Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton continued to wander the house, searching for anything that might be left of the Holy Grail.

He returned to the third floor and explored the remaining rooms before getting some results.

In a room that seemed to be used by adults, he found a strange scripture book with a gold cover and a strange language. But looking at it, it is just the most basic holy book of the White Sect, the "Pioneer Records", which records the stories of the prophets who first sensed the will of the Heavenly Father.

Part of the content is highlighted with red pen.

"The Heavenly Father commands leopards, lions and she-wolves to test people and make them obedient. Those who disobey will live forever in the land where the sun dies. Those who are willing to obey, the dogs will lead them into the fairyland."

"I don't know." This was Clayton's assessment.

But this was the only thing related to the Holy Grail Society that could be found on the third floor. After thinking about it, he put it away.

Return to the second floor again,

But this time Clayton felt something strange.

As his feet descended the stairs, he seemed to hear something running, but when he looked in the direction of the sound, he could only see white walls and floors.

This unusual phenomenon made him wary and his steps slowed down.

The old floorboards made a grunting sound under pressure, and the secret running sounds and vibrations suddenly disappeared.

"mouse?"

Clayton wasn't sure.

He has had many interactions with this furry creature in the countryside. They are always willing to be roommates with humans. If there are no humans near their nests, they will quickly move away because the food they need is provided by humans. .

This house has been vacant for who knows how many years, why are there still rats here?

In this house with closed doors and windows, it seems that the movement of people has brought the rotten air in the house, and some different smells are rising up from the next floor.

That's a very fresh taste.

Fresh shit smell.

Anyone else live here?

Clayton's ears twitched and his head turned to the corner under the stairs.

There were strange voices, old and nervous.

"It's impossible, it's impossible. You said there were people last time, but there won't be anyone. We are the only ones here, and no one will come again."

A black creature with long hair, smelly, no clothes, and suspiciously human was carrying a mouse upstairs and talking to himself.

Clayton watched him as he walked up slowly holding on to the handrail.

The vibration in the wall was heard again, and it moved with the movement of the black figure.

The noise was enough for Clayton to confirm that it was not an hallucination. He stepped back until he was five feet away from the stairs.

The guy walked up to Clayton, but turned a blind eye to them, and the mouse in his hand scurried away.

Until Clara made a voice: "Haun, is it Haun? This is Clara!"

Is this Haun?

Clayton's eyes widened.

He could not have imagined that the child he was still feeling sorry for just now would become like this.

As soon as he got closer, he found that the black color on the surface of the creature was completely formed by years of dirt and a large amount of hair, and the stench hit his nostrils.

The black humanoid stopped and his gaze suddenly locked downwards on Clara's head.

On his dust-covered face, only his eyes looked like a living person.

"Is it Clara?" Haun's voice was full of shock.

He quickly shifted his gaze and looked at Clayton, then reached out and grabbed the lieutenant's clothes and tore them hard a few times. In such a short period of time, Clayton had already seen that his true face was much older than himself. Only then did Clayton remember that Clara seemed to be of the same age as him.

"It's not an illusion!" Hao En cheered up and screamed: "This time it's not an illusion!"

"Of course Clara is not a hallucination!" Clara also shouted.

Clayton picked his ears.

Hao En lay on the ground crying and laughing, and it took him a while to recover.

"Did mom ask you to come to me? She still remembers me, right?"

"Have you been staying here?" Clayton couldn't help interrupting him.

"Of course, I have always been obedient. In order to guard those things, I stayed here every day and never left. I missed you every day and wrote a diary. But my mother never brought you back. I kept waiting, but then I went to wash There is no water in the room, and I can't get water for bathing, so I have to stay down there, otherwise I will get dirty." He got up and rambled on, his tone and eyes still like that of a child.

"Then how do you get food?"

"My friends will bring me food." Hao En came closer again, and when he opened his mouth, there was a dizzying stench.

While he was talking, a mouse crawled up from behind and onto his head.

Clayton turned his head and looked out the window at the pile of garbage piled up to the second floor, and suddenly realized that it might be household garbage that he had discarded alone.

Taming animals to help you find food sounds like a bestiality.

Clayton has been studying extraordinary people with talents in the past few days and knows that such people can communicate with beasts, but in the city they can only summon birds and mice.

However, he was not curious about Clara's current appearance, nor did he ask why they came down from upstairs, which made Clayton feel very wary.

"So where is mom now? Can I go see her?" Haun asked him.

