Werewolf hunting rules

In the werewolf's dream, all kinds of bizarre scenes come one after another.

Wu Lun rode upside down on the saddle to show off his superb riding skills to the other soldiers, winning countless applause and whistles; the ferocious-looking Lieutenant Ercodang walked around in the queue with a riding whip, beating the soldiers until they were bloody. The man's eyes were like those of a hungry hyena; after the baptism of gunfire from the Taunton people, the corpses of soldiers riddled with shrapnel along with their tents in the camp were waiting for their companions to pick them up; Lauren, who was selling fish with squinting eyes on the street The old fishmonger wielded a sharp knife and nailed the eating rats to the bright silver pile of fish; when the warship docked at the port of the neutral commercial island of Hisar for a temporary rest, the prostitutes who had been waiting on the port for a long time asked Gang When he got off the boat, he greeted him with a sweet smile

And no matter what he dreamed about, the dazzling sun in the foreign land was always high.

Before dark, Clayton woke up. The things in his dream neither made him feel happy nor sad. He just felt inexplicably nostalgic.

Those things may be beautiful or absurd, but collectively they are "the past", and he is about to start working on the present.

The sound of wheels turning and horses' hooves hitting the ground was still rhythmic. Clayton thought they might have stopped to rest, but he didn't know.

He turned his head and saw his niece Donna sitting on the side without any etiquette. Her body slid down lazily along the back of the chair, and her legs under her skirt stretched forward like a bridge across the leg space. , all the way to the seat opposite. The Book of Sartaki was still turning in her hands. The paper used to compile the book was extremely thin and the number of pages seemed to be endless. The Presbyterians probably thought it was their personal belongings, so they did not take it away.

Although Donna was half lying down, she was reading very seriously and didn't even notice that Clayton had woken up.

The lieutenant did not disturb her. He slowly stood up and turned his face to the car window. Outside, he could see a green high slope with not a single tree on it. You could tell with the naked eye that it covered a large area. It is a competition venue used during the annual horse racing festival in Sasha City. Looking down, there are also low-lying railroad tracks reflecting light.

Although no train was passing by at the moment, Clayton's ears still vaguely heard the roaring sound of the whistle.

This voice was extremely exciting, and it immediately dispelled the slight sleepiness remaining in his heart.

He changed his slowness in waking up, rubbed his face with his hands, and watched the changes in the scenery outside the window more intently.

"It's coming in five minutes!" the coachman suddenly shouted from outside.

Someone in the carriage immediately started shouting.

"Shit! This voice scares me!"

This was not what Clayton said. He looked at his niece in astonishment, who changed from being engrossed in reading to looking over her head angrily, but still did not notice that he had woken up, otherwise she would never have said these words, but she would have been in Wonderland Always be patient with yourself.

"Donna." Clayton called.

Donna sat up suddenly, holding the book and looking at Clayton with a silly smile.

Clayton stared at her until her smile died down, she consciously retracted her legs that were occupying the extra seat, and sat upright again. Then he spoke calmly: "Next, we have to return to a civilized society. This is not a rural area. People are here at the same time." Pay attention to the inside and outside, so you have to pay special attention to your image.”

"I didn't tell you these things before because I had no demands on you. It's different now. After a while, we will attend Perot's funeral. You can't still be like a wild girl at that time."

Donna lowered her head.

When he mentioned Perot, it was hard for her to refute.

But she was certain of one thing - her uncle was a spoiler.

Clayton was satisfied with her compromise. Taking advantage of the free time in the car, he began to make plans for returning home.

There must be errands waiting for him at the Presbyterian Church, but he also has two things that must be done. One is to move, and he must inform each of his correspondents of the new mailing address. Therefore, although this is a simple matter, the operation is Getting up is the most cumbersome.

The second was to arrange Donna's life. He was going to inspect the structure and academic style of Xinjiani Women's College before deciding whether to send her to school.

Although he can also get some fun from educating himself, Clayton knows his nature. If she teaches completely according to his ideas, Donna may be very happy, but the result will definitely not meet society's standards for ladies.

The city is not a countryside. Social etiquette is a must in the middle and upper class society. The background of the city is civilization.

Des Jonrad also said that he wanted to build a civilized city.

Clayton's thoughts became more and more divergent. Just as he was thinking randomly in the carriage, Selanne's scream suddenly came from the parallel carriage.

"Stop! Stop! What is that?!"

Hearing the scream, Clayton immediately tensed up and prepared to fight. He saw Selani retracting her head from the car window with a pale face. He tried to see what she had seen through the car window, but due to the angle, he could not After getting her wish, Donna also stuck her head out of the right window, but did not take it back.

