Werewolf hunting rules

If the people from the Salvation Army had not visited other people's homes, then the only way they could get the news was through this hotel.

Pei Lun's apprentice Bill was sent to the city for treatment. Otherwise, every room here would be cleaned and swept in time. Pei Lun could not do it so meticulously by himself. He did not have the energy to do so many things. So if the Doom Seekers left anything in the room, it would only be after Bill left.

During this period, the only person who still lived in the room was Kuok, the servant of the strange pair of masters and servants.

The leatherworker obeyed their control, but they also pretended to be afraid and left the hotel. This was so that the new residents of the room could check in quickly, but this was actually uncertain. Unless they possess the power of divination to determine this.

Clayton and Julius figured it out at the same time.

The werewolf ran his thumb over the wood.

The edge of the knife is very new and there are no traces of moisture erosion. This may be that Kuok or Chude left a message here, and the Salvation Army chose to erase the message after reading the message left by the contact person. To be on the safe side, their knife He used a lot of force to ensure that every word could not be read, but it also made the board thin.

So Miss Seranie will collapse the bed even though it is not heavy.

Julius, like Clayton, was fascinated by the message contained in the board, but he soon detached himself from it.

"This seems to have nothing to do with us anymore. We will leave in the afternoon."

Clayton lowered the board.

Yes, it should have been a very important piece of information, but they were leaving in the afternoon, and the doomsday seekers would not have anything to do with them, so no matter how important this piece of information was, it had nothing to do with them.

Donna was aware of their strange behavior, but there was nothing to hide, Clayton told her.

The witch was worried after hearing the news: "Does Priest Louis know this? Should we inform him of the news?"

Clayton smiled and shook his head: "I think he should have known it already. At least he seemed to know it when we parted. But if it doesn't work, as we said before, he can just drive all the outsiders out."

Priest Louis must be busy dealing with the corpse now. Now that the priest is away, he has to be responsible for the funeral alone. Maybe he has to take a break to catch up on some sleep or something. They would be disturbing if they go over now.

Donna shrugged and went upstairs to sort out her things.

"You all want to leave? Okay, I understand. Do you want a few more sheep? I'll tie them up with ropes and give them to you right away. How many do you want without repairs? What do you want to buy? Tent, dried meat, biscuits, tobacco and Would you like some wine?"

All the inn's guests spent the whole morning running and talking.

Because it was a temporary decision, they needed some time to pack their luggage, so Clayton set the departure time in the afternoon. He personally went to find Fraser, the coachman they hired from the city, and put himself and Julie If the remaining things were only related to business, he would leave them all with Perun and hire someone else to pick them up next time - he himself never wanted to come here again.

Creighton, Julius, Donna, Barbara, Perot, and Selanie, a total of six people, all packed their luggage and temporarily purchased camp supplies and prepared to hit the road.

When they came to Gévaux they didn't bring much with them, but when they left they seemed to be dragging the whole house with them.

Clayton had to carry his ax again and swagger through the city.

Seranie stopped immediately as she stood on the road outside the town. She dragged the box and looked back at the place where she had lived for five years.

"This feels so weird."

Donna, who was carrying a new bag, reminded her in a low voice: "If you like it here, you can come back in the future."

It's not a big deal. Anyway, all the idiots in the Weir family died at the hands of her uncle. No one will want to take revenge on her, and no one will think that the cause of death of those people is related to them.

But Selani's attitude changed so quickly.

"Forget it then." She turned around suddenly and strode forward with the air of a coal miner who just got off work. Donna had no choice but to jog to keep up.

In this strange team, the one with the least weight is Donna, followed by Julius.

Clayton, who carried the most, walked in front. He was carrying a backpack, and the double-edged ax [Mosquito Slayer] rested on his left shoulder, held by his left hand, while his right hand held a rope. At the end of the rope were six sheep, all of them grazing happily.

"I bet they won't last three nights," Julius said playfully to Barbara. "Now he doesn't need an excuse to eat."

The female vampire sighed: "Yes, because poor Ian also needs food, and he may not like to hunt in our way."

She is now carrying a slightly larger box, and inside it is Ian Lazarus, whose limbs have recovered - although he has received blood for the second time, he is still not awake at the moment.

Julius glanced at the box with an expression as if he had just learned about it: "Oh, you are still taking him with you. I thought you would return him to his companions. After all, I mean you don't have one here either." Use it in his place, right? You're just trying to save his life, aren't you?"

"Then he will definitely commit suicide again." Barbara shook her head firmly: "His life belongs to me now, and he owes me a blood debt." When she said blood debt, the word meant it literally.

Selanne looked at them in surprise, her eyes constantly switching between the two.

These strange words are really scary.

"What Ian? What are you talking about? Is anyone else here?"

Julius glanced back at her and wrote lightly: "Nothing, that's the name of a doll. Ms. Barbara carries it with her wherever she goes."

Selanne didn't ask any more questions, but she was already beginning to regret embarking on the journey with these weirdos.

They walked for several hours, and the white sun above them quickly began to set.

The winter sun is a little cold, even if it seems closer. Dusk comes very early in this season, and the bare forest beside the road shows a desolate white color in the faint sunlight, as if it was struck by lightning in a thunderstorm night. bright world.

This scene is not beautiful. Even if they are together, there is still an illusion of being alone.

