Werewolf hunting rules

When the werewolf returned to the house again, the sky had turned pale and the vampire was sitting in the hall.

On the old sofa, a female body wrapped in a white petticoat exuded a chill. She just sat stiffly, beautiful but cold, as if she had been dead for a long time, but the green light like a will-o'-the-wisp was still swaying in her eyes.

This was an unusual situation. In Clayton's memory, even if the vampire couldn't sleep anymore, he would usually pretend to stay in the bedroom with his husband.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" he asked.

Vampires gave people a very abnormal feeling, and Clayton began to have some bad guesses in his mind. He didn't even take off his snow-covered hat, and just stared at her, waiting for her to reply before he felt at ease.

Barbara rolled her neck like a rusty bearing, looking at the werewolf with a hint of blood.

Clayton didn't like the look.

There was some hot sweat hanging on the werewolf's body, and the smell of living things could barely be concealed.

"I feel thirsty. The blood of cows and sheep is of no use to me." Her voice was extremely dry and she read every word extremely slowly. "Their effect is too small. Human blood must be used. Mr. Bello, I want to go back."

Clayton stared at her blankly and strode upstairs without making any noise. Then Donna's confused inquiries and Julius' complaints came from upstairs. After a while, he relaxed. Come down.

Barbara opened her mouth and blew out a gust of low-temperature wind, then asked as if she hadn't noticed his actions: "What about you? Why did you go out after others went to bed? Is there anyone else who needs to be solved?"

She was not curious about this kind of thing. She was just asking at this moment so that she would not have to think about anything and could fully experience the feeling of hunger.

Clayton saw it, but told her truthfully: "I'm going to measure the furthest I can get away from Gévaux."

He turned into a werewolf and ran with all his strength, trying to test the limit of how far he could leave Jevo, waiting for something to appear and stop him, but until he saw the steam shadow floating upward in Sasha City from a distance, nothing happened. Did not happen.

But he did not give up his doubts, because perhaps this experiment was also calculated by those mysterious magics. After all, he still planned to come back instead of leaving forever.

They would not really leave until Julius had filled up the medicine Marietta needed.

Seeing the vampire's helpless appearance, Clayton pointed his finger behind him: "Julius and I killed three Salvation Army soldiers by the swamp in the afternoon. They may have been buried around the camp by their companions, or they were still buried in the swamp. If you are really hungry”

A gust of wind blew past him, and before he put down his hand, Barbara's figure had disappeared, leaving only an open door and the cold wind blowing inside.

Clayton had to sigh. He was reluctant to suggest others to do such a thing, but if Barbara's condition continued to deteriorate, other people living with her might be in danger.

The long run made the werewolf feel tired. He slowly sat down on the sofa, then lay down, resting his head on the soft armrest and slowly closed his eyes.

Sleep was pleasant. Clayton had not dreamed for a long time, but this time he vaguely dreamed of something.

It was a beautiful dream. He seemed to be in the spring forest and transformed into a wolf. The breeze blew the wolf's hair. He completely forgot everything about human society and chased each other with the flying dandelions. The next moment, he seemed to transform into the night again. The floating clouds and the bright full moon are engraved on the horizon, accompanying him in the eternal night.

But this experience was as fast as blinking an eye. When he woke up, he had almost no sense of reality of sleep, but felt light and airy all over.

The memory of those dreams faded quickly, leaving only a moment of recollection in his heart.

The sunlight streaming in from the window was so dazzling, and there were also the sounds of knives and forks hitting the plates and the smell of several kinds of food.

Clayton turned over and sat up and saw everyone else sitting around the table eating, including Clara and Ian Lazarus. Barbara was also there, looking much better than he looked before going to bed.

He covered his forehead: "How long have I slept?"

"Six or seven hours - if you go to bed immediately after waking us up last night." Julius stared at him dissatisfied, one hand hanging on his chest, the other hand holding The fork stabbed hard at the hard-boiled eggs: "It's already noon and your slurping is louder than the hot soup."

He looked gloomy, and it was obvious that the werewolf's snoring was not the only thing that annoyed him, but he just found a way to vent his anger.

Clayton noticed that he would look at Barbara from the corner of his eye from time to time, and the latter turned her head away in embarrassment after noticing these looks.

"What happened while I was asleep?"

Julius looked at him and repeated his words in a mocking tone.

"What happened? Why didn't you ask her?" The wizard looked directly at Barbara this time, not hiding his anger.

Barbara looked at him almost pleadingly, while Perot sighed beside her, with a painful expression on his face but did not look here.

