Werewolf hunting rules

The body in the yellow raincoat fell on the floor with its back facing up, and the heart was no longer in its original position.

No matter how mysterious the insect master had been before, he was just a corpse now.

The wasps outside the window were cleared, and the moonlight shone in. The werewolf, who was almost nine feet tall, sat across from the corpse with his legs crossed. He looked up, and his right claw holding the bright red fruit loosened, and the fruit fell into his mouth full of fangs. He ate it with his mouth full of juice, and let a large number of cursed wasps surround his messy black fur and sting him non-stop. The buzzing sound of the insects seemed to accompany him.

Maybe the insect master is very threatening to people who are not well protected, but it is another matter to deal with the dark descendants.

If these poisonous insects cannot bite through the thick fur, then their toxicity will be useless.

Although the insect master's physical fitness is not bad, the threat to Clayton Bellow is not even as great as that of the two exorcists. They know a little bit about fighting with werewolves, while the insect master can only swing his fists randomly.

Clayton's tawny wolf eyes looked at the corpse, and his narrow scarlet tongue licked his lips. The heart of the extraordinary person restored some of his physical strength.

Killing prey and taking away their source of power is the way werewolves strengthen themselves.

Reminded by the bloody smell in his mouth, he also realized a fact in this situation, that is, the feeling of confidence that came with the disease did not really compete with the werewolf curse.

They complement each other.

At the same time, he also realized the source of this power.

Blade Secret.

George Silver was the source of his power. They dueled and he killed him. This was the main way to pass on the Blade Secret.

The secret power can actually change a person's personality. This is something Clayton has not thought of yet, but when he recalled the people who had the Blade Secret that he had seen, he felt familiar with their performance.

Major Doron, Elder Dais, George Silver, and some senior officers who now seem to have the Blade Secret.

The Blade Secret practitioners are not very modest.

Clayton didn't think this level of side effects was a big deal. He was just surprised that he could be even more arrogant.

The detective's hairy beastly arm, the werewolf dragged the body of the insect master in front of him, and searched for things on it that he could use.

The true identity of this insect master is a disfigured man named Brandon, which can be found in a letter on him. Although he killed two guards and scared away two guards, he is actually a guard.

He was hired not by the Hutton family or the Basby family, but by Orlanster.

Among the three major families in Wei Aodi, the Hutton family is the leader in the local real estate field, the Basby family is backed by the railway tycoon Jeremy Basby, and the Orlanster family is the representative of the local pharmaceutical group, and their styles of doing things are very different.

In most cases, Orlanster is unknown and not powerful.

Brandon came to Wei Aodi and accepted Orlanster's job in order to save money to buy other types of mixed insects.

Just like farmers, if they have some money, they will think about growing crops with higher economic value. For people like insect masters, the darkborn mixed insects are no different from equipment and mounts. They are living production tools.

Other mystical experts also know the value of mixed insects, so those special types of mixed insects will not be killed, but captured alive and used by themselves or sold to the black market.

The mixed insect that Brandon has been thinking about is the Mothman. The larvae it produces can spin silk, and the cloth woven from this cursed silk can magnify their abilities when given to people with prophetic abilities. It is worth fifty times more than the same weight of gold.

The number of Mothmen is extremely rare, and they are prone to sudden death. The breeding technology is a secret, but Brandon still wants to try.

In order to save enough money for the price of Mothmen in the black market, he has been a thief and a killer. Today, he killed two colleagues to get their savings because the three major families gave them very generous wages.

He has collected all the money, which makes Clayton less worried.

640 pounds, this is all the money he has, including the wallets and identity documents of the other two extraordinary people. And Brandon's savings are not only that, Clayton found some information from the memo on him.

"In a closed room, use the special pigments prepared in advance to draw the magic circle in the book. At dusk on January 6, enter the circle with elderberries picked at the end of the month and spend the whole night. When the sun rises the next day, you can use these berries to refine holy water."

"Holy water contains the vitality of 30 to 40 people. After dilution, it is enough to feed these bee heads for half a year and the expenses of the second half of the year."

"The sewer near the safe house has broken, and the sewage has flooded the ground. Workers may come to check. No one living in Cutthroat Trail can be trusted. More wasp guards need to be placed nearby to prevent repairmen from stealing things through the gap in the wall."

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Seeing this information, Clayton couldn't hide his excitement.

Brandon brought him what he urgently needed, not only money, but also tonics.

He had also heard Julius mention the medicine Holy Water, which should be real. It was equivalent to the vitality of 30 to 40 people, which could replenish the energy in his body and restore the body of Xiu Lien, the former patriarch of the Black Claw Clan, who was severely injured, to its original state, and perhaps even have some left over.

January 6th was several days ago. If the holy water had been prepared as written in the memo, it should be at Brandon's house at this moment.

Brandon's safe house is located near Cutthroat Trail. He went there to raise money after being rescued by Joseph last time. Maybe they met each other without knowing it.

The memo has shown it very clearly. As long as you find a house surrounded by wasps near Cutthroat Trail and underground sewage gushing nearby, that is Brandon's safe house.

The only thing Clayton needs to worry about in this process is that the Black Claw Clan is still looking for him in the northwest of Wei'aodi after knowing the news of his survival. They may encounter him, and his current state is not suitable for fighting with his own people - they may come several at a time.

However, there is still a solution.

Clayton lowered his head and looked at the hooded yellow raincoat on the corpse, as well as gloves, rain boots and other equipment, the two living mixed insects, and a special pass that can pass through the rich neighborhood, and his mouth slightly grinned.

Brandon brought him more than just material benefits, but also a new identity.

He had to leave.

He couldn't stand the state of powerlessness for a moment.

At two o'clock in the morning, "Brandon" returned home, his black rain boots stepped into the sewage puddle, crushing his reflection into pieces.

He looked a little bigger than when he went out, and his raincoat was bulging.

The people in Cutthroat Road stared at him.

This was not because they found anything unusual. Every new resident could enjoy this kind of attention. Locals sometimes made bets on how long they could stay here or what they could do in the future.

It was just that today, "Brandon" took a little longer to go home.

He was chased by a dog and barked a few times before he returned to his house in embarrassment.

The quality of the houses here is really not good. The moisture makes the walls inside full of mold spots. There are also many wasps lying under the eaves outside the house. When they are startled, they will pounce on people. After entering the house, Clayton took off his disguise and used a raincoat to block the cracks in the wall to prevent people outside from seeing what was going on inside.

Then, he took off the two insects tied to his body and killed all the remaining wasps that followed him.

Next, it took almost no effort to find the holy water.

Just by opening the bathroom door, he saw that the bathtub was filled with blood-red liquid. The sweet and greasy aroma and the feeling of vitality immediately came to his nose. Without anyone explaining, Clayton immediately understood that this was his goal based on his body's instinctive desire.

And this was only the diluted part. There must be undiluted original concentration potions in other places.

Clayton couldn't wait any longer. He turned into a werewolf and lay on the edge of the bathtub to drink.

As the werewolf's throat moved, the water level in the bathtub dropped rapidly, and the plasma-like potion gradually bottomed out, revealing another insect body with chopped limbs soaking in it.

So I was drinking soup, the drunken werewolf thought.