Just as Clara was about to speak, Clayton put his fingers through the birdcage into her mouth and spoke for her: "Yes, she misses you very much, but she also has to take care of other children, so she asked me to come. , and took away some things she couldn’t take away at the time.”

When he first entered Joe Mani's old house, he discovered that no one from the Holy Grail Society had contacted Clara at all.

Clara is a contracted demon after all. The Spider Priest came to Sasha City and didn't look for her for two consecutive months. Most likely because he saw Joe Mani alive and abandoned her because he thought her mission had failed, or he simply thought she was dead.

Haun's condition is unknown, but he currently appears to be in a similar situation to Clara.

Haun's eyes were fixed on Clara, and the emotions in his eyes could even be called "jealousy" and "resentment."

He pointed to the birdcage and asked Clayton: "Then why is Clara here?"

"Her mission is complete, she killed Joe Mani, but your mission continues."

Clayton twitched the corner of his mouth, and when Clara heard his lie, her teeth began to work harder, but not really too hard.

It seems that he has matured a lot.

"That's great." Hao En sighed, but the malice in his eyes did not dissipate at all.

This man's reaction gave Clayton a very strange impression. No matter what kind of person he was in the past, the long-term confinement life turned him into a crazy guy.

Clayton didn't want to talk to him anymore and went straight to the point: "Where is the thing that mom ordered you to take care of? I need to go over and see its status."

"Of course, of course." Hao En nodded as if taking credit.

He took Clayton downstairs, through the corridor on the first floor where old clothes and rags were piled up to make carpets, past the dining room where the table was full of rotten food, and the bathroom, which was already unbearable to look at from the door.

After the water in the house was cut off, Haun had no way to keep himself clean. He could only try not to go upstairs to avoid soiling other places.

He has been staying on the first floor for the past few years, causing the first floor and the floors above to be completely different worlds.

They ended up at the back door at the other end of the hallway.

Behind the door was a yard with knee-deep grass. Clayton had seen it from the roof, so he knew that he had been calculating the area and location of the indoor layout.

But what’s hidden here isn’t in the courtyard.

Haun pointed to an unusual piece of ground beside the door, where there was a movable wooden board with an iron edge: "The entrance to the basement is below. My hands are dirty, so go down by yourself."

He was still a little shy when he said this.

Clayton couldn't believe him. The entrance seemed too narrow and it was not easy to get in.

If Haun made a sneak attack while he was going down, or placed some trap inside, he would not be able to take out his hand to counterattack for a few seconds.

"You go down too. It's my first time here and I don't know much about this place."

He gave up his position and motioned for Hao En to go down first, but Hao En did not move and the look in his eyes changed.

If just now it was a transfer of trust and attachment to his mother, now it is an unforgettable hatred.

Clayton was on guard: "What's wrong with you?"

"You are not your mother's boy, but a heretic, are you?" Haun sneered and read out the content of "Heralds": "'Follow the footsteps of the messengers with full reverence, but if they stagnate, you should know what they are doing. You are not telling the truth.’ Even if you are a member of the church, you must know that you cannot let me go down first to worship the holy relics, otherwise I will be guilty of blaspheming the special envoy.”

How do I know this religious rule? Clayton sighed, but because Haun was too close to him, he didn't dare to inhale harder.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"You are all going to die." Haun gave them a life plan.

"Clara is going to die too?"

Clara was finally able to speak, and she looked at Haun in horror.

Haun also looked at her and answered affirmatively: "Clara will die too, and she will go to hell for bringing a heretic home!"

Before he finished speaking, the whole house began to tremble, and dust began to fall from the ceiling.

Countless black rats squeaked out from the cracks in the walls, the indoor garbage piles, and the broken drainage pipes in the corners, and in the blink of an eye, a new layer of "wallpaper" was put on the interior. In just a few seconds, Clayton saw hundreds of them appear, and they were still pouring out from behind.

Probably all the rats in the parish are here.

As long as there are enough of them, ants can eat people, not to mention rats.

"So, I hate religious fanatics." Clayton muttered softly amidst the noise of the rats.

His right hand turned into a sharp claw, and the cold light flashed across Haun's neck in an instant, and blood spurted out from the artery gap.

Haun's body fell to the dust, but the rats continued to pour out and swarm.

They were so overwhelming that there were gnawing sounds even outside the back door, and the way out was completely blocked.

Clayton realized something.

The person who can tame rats may not necessarily be a beast whisperer, but may also be a rat walker.

I see some readers are curious about my identity. Let me explain that I am an unemployed young man in the city.