Donna put the knife and fork aside and filled a bowl of soup. She couldn't tell what it was like: "I'll deliver it to Miss Aita." After she finished speaking, she went upstairs.

Ian and Clara stayed away from the incident. One held her chin in trance, while the other kept eating.

Julius ignored them, as if he was the only one who cared about this matter. He banged his fork on the table: "What's going on?! Can't you eat it clean?! Leave such a big thing behind, and it will all be taken away by others?" Let’s go! They’ll use it against us! Twice!”

After glaring at the female vampire, he turned to look at Clayton's face and roared: "Twice!"

He had to hear someone yelling as soon as he woke up, and Clayton's good mood from his sleep was gone.

"Julius, I ask you to repeat what happened completely." The werewolf said, biting the words, and then dragged a plate of food in front of him.

However, at this moment, the guard sent by the mayor to look after them broke in outside the door. It was obviously Julius's voice that alerted him. He held his gun and looked at them: "Is there any trouble?"

The wizard turned around in his chair and gave the country bumpkin in his eyes a sincere and apologetic smile.

"It's okay, it's just a small problem, don't worry."

The others didn't want to make a big deal out and nodded in agreement.

The guard looked him up and down and noticed that the yelling man was a wounded person and seemed to be incapable of harming others, so he shrugged, turned around and went out, as if nothing had happened.

However, the arrival of the guards made Julius calm down a bit. He lowered his voice, but his eyes were as fierce as before: "Priest Louis was arrested. Those Hook detectives reported him for holding a black mass and took out a The evidence was a cross that pierced the dead baby, and that cross was confirmed to be his. The Salvation Army provided several corpses with miserable deaths and full of tear marks, proving that monsters were still wreaking havoc."

Barbara was too ashamed to say a word, while Clayton scoffed at the first part of the statement.

"False, Priest Louis is not in the mood to do the Black Mass at all. We all know what he wants most, and the Black Mass cannot bring people back to life. It only has the effect of enslaving demons and devils. This is also true for ordinary people. Common sense, not to mention the priesthood of the church.”

Julius's anger did not lessen at all: "The problem is that now everyone suspects that he created the Leatherworker, and no one knows that Sevan is dead."

"How could they have such delusions?" The werewolf was puzzled.

"Because Detective Hook provided the leatherworker's head, yes, it was the leftovers you ate. Those detectives lied that it was their trophy, and they found the personal belongings of Padre Louis on it. Now everyone knows The leatherworker died, thinking that Louis had created some other magical beast to harm the town.”

At this point, the wizard sneered.

The priest works in the church during the day and lives alone. It is easy for others to come to his house to take anything.

"Why doesn't Padre Lewis defend himself? I think he has a lot of credibility with the local people."

"Who knows, he looks crazy, as if he wants to die quickly. Some people associate his performance with the death of the leatherworker, thinking that he is mourning for the monster." Julius gritted his teeth , returning to the original topic again: "Why don't you dispose of the prey and burn it to ashes with fire? How simple! Do you have to bury them completely?!"

Clayton shook his head: "It's a pity that this happened, but burning it is really not possible. The smoke is very strong, and it can't burn large bones. Burning the body will only make people notice the body quickly, and it can be seen at a glance You see it's murder." Beasts don't know how to use fire.

The wizard changed his words: "Then throw the body parts into the river."

"It won't work." Perrault said something unexpectedly fair. He looked depressed but insisted on finishing the sentence: "If the bodies are broken into small pieces, the fish will push them ashore."

Fish will eat the carcasses, and those that are not big enough to swallow the pieces of flesh will still keep pushing against the pieces of flesh and blood until they are pushed to the shore.

Julius was choked by this unexpected person and had nothing to say.

He was silent for a moment angrily, and then spoke again: "So, do you think it was inevitable that those corpses would be discovered? I bet those two doomsday seekers used the ritual of the God Reaver to discover that the leatherworker was dead. , if you have burned a corpse, at least they cannot draw power from that corpse."

Clayton wanted to end this topic from the bottom of his heart: "No one would have thought of such a thing. Didn't you think so too at the beginning?"

The werewolves don't care about Louis' outcome. Although the other party helped them a lot, this priest killed Ian Lazarus after all. The latter's resurrection does not mean that his crime can be erased, even if he is sentenced to death by the locals. It is also a matter of course.

Besides, he himself has no intention to resist, right?

The relationship between Clayton and Louis is not so good that he wants to rob prison for each other.

They will leave soon without causing any further trouble.