may also be what makes him more and more ruthless.

In autumn and winter, the werewolf will instinctively hunt wildly, as his ancestors did.

Clayton put aside these unhelpful thoughts and hid in the dark and looked at Louis quietly.

The priest standing in the street, holding a long rifle, looks like a dead leaf, strong but fragile. Clayton knew that he was not yet familiar with murder, because even though the target was motionless, he spent a lot of time aiming before firing the shot.

Fortunately, there was no miss.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Louis dropped the gun and ran wildly until the nearest dark alley appeared, and he turned around and went in.

Until now, no one appeared in the windows on both sides of the street. After all, it would take some time for people to walk to the windows after waking up.

When he came in, Clayton was already waiting in the dark alley.

The werewolf helped the priest climb over the fence and hide in the backyard of a family. He had just talked with the watchdog nearby, so no one made a sound unless he ordered it.

"That's not difficult, right?"

Because the matter was resolved smoothly, Clayton's voice was slightly smiling.

The corner of Louis's mouth twitched, which seemed to poke a sore point in him - he was no longer a moral priest, he had committed the felony of murder, and he was with the inhuman monster.

"That's enough. Stop saying such humiliating words to me. Our cooperation ends here."

"No, there's still a wall left."

Clayton watched the priest's face getting worse and worse, and could only shrug: "You're going to dig it out later, aren't you?"

The Priesthood is speechless.

Tens of seconds after the gunfire, restlessness gradually began to spread on both sides of the street.

Just as they expected, the bodies and guns were found, and some began to scream at the top of their lungs. At the werewolf's command, the watchdog also began to scream, triggering the screams of others of its kind. Then every house began to have activities, and as the noise spread, windows on both sides of the street lit up one after another, as if the flames would spread with the sound.

While no one was paying attention, Clayton climbed up the wall, pulled Louis up, and then jumped off the wall together.

Then he took the priest with extraordinary speed in a detour so that the priest could pretend that he was hurrying from the church.

"Go clean up the mess, my dear priest."

Lewis straightened out the wrinkles in his clothes, walked a few steps and then stopped, looking back at him.

"Did you kill the circus animal trainer? Or was there someone else?"

Clayton's smile disappeared.

"Yes."

From the moment Louis discovered something strange about him, he knew that this matter could not be avoided.

But he knew that this incident was not enough to make them fall out.

"I killed everyone in the circus, but there is a reason for that. They are bounty hunters who hide their identities, and the circus is just a cover for them to hide their identities. When they saw me, they mistakenly thought I was them. They were competitors for the current mission, so they attacked me first, and all I did to them was just a legitimate fight back. Of course, all I did was kill them, and I didn’t do anything else unnecessary." He promised .

"I know that the leatherworker did a lot of tricks, including leaving traces of damage on the body, but who knows what the ghost did it for."

Louis nodded imperceptibly, not even questioning this bizarre statement.

"This is not impossible. I have only thought of the possibility of the leatherworker's identity in the past few days, and it has something to do with them."

"Last month, the animal trainer came to the town to look for something, but in the end it seemed that he failed to get what he wanted. After that, they stopped doing business. I think the original identity of the leatherworker may be that they raised poor animals for entertainment. people."

"Poor guy being raised?" Clayton was stunned.

"They are the mutilated people that are displayed in most circuses. Haven't you seen them?"