With almost no deliberation, everyone immediately and unanimously decided to stop and set up camp.

After getting water, making a fire, setting up tents, etc., another hour passed unknowingly.

Several tents formed a large circle, and they sat in an inner circle around the fire. Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the bubbling soup in the pot, waiting for the moment when Barbara announced that the food was out of the pot.

Clayton looked around quietly, got up and walked towards the dead tree where the sheep was tied.

"uncle?"

Donna's voice made people discover him again.

Clayton paused and looked back at them awkwardly.

Julius snorted from his nose knowing what he was going to do.

"What's wrong? Are you going to do something?" Perot asked doubtfully.

Clayton almost forgot that although the old man already had a certain understanding of their identities, they had not yet fully disclosed their identities to him, and at this moment there was a person next to him who truly knew nothing.

"Living sacrifice."

Clayton cleared his throat and looked at the curious Selanie: "Our journey back to the city is long, and accidents are likely to happen in the middle, so I hope to make a sacrifice to the gods in the forest. This sheep It’s a sacrifice.”

His rhetoric sounds like some kind of superstition, but that's not uncommon.

Some ocean-going ships would also buy livestock and keep them in their cabins before sailing. If unfortunately they encountered a storm, they would take the livestock out of the cabin and throw them into the sea, in an attempt to appease the gods living in the violent ocean.

Although the Bai Sect has always claimed that this behavior is heresy, it has never truly banned it.

Therefore, this explanation was able to convince the public, and mortals accepted it.

Except for Donna.

"I'll go with you." She got up happily, as if she didn't realize that she had done something unnecessary.

Clayton was speechless and reluctantly allowed her to follow.

Barbara glanced at them enviously, then lowered her head to take care of the pot.

After leaving this light source, Clayton led the sheep towards the depths of the forest with a sullen face. Donna followed him at a trot.

"Are you going to turn into a werewolf?"

Clayton didn't look back: "I can eat it without turning into a werewolf."

"But it will stain the clothes."

Donna had been waiting for this moment. She couldn't wait to see the werewolf's specific form. Last time she only saw one claw.

There are certainly illustrations of such monsters in Braccola’s books, but the creators of those illustrations—some short-sighted scribes hundreds of years ago—might have just relied on other people’s descriptions to work on it on a lazy afternoon. It is not yet known whether the work produced in a hurry is trustworthy.

There was also an image of a rabbit in armor dueling with humans in the corner of the page that contained werewolves in her memory. She still hasn't figured out whether it really existed or if it was just the random writing of the ancient scribe due to his mood.

In reality, her uncle just glared back at her, but did not change his shape.

Of course Clayton didn't want to do that. He wasn't ashamed of being a werewolf, but he didn't like being treated like an exotic animal in a zoo.

So he just walked silently to a certain distance, lifted the sheep to his mouth and sucked the blood. He already had fangs in his human form.

Donna was not disappointed at all and she continued to observe his eating patterns with interest.

The angry lieutenant had his own idea. After sucking all the blood from the sheep, he used sharp black nails to peel off its skin and use it as a tablecloth. Then he cleaned its limbs, muscles and internal organs on top of it, without a drop of blood or a grain of blood during the meal. The minced meat fell onto the grass outside the sheepskin.

It was a strange feeling to be observed chewing hair and drinking blood. After finishing the meal, he wiped his mouth with the clean part of the sheepskin, then wrapped the remaining bones and threw them into the tree for the birds returning late. .

"Are you satisfied?" He turned around and asked Donna.

The girl looked at the skin in awe and nodded heavily.

"So elegant."

She may not be so quiet when eating by herself.

"Then go back, I want to eat something more, otherwise Miss Seranie may get suspicious."

Donna followed Clayton again: "Even if she knew, she wouldn't be able to tell us, why not tell her the truth? I mean, we helped her, she should appreciate it. And we have to get along for a long time, if If you keep acting like this, it will be very difficult to hide it from her."

"Then try to do this hard thing."

Clayton did not waver: "I didn't let Miss Charlotte know about this. She has always been my assistant at work. If you think that I may arouse Miss Selanne's suspicion, then you should help I try to achieve that as much as possible instead of trying to stop me."

Donna was convinced: "That's right. If you insist on doing this, of course I will help you, but you still have to restrain yourself."

Clayton pointed at himself in surprise.

"Me? Why should you restrain yourself?"

"If you don't know yet" Donna took a deep breath: "Black pointed nails, glowing eyes, the smell of hair on your body - in short, you can understand this word, rapidly growing hair and beard, unusual height"

Creighton had to ask her to pause: "There are ways to explain this, or avoid her discovery."

He brought perfume, as well as a razor and atropine, a drug on the market for dilating pupils, which he could use as an excuse to explain the peculiarity of the eyes.

Donna pursed her lips: "Okay, then there's only one last question - you turn your head very frequently. I guess you caught the sound that we can't hear, so you tried to turn your head to see. This is fine during the day. , but at night, when it’s so quiet, others will quickly realize that the sounds you hear are things they can’t hear. Look, you’re doing it again!”

Clayton ignored her. He raised a hand to signal her to be quiet, his bright yellow eyes staring in one direction.

Donna followed his line of sight and looked over, but what caught her eye was the overlapping deciduous trees, which stood in silence like mummies.

"We can talk about this later, girl, someone is here now."