"What did you see?" Clayton asked loudly, leaning toward the window, making sure everyone in the other cars could hear him.

Selani stretched out a finger awkwardly and pointed at a place he couldn't see, her voice trembling: "Corpse."

Donna took her head back from the window, her two beautiful thick black eyebrows were raised and lowered, her lips were pursed hard, and she was struggling with the words: "The corpse was hung up."

Her reaction didn't seem so urgent, so Clayton relaxed a little, but he glared at her fiercely and decided to add a grammar teacher to the plan.

The speed of several carriages gradually slowed down, and several coachmen shouted outside, urging the horses to stop in the open space next to the railroad tracks. Once they stopped, Clayton immediately opened the door and looked in the direction pointed by Seranie. Julius and Donna also got off the car to watch.

On both sides of the railroad tracks, two rows of gallows stood up, with dead bodies hanging densely on them, about 20 to 30.

They were stripped to their underwear, with brown sacks on their heads, and the thick knots around their necks hung them high. The hands of the dead were tied behind their backs, and there were spots of blood on their clothes. There was something written in red paint on the wooden board hanging on their chests.

Several black crows landed on their shoulders, chirping and croaking, and when a cold wind blew, these hanging bodies swayed with the wind, startling the crows.

Next to the gallows, there are actually many sharpened wooden stakes with various human heads pierced on them. Their eyes are open or closed, but they are fixed at this moment forever.

"Are we back to the real world?" Donna was a little uncertain.

This is too barbaric.

Julius also had a strange look on his face. No one told him what happened here. This horrible side is simply a threat to the passengers coming by train.

Clayton approached the gallows and read the words on the wooden board on the chest of the nearest corpse.

"Ambrose, a heinous pagan, full of malice towards innocent people, was shot after killing 3 people."

The corpse next to him was: "Lombard, a heartless follower of the devil, was shot after killing 5 people."

Clayton narrowed his eyes. These people did not die from the hemp rope around their necks, but were hung up after being shot. In other words, the people who hung the bodies here were indeed for demonstration, and these chopped heads were for the same purpose.

And being able to do this openly shows that the government and the army have also contributed.

"Look what I found."

Julius stood in front of a hanging corpse, looked at Clayton and reached out to knock on the tip of the dead man's leather shoes, causing it to shake.

"Christopher Campin Tinora, a scum among the nobles, a lackey of the pagans - he is actually dead, I thought he could escape to another city." The green-haired wizard looked at the guy who had the opportunity to become his teacher, and couldn't help smacking his lips: "He was glorious in life, but died like everyone else. Why doesn't his magic work?"

The copper ring-level wizard was also hung on the gallows wearing only underwear and leather shoes, and it was hard to see how high his status was before he was born.

Clayton remembered this name. He was a member of the Doomsday Seekers Sect, and he was hunting Chude Osmar, and he didn't know the relationship between the red-headed man and his colleague Quoke.

In addition, he was also the university teacher of Aureli Blanco, a member of the Presbyterian Church who Clayton knew.

Clayton looked back with emotion and found that the coachmen were calm and were still smoking leisurely.

These coachmen also worked for the Presbyterian Church, and they should know what was going on here.

He asked them, and the coachman of the carriage he had just taken put down his cigarette and raised his chin to the other side of the railroad track. Clayton found that there was a warning sign stuck in the ground. They walked too far and dropped it.

He crossed the track and walked to the warning sign. He saw a sentence written on it, and he read it out: "Welcome to Sasha City, but those who have bad intentions, please think twice."

Typical threat.

"Why is there this sign?" Donna asked.

The coachman cleared his throat and said loudly, "Not long ago, there were gunfights everywhere in the city. Hundreds of people may have died, and even the vault of Dongsen Bank was blown to pieces. However, we finally caught and killed these culprits. We found that they have one thing in common, that is, they are all outsiders. Now they are hung here for other outsiders to see, so that newcomers know their duties."

The matter was sorted out. These were not criminals, but actions led by various authoritative forces in Sasha City.

It's just that this method is a bit retro.

They returned to the car, and Seranie also recovered a little. Knowing that those corpses were criminals before they died made her feel much better.

Clayton sat down with a heavy heart. For some reason, he always felt that this matter was presided over by Elder Des Jonrad, and this idea was deeply rooted.

The strong old man also had the temperament of a soldier, and it was stronger than other officers he had seen. Considering his age, Des Jonrad may have retired earlier than the day Clayton was born.

