Werewolf hunting rules

Without clothes, the body's torso was fully exposed.

It looked very strong, and it seemed to be holding something in its hand.

For various reasons, people often died in the North District, but this body was so strong that it was definitely not from the North District. And it didn't even have clothes. It was probably robbed by robbers and then killed. The thing in its hand might be the only property he kept before his death, or it might be a fragment of the robber's clothes.

There was no benefit in being associated with murder, but Joseph hesitated for a moment and stepped barefoot into the cold river again.

He couldn't let this body break the net he had just set up.

Holding back his fear, he supported the head and broad shoulders of the body, pushed the body back a little, and then bent down faster to grab the rope in the water, and held the rope net in his hand and raised it high so that the body could pass through.

Although spring was coming, the remnant of winter had not yet dissipated. The cold river water continued to deprive Joseph of body temperature, making his body shiver constantly.

Joseph thought about it for a while, but when the body floated past him, he subconsciously let go of the net and grabbed its arm again. The reason was that he saw a bunch of tiny bubbles float up from the man's mouth and nose when the man's face sank slightly into the water.

This man is not dead yet!

Life is the most precious thing in this world.

Joseph dragged the man to the shore without hesitation.

This huge and heavy body was not something a child could move, but with the help of the current, he dragged the man to the shore step by step - just in a place where he would not be washed away by the current, and the man's legs were still immersed in the water.

When most of the body was out of the water, Joseph found that his body had many small and cruel scars.

Because he lost consciousness, the man couldn't even move. Some carnivorous creatures in the river regarded him as a natural food and bit his body until it was covered with bruises. Part of the skin and flesh on his abdomen and legs were missing, and the internal texture appeared dazzling pink under the distant lights. The chest and abdomen covered with thick muscles would rise and fall at a constant speed with breathing, showing extraordinary vitality.

Joseph stood by and observed this tenacious adult. After hesitating for a while, he decided to leave.

He didn't have the strength to carry an adult, no extra warm clothes, no food and medicine, and no adults nearby to call for help, so he could only help the stranger here.

At most, he could bring some newspapers to burn to help the man keep warm.

Or what else could he do?

Joseph remembered what happened after his father's death, and he made a cross on his chest like the pastor.

"By the grace of God, if this soul is fair and law-abiding during life, it will be obtained after death"

He couldn't say any more, the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

These were a pair of glowing yellow-brown eyes, brighter than the moon Joseph had seen every night, but also extremely deep.

The seven-year-old boy was stunned. He was completely attracted by the light emanating from these eyes, which was not only real light, but also illusory light. The power and thoughts contained in the light made him forget what he was doing and what he was going to do. His spirit could not help but fall into it, feeling the other person's thoughts at the moment, pure thoughts, and then obeying.

"A safe place"

Joseph turned his head in a trance and looked at his home not far away.

The man's stiff expression did not seem to be more sober than the child. He supported the ground with one hand and slowly sat up, then turned sideways and switched to a half-kneeling position, and finally stood up and slowly followed Joseph forward. Spending a long time in the water environment made his body weak, and the wounds and blood loss also had an unignorable impact on him, so he staggered with every step, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

This place is not far from Joseph's home, only about fifty yards away, but because of his weak body, it took him seven minutes to slowly move in.

Joseph's home is pitifully small and there is no decoration. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are in the same place. There is a tin barrel in the middle of the room, and some garbage is burned in it, which brings a warm feeling to the surroundings. There are several blankets on the ground next to it as a bed.

A thin woman was lying on a blanket, her eyes closed, her breathing was extremely weak.

Next to her were three children younger than Joseph, curled up like fledglings, all with messy yellow hair like their mother. They watched in horror as the tall stranger, naked and covered in wounds, followed their brothers into the house and then fell on an empty blanket.

He looked so weak, but no one dared to ask him to leave.

The heat of the fire was a good medicine, and the warmth allowed the stranger to regain some ability to think. At this time, the pain of the wound on his body reminded him that food was the most important thing he needed now.

"Food."

The stranger said the first sentence after entering the house.

Despite the fear, everyone subconsciously looked at Joseph.

Joseph did not speak, he turned and went out, leaving the stranger in the house to think about everything without being disturbed.

Clayton. He seemed to be called this name,

and not just a name. As his body temperature gradually recovered, more and more memory fragments emerged in his mind, and the first thing he recalled was the past not long ago.

He opened his clenched left hand, and a syringe was lying in his hand.

