Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton took Joe to Dove Square.

But this time, the square was empty except for the shacks built by the soldiers. A few homeless people burned newspapers in discarded whale oil barrels in the square to keep warm.

Joe held a saw in one hand and a lantern in the other, illuminating the face of a man who was using a bush for his bed.

Clayton was more alert than during the day.

The Salvation Army men were missing.

He chose to bring Qiao here at night just to guard against them.

"Lieutenant, you." Joe turned to look at Clayton, but was immediately frightened and took two steps back.

Clayton was dissatisfied with his behavior: "What are you doing?"

Feeling that there was nothing wrong with his tone, Joe came closer and raised the lantern to shine on his face: "Lieutenant, you really should look in the mirror. Your pupils are as big as a dead person and they are still glowing."

"Then am I dead?" Clayton asked, knowing that his body had changed again.

After repeated practice of transformation, although the transformation speed is faster, the price is that more of the wolf's characteristics will be revealed in the human form.

The usual dilated pupils and the fangs hidden in his mouth were nothing, but the horniness of his fingernails thickened and the color began to gradually turn black, more in line with the color of wolf claws. However, he had also come up with an excuse that "when moving the furniture, his finger was run over by the sofa, causing bruises that lingered for a long time."

"Not yet." Joe Mani shook his head.

He doesn't care about other people's hands, so this excuse doesn't work for him yet.

"Then it's not a big deal."

Clayton beckoned him across the alley to the dead end.

"I've heard that this place seems to be a haunted house." Joe looked at this area of ​​dilapidated houses and suddenly remembered that when he was still in Sasha City many years ago, he heard that some houses here could eat people.

“Houses that no one has inherited would have been taken away and auctioned by the council in the past ten years, but the houses here are overdue and no one dares to come here for 20 to 30 years.”

This haunted rumor should have continued to this day, otherwise the homeless people in the square would have smashed the windows of these unowned houses and broken in to rest.

"The ghost is gone."

Joe looked at him: "How do you know?"

"There are many reasons, but it's complicated to explain."

Clayton walked ahead and opened the door, but stopped at the door.

"what happened again?"

Joe felt that Clayton was a little nervous tonight and not as decisive as before.

"Joe, how much will you pay for money?"

Clayton asked him, smelling blood.

"Anything other than dignity, why do you ask?"

"Because you might meet someone from the Holy Grail Society later."

Joe took a breath. He felt that sneaking out to make money tonight was really an unwise choice:

"You surrendered to them?"

"No, this is something I just discovered."

"Then go ahead." Joe said: "I have just discovered in the past two days that a man without money is no different from a man who is dead."

Fifty pounds is indeed enough to buy a life in some areas.

"Don't worry, you will be revived soon."

The main entrance to the Holy Grail Club's house was locked, so they couldn't use the main entrance this time.

Clayton grabbed Joe with both hands and threw him onto the balcony on the second floor with all his strength. However, under Joe's shocked eyes, he jumped off the wall more than three meters high, hooked his palms on the balcony railing and rolled over.

"Have you ever been so powerful before?"

"I've grown up recently." Clayton said perfunctorily.

They went down from the second floor. The journey this time was very different from the last time he came. All the doors he opened last time were closed again, creating a prison-like atmosphere again. The strong smell of blood filled the room strangely, as if someone had set invisible restrictions on the doors and windows.

Not long after he took Hao En away, someone came to see him.

His wolf eyes glowed in the hallway, and his nose quickly sniffed to pick up information in the air.

Joe followed behind with a lantern, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Damn, don't be there."

Clayton said something that Joe couldn't understand, and then led him quickly to the entrance of the basement.

The smell of blood was blown out from there.

He was certain that it was not the smell from the placenta. This bloody smell did not increase his appetite, but reminded him of a specific person - the young officer of the Salvation Army who stood on a high platform and gave a speech.

"Come out, I know you're still in there!"

As he spoke, Clayton gestured to Joe to stand aside and shoot with his revolver any being that came out.

