Werewolf hunting rules

Louis didn't like spending time with his brothers, and neither did they.

Because Louis boarded at the seminary when he was young, they did not develop a friendship when they were young, and there were also disputes over interests.

Their father left a separate house to his son, a priest with a respected profession, while the other three brothers who still stayed in the local area and their families had to squeeze into another small house, which was very uncomfortable. fair.

So this time, in order to seek their understanding and help, Louis gave the house to them.

Louis had just been released from prison not long ago. Due to the way he went in and the way he came out, his brothers thought he was still in a state of madness. However, the law did not stipulate that a madman could not transfer his property, so they were very worried. I am willing to accept his commission, even if it is not so ethical to break into private houses and the weather is not ideal.

Only the brother who went to Lawrence's house complained that there was too much dust in the house, but the others seemed unwilling to go out a second time.

The wolf howl that could not tell the distance really frightened them.

Thanks to his brother's efforts, not long after dark, the secret records that Sevan and Adelaide had taken out of the book room were back in the hands of the administrator for him to read.

When Barbara came to see him after dark, he no longer looked at the texts written in ancient times, but was praying to the holy scripture he had spread out.

Seeing the female vampire, he carefully closed the holy book, tightly clamped a bunch of blond hair inside and put it into his pocket, and then left with her.

When Louis and Barbara also arrived, everyone that Clayton could trust was now there.

The crowd gathered at the house of Barbara and Perrault, and the Priest saw the others sitting around the fireplace, and a mangled corpse lying among them, whitened by the fire of the fireplace. The green-haired family doctor held a human head with only half of the face intact and looked at it carefully.

"Welcome." The shirtless Clayton raised his head and said to Louis. He stood up and got a chair for the new guest, then sat down and looked at Julius: "How are you, have you figured out why he can't speak? ?”

Julius put the head on his lap and sighed: "I thought it was obvious. He needs lungs to breathe in and out. How can a person speak if he doesn't even have lungs."

"Then how can Clara speak?"

"Then you make him Clara." Julius returned the head to Clayton perfunctorily, but then his arm was tightly grabbed by the armor next to him.

A voice spoke in his ear: "Clara is Clara, no one else, and no one else can become Clara, because Clara is here."

Clara's voice was very soft, but like the hiss of a poisonous snake, it was impossible to ignore, and her face was also very serious, just as serious as when Clayton first heard her say that she wanted to kill him, but After that, it was the first time that Clayton saw her with such a cold attitude.

Goosebumps appeared on the wizard's neck, and he immediately forced a smile to apologize.

"Yes, I was wrong. I promise that no one will become Clara."

Clara got the promise and finally had a satisfied smile on her face. When Julius' hand was let go, she immediately wiped the sweat from her face in embarrassment.

Clayton also pretended to criticize Julius, and then reached out to take off Clara from the armor to comfort her. The girl's head narrowed her eyes comfortably, letting the werewolf arrange her hair with his fingers, clusters of arthropod knives underneath. It was shaking rhythmically, scratching the face of Kuo Ke next to it.

Lewis, who had just sat down, had his pupils trembling and stood up again.

"How many humans are there among you?"

"Me, Green Hair, and Uncle Perot." Donna said, covering her left hand. "But this has nothing to do with our identity. We just want to go home."

Clayton thought that Louis might want to say something to complain, but he said nothing after listening to Donna's words. He just sat down again and glanced at Donna's left hand that was wrapped in a thick bandage.

He felt guilty that Clayton had this idea in his mind, but quickly regretted his own mentality for thinking of taking advantage of this.

Julius went on to express his opinion: "It may be that some kind of energy forcibly maintained his life. But the source of this energy is unknown, and I can't detect how it operates. Maybe it's some kind of underground The sleeping things are providing him with energy, and Chud Osmar must have been doing these things in the past few days to make his companions immortal."

"Some energies are so special that only a few people can feel their presence, while the rest can only feel the consequences of their effects."

"It's true, I can't feel anything." Donna spoke for Julius. She tried to touch Kuok's head secretly, but Clayton stretched out his hand to block it.

"Mr. Lewis, what do you think of him?"

Clayton handed Kuok's head to Louis. Throughout the process, Kuok's upper and lower jaws were clenched tightly, and his black eyes scanned everyone, as if to remember their faces firmly.

His head has been separated from his body, and his face has turned pale due to blood loss, but he is still able to move for some reason.

The Priest put his head on the chair, then took out a test tube from his pocket, opened the stopper and poured it over Kuok's head.

This is high-purity holy water, but it has no effect on this living head.

Quok stared at him wetly.

Louis put the cross hanging on his chest against the head's forehead and recited scriptures from the Bible loudly, but the situation remained the same.