Lavin, he remembered the second name, including some scenes that he should not remember - that was the scene when he was acting only on instinct, seriously injured and dying, he ate the other's flesh and blood to heal himself. He didn't eat too much, and the werewolf corpse was separated from him because of the complex water fluctuations.

Then, he remembered the dream-like feeling in the water.

When he was about to suffocate, the moon maniac curses that he had absorbed for committing the felony of cannibalism screamed in his ears, and the sharp sounds overlapped and echoed, unable to stop. The water that should have drowned him became a soothing existence for his spirit. They massaged his body and allowed him to fall asleep in a twisted peace.

Then there was the depleted essence - those wounds that had not yet healed were the reason why he urgently needed food now. During the time when he lost consciousness, some aquatic fish and insects gathered around him and attacked him tirelessly, and in turn used him as food. After being softened by soaking in water and chewed by countless mouthparts, much of his flesh and blood was eaten, and the blood spread with the water, attracting more predators to devour his body, causing a large loss of vitality.

In addition, the sewage in the river entered his body through countless wounds, making him feel like he was burning all over. Just standing up and walking into this house consumed most of his remaining physical strength.

Now, he thought he had to heal his wounds as soon as possible and store more vitality.

Otherwise

Otherwise what?

He felt that there was a reason forcing himself to think so, which made him feel the crisis was urgent, but he could not remember the specific content of this reason. Perhaps it was because of the lack of food that he felt so slow in thinking.

"Sir."

Joseph came back, holding a bundle of algae that was still dripping with water and handed it to Clayton who was slowly sitting up.

The man grabbed a handful of algae and stuffed it into his mouth. He held his breath and felt it for a few seconds, then realized that this was simply the lowest quality food, and the energy it could provide was negligible.

"I want meat."

"We don't have meat," the boy said.

"Then go find some meat." The man looked into Joseph's eyes and ordered, "Meat from any animal, fish or insects, bring it to me."

A strange light flickered in the tawny wolf's eyes, and his voice also had a strange rhythm.

The evil eye - a skill that Clayton Bellow had tried to master but never got the hang of, now worked as he wished, and with the power of authority, a weak child could not resist his thoughts and will at all, and could only let him command him.

Joseph went out again.

Clayton ignored the rest of the people in the room, and he lowered his head to eat the algae with water. Even if it could provide little energy, it was what he needed at the moment.

And as he absorbed more energy, more memories emerged.

He recalled his past and the reasons that had hurt him before, but everything made him feel strange and weird.

"It's so strange, why did I do these things?"

He asked himself, the reason why he came to Wei Aodi from the beginning was inexplicable.

Why did he do things for others? Why did he have to get to the bottom of the death of the helper? Why did he let Julius leave alone? Why couldn't he just join the Black Claw Clan? Why didn't he betray the Elders' Council of Sasha City? Why did he take favors so seriously? Why did he recognize someone else's daughter as his own daughter?

Is he an unreasonable noble person?

Clayton Bellow tried to recall, and whether it was friends or relatives, at this moment in his heart, they were just faceless stone statues. They seemed to have more weight than others, but compared to the uneaten algae in front of him, their value became insignificant.

This made him feel even weirder.

He was like a person who had lived in a maze since birth and finally walked out and saw an extremely vast world. All the past lifestyles had lost their meaning and he didn't know where to go next.

Although his body felt the burning pain, the pain became unreal because of his unprecedented spiritual freedom at the moment.

And the more he thought about it, the more he found out the stupidity of his past obsession.

Those things that made him happy in the past could not stir up any waves in his heart at this moment.

Maybe if he treats the world in a different way, he can survive and enjoy more easily.

"Leave a little."

A voice as thin as a mosquito sounded beside him, interrupting Clayton's thinking and chewing. He looked at the girl who was talking. The very young child immediately shut up and stopped talking. Maybe she was afraid, or maybe her vocabulary could only support her saying so much.

Clayton looked at her in surprise. He seemed to have never seen such a creature in front of him. His brown eyes opened wider and wider, and the black pupils almost expanded to the border of the sclera, making him look particularly innocent.

His eyes made all the children in the room feel cold and uneasy.

"Ah, I'm so stupid. There is meat here. What else can I look for?"

It finally found something to be happy about.

The werewolf dropped what he was holding and crawled on the ground with great effort. He stretched out his right front paw and dug it into the ground, dragging his body towards the nearest child, with excitement in his eyes - he couldn't wait to taste the flesh and blood.

However, no matter how hard he dug his right paw into the ground, he couldn't get even a little closer to the child.

A hand stopped him.

It was Clayton Bello's left hand.