The vibrations in the ground don't lie.

The walls of the house were dug out by Haun's rats, and the vibrations were amplified many times.

He could feel something being dragged through the basement.

Just after he shouted inside, the shuffling sound suddenly disappeared, but no one answered.

Clayton didn't know what was inside, but he didn't indulge his enemy's ideas.

He rushed to the dining room, overturned a long table with a thick board, spilling dirt, and then dragged it back to the entrance of the basement. The movement was so fast that Joe jumped to avoid the table sweeping across the floor, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead. Straight up.

Joe had never seen this kind of strength in a person of Clayton's stature.

"Don't come out if you don't say anything."

Clayton pressed the table against the basement entrance and ordered Joe, "Go find some nails."

The thing inside refused to reply, so he sealed the entrance completely.

Even if there is still something to eat inside, breathing will definitely become more and more difficult. He can wait a week before opening it.

A harsh scratching sound came from the basement, along with a huge thrust.

Unfortunately, the Holy Grail Society's original purpose of building a basement made them thicken the floor. It would be really difficult to break through violently.

Joe's eyes switched back and forth between him and the table before he put away his gun and ran to find the family warehouse here, and then the sound in the basement made him stop again.

"Wait, I surrender."

This method suppresses all pretense, even if there are any traps and ambush, it cannot be used. The person hiding inside finally couldn't hold it any longer and knocked hard on the wooden board at the entrance and shouted to them. The voice sounded like a young man.

"Should I go get the nails again?" Joe asked Clayton in a low voice.

"Nonsense, go quickly!"

Clayton shoos him away.

"I'm just a homeless man, so there's no need to be so vigilant." The man in the basement emphasized loudly through two layers of wooden boards. His tone was so sincere that it was difficult for people not to believe him.

But Clayton had been in the basement before and knew what was inside.

If an ordinary homeless man saw that huge squirming piece of meat, he would have pissed himself off by now.

He stepped on the table with his feet, fighting against the resistance of the basement pushing upward: "I know what you are, let us speak openly, otherwise you will die in there."

The person below was silent for a moment: "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you steal from me?"

The silence below lasted longer, and after a long time, there was a sound from below.

"Did you say the opposite?"

His words led Clayton to conclude that he was not the person hypnotized by the Spider Priest, but another envoy of the Holy Grail Order.

But this may not be a big gain, just like the harpy knew nothing and was even forced to come, but she was also one of the special envoys of the Holy Grail Society.

"This house is legally ownerless, and the contents inside certainly belong to the first person to discover it." Creighton told him frankly. This was the first time the lieutenant had said this frankly.

Such contempt for legal principles makes the visitors of the Holy Grail Society feel confused. Even the mysterious side has rules that should be followed.

"Who are you to say such shameless things?"

"I am a colonial warrior of the kingdom."

Then everything became logical.

"You seem to have made a mistake. This is not a place where you can claim occupation just by planting your own flag." The people in the basement suddenly became tough. "Your accomplices should be under control now. You must die to pay for the crime of blasphemy."

boom!

As if in response to what he said, a gunshot sounded from upstairs.

Clayton yelled Joe's name, but got no response.

His face was solemn, because he paid more attention to the source of the bloody smell and did not investigate other corners. This was his mistake as a commander.

"I suddenly wasn't in a hurry to come out. It's quite safe down there." The person in the basement said, and after hearing the sound, he stepped back.

The timely taunt instantly ignited Clayton’s manic desire to fight.

This time, Clayton did not choose to take medication to suppress it.

Ignoring the other party's threat, Clayton opened the table pressed against the entrance to the basement, took off his clothes and walked down the stairs. At the same time, his height and muscles expanded rapidly, his face twisted into an animal skull, and hair like black steel needles pierced his skin. , tail hanging down behind.

In just a few seconds, the slender and burly black werewolf body appeared again, blocking the stairs leading out of the basement.

"Then let me also experience the 'safety' here."

He opened his tawny eyes and raised his hand to twist at the shocked young man in the basement.