"I don't think there is any evil force supporting him." Although Louis came to this conclusion, he also felt strange in his heart. He returned his head, wiped the chair and sat down again.

Immortality is not a particularly surprising thing to everyone here.

There are werewolves, vampires, and demons here, and each of them has some near-immortal abilities. Werewolves can continue to recover from injuries as long as their flesh and blood and energy are sufficient, and it is not difficult to regenerate a broken limb; while vampires have the ability to root in their hearts. The curse has not been dispelled, so even if the head is cut off, it can still move; the demon fused with Clara comes from the power of another world, and even if the head is broken, it still has the ability to find the body.

What really surprised them was Kuok's identity.

He is actually still human!

And even though the head and body had been separated, the heart in the body on the ground was still beating.

"Ask him. Even if he knows nothing about his condition, he at least knows what Chude Osmar did to him. That will help my analysis." Julius said.

"Bring me the needle and thread," said Clayton. "I'm going to put his head back on."

Barbara went upstairs to get the needle and thread, while he took the middle part of the Mosquito Slayer's ax handle and chopped off Kuok's hands and feet one by one to avoid possible accidents later.

Julius took off the clothes on the deformed body, and everyone saw that he also had a tattoo on his back. The shape was crooked, but people could still recognize who the figure was.

"Chud Osmar, you tattooed him on your back?" The wizard looked at Kuok's face and said in surprise: "You are quite loyal to your master."

Quoke looked angry.

When Kuok's head and body were sewn together, he finally spoke, and a series of dirty words flowed out of his mouth.

Seeing that everyone else was stunned, Donna immediately spoke a series of incomprehensible ancient words to him. After hearing what she said, Kuo Ke gradually closed his mouth and his face became gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What did she say?" Creighton asked Julius.

The wizard smiled happily from the moment Donna spoke, and then became a little more serious when he heard his employer's question.

He replied: "Actually, the content of what they said is similar, but Creticia's wording is a little more extreme. Do you want me to translate it for you?"

So she just won the argument. Clayton didn't know what to say for a while.

"No, Donna." He ordered: "Find a way to get him to answer our questions. Try the methods I taught you."

Kuo Ke looked at the man who had defeated him, with a twisted smile on his face, and the broken half of his face was particularly frightening.

"Clayton Bello, I have seen the marks left on those prisoners. But you know that torture is useless to me. Like you, I have already conquered the pain on the physical level, so let them worry about it."

He was right, but Clayton had no other choice.

But Julius shouted at the right time: "Look at him, he still has the image of his master tattooed on his body, and he has only one head left to speak for Osmar. Even the most loyal person I have ever seen cannot do this. There is only one answer to explain this level of behavior, and I think they might have had an unethical love affair!"

He began to say some bizarre things, a little worse than dirty, but they were all speculations on the relationship between master and servant.

Kuok's eyes were red, and his limbless body was flopping on the ground. He stretched his neck and was about to bite Julius' calf, but the wizard nimbly dodged it.

Seeing that there was no hope of revenge, he twisted his body and yelled at Clayton: "Shut up this clown, or I won't say anything!"

Clayton raised his right hand to signal, and Julius immediately shut up knowingly.

In the crackle of the fireplace flame, the werewolf said: "Actually, we don't have to fight, do we? We don't care what you are going to do here, but you can't block our way. If you are willing to cooperate, we can restore you As is.”

Restored to its original shape, chopped into pieces, burned into ashes and rushed into the river, Clayton thought in his heart that he would not let the people of the Doomsday Seeker sect remember that he was still alive and well.

Kuok calmed down and answered him: "I can swear on all the things I worship and the teachings of this religion that I have never had such thoughts."

"But your master thinks so."

"Trud Osmar is not my master."

Clayton raised his chin: "But you have a tattoo of his image on your body."

Kuok's lips trembled: "That was a thing of the past. I was once his apprentice."

Clayton nodded, that made sense.

People give nicknames to some special statuses, such as a soldier who is a gun-carrying bitch, a prime minister who is a bloated wine barrel, and a king who is a thinker on the toilet. The nickname of an apprentice is a ten-year slave.

They did not necessarily have to work under their master for ten years, but the status of slaves during their training was genuine.

Let alone tattooing his apprentice, even if the master beat his apprentice to death, the law would not provide justice for the deceased.

"So, your goals are actually not the same?"

"Yeah, I don't know what he's going to do."

"Then what are you going to do?" Clayton asked: "The Salvation Army is dead, why are you still here? Is there anyone else coming?"

While talking, Clayton suddenly noticed that Kuok's eyes would stay on Clara's face from time to time. So he quickly inserted a new question: "Do you know Athena Burgos?"

Kuok's subconscious change in expression immediately proved this guess.