It was reasonable for the army to do such things in the past.

"He also said that he wanted to civilize the city, haha." Clayton muttered to himself, and his expectations for the next life dropped even more.

Ian Lazarus, with dishevelled hair and dirty face, walked on the streets of Sasha City like a homeless man, without a destination and without shelter.

He threw away all his weapons and let the sun shine on him, making him weak and painful.

Barbara let him go, but he was even more painful.

The order from "Mother" made him feel panicked about being abandoned, and his past insistence on his human identity made him not know where to go next. His two instincts conflicted with each other. He was hostile to his current identity, but he had to live well because of Barbara's order.

In addition to the entanglement of his new identity, he also remembered that he accidentally killed an unidentified passerby during his transformation.

He must atone.

Walking through the sweet and delicious crowd in the afternoon sun, Ian Lazarus endured hunger and physical and mental anxiety and prayed in a low voice: "Father, if you are still looking at me, tell me to fall into hell now. Well, I would rather be in pain than be confused anymore.”

A carriage passed by him, and the people in the carriage happened to hear his words and hurriedly asked the coachman to stop and stuck out their heads to stop him.

"My friend, do you want to go to hell?"

Ian looked back blankly and nodded blankly.

The gentleman in the car looked him up and down and was very satisfied with his strong figure: "Then do you know how to go to hell? I mean, this place is not easy to find."

The vampire, who was on the verge of physical and mental exhaustion, shook his head. He really had no idea how to torture himself next.

"Oh, it's not easy."

The gentleman in the car sighed and said familiarly: "But I happen to know that there is such a place that may meet your requirements."

"That place is where I clean my body, but there is a group of damn little devils around. They are greedy, ignorant of etiquette, and like to fight with each other. If they are not restrained, they can make the whole city run wild. And no matter what, It’s hard for you to change your ways with your clever tongue. These demons still have the nature to drink blood from their flesh. If you can’t satisfy their thirst for flesh and blood, you will be the one who suffers next.”

The gentleman paused for a moment when he said this. Seeing that Ian did not show a scared expression, but listened carefully, he continued: "This is still the level during the day. At night, their terror is tripled." ! They will forcefully drag you through those gloomy alleys, go to crossroads to meet ghosts and witches, and even show their terrifying inhuman postures under the moonlight when you want to sleep after this terrible journey! They will come close to your ears and emit demonic sounds that shock your soul. You must endure their atrocities and try your best to appease them in order to get a moment of peace."

At this point, the people in the car sighed.

"To be honest, I am a very devout believer. In my opinion, this kind of treatment is no different from the hell scene in the book. Maybe you think so too?"

Ian Lazarus nodded in agreement. This was the hell he wanted to go to, and he deserved to suffer there!

"Thank you so much, sir, please tell me the place quickly!"

His attitude was so impatient that the gentleman in the car began to ponder and sigh continuously, which made Ian Lazarus impatient.

"What's going on, sir? You've described to me the torment of this hell, but you won't tell me where it is. So why did you stop me in the first place?"

The gentleman in the car looked embarrassed and sighed again: "My friend, it's not that I don't want to tell you! But if you want to enter this hell, you still need to go through some tests."

Lazarus was stunned.

"Going to hell and going through the test?!"

"Yes, you can't just go wherever you want, right?" the gentleman said matter-of-factly.

"What kind of test is that?" the vampire asked eagerly as he stood beside the carriage.

"Well if you were making four gallons of vegetable soup, how much salt do you think you should put in? Or do you know a trick for peeling tomatoes quickly?"

"ah?!"

Ian Lazarus never expected that the content of the test would be this. However, he is now weak, his thoughts are scattered, and he has no experience as a chef in the past. He cannot think of the answers to these two questions at all. If this continues, he is There is no chance of hell.

The poor vampire was stunned in place, and the hatred for himself surged into his heart again.

Seeing his appearance, the gentleman in the car had a kind heart. He opened the door, jumped out and pulled Ian Lazarus kindly.

"Well, this is actually not a hurry. As long as you are willing to follow me, I can teach you slowly and ensure that you can pass the test and go to hell smoothly!"

Ian Lazarus gratefully followed him into the car.

The carriage started again, and the aroma of human blood filled the tip of his nose. When he was trying to endure it, he suddenly remembered that he had not asked his benefactor's name before mentioning this.

"Me." The gentleman took off his top hat and turned it in his hand. The brown hair on his head was combed smoothly.

"My name is Joe Mani."