Werewolf hunting rules

In the dressing room, Clayton quickly found a notebook.

The handwriting in the notes is still in cursive style. The prostitute here obviously received a high level of education, but fell to this level due to various reasons that cannot be publicized.

In the notes, he found the influence Athena left on this place.

On those pages, the edges of the paper were rolled up, leaving traces of being pinched by fingers. It was obvious that they had been read many times.

It had several different handwritings on it, more like a memo than a diary.

He sorted out what the dancers had to do under Athena's arrangements. They had considerable religious significance and had a clear purpose - to conceal themselves from the audience.

The dancers titled this process "Purification."

"Prepare pure candles, salt, holy oil, citronella, and an ornament containing silver."

"At six o'clock in the evening, when the moon appears, light all the candles in the room, burn citronella on the stage, and bathe your body in the smoke. After the citronella is burned out, rub the exposed skin with salt. Finally, dot it with holy oil Um, apply the jewelry at the same time.”

“Pray to Heavenly Father for confidence during the fumigation bath, pray to Heavenly Father for courage when anointing with salt, and pray for luck to Heavenly Father when anointing the forehead with holy oil.”

"Praying is done indoors, but it needs to be facing the full moon."

"After praying, walk around the edge of the stage clockwise and light up the stage lights."

"Open half an hour apart."

These are just the main steps in the notes, along with notes on details, such as only white candles, how to mix holy oil, and what postures to use when praying.

Clayton's eyes briefly glanced at these conditions, and he soon realized that he didn't need to worry too much.

He found the remaining materials on the table in the dressing room. The materials prepared by the dancers had not been used up.

Only the silver ornaments were not there, they had been taken away, but Clayton had a silver button in place of it.

He touched the button on the note and made up his mind.

If you want to know why the dancers changed, it's a good idea to follow the steps.

Since werewolves were more resistant to mind control, and the dancers showed no signs of being controlled at Notre Dame, he thought there should be no risk in following the notes.

As for what the Blood of Desire ritual would change, he didn't care.

He is already a werewolf, can he turn into another kind of monster?

Clayton almost sincerely lit up the sconces in all the rooms and on the sides of the auditorium.

This work should be completed by multiple people, and it took him more time to do it alone. Chang Yue's position changed significantly after he completed the preparatory work, and he needed to go out for proofreading at the end.

There were half a bundle of citronella grass standing in the corner of the warehouse. He stuffed them into an empty bucket and brought them to the stage to light them.

Because there was too much moisture, the fire was not big, but there was a lot of smoke.

Clayton opened his arms in the white smoke, trying to let the smoke touch everywhere.

The aromatic smoke rarely made his nose uncomfortable.

Although not religious, Clayton was also born in the smoke of citronella.

Symbolism aside, this plant has a wide range of medicinal uses and is arguably more popular than tobacco in the medical field.

However, it is also widely used for processing food materials.

This made Clayton very uncomfortable when rubbing salt on himself, always feeling like he was making bacon.

He tried his best to clear his mind and follow the ideas in his notes.

Those prayers go straight to God.

Clayton did not believe in God, but he was still looking forward to it, eager to get a response from the superior.

He does not believe in God's kindness, but he believes in God's wisdom and that inhuman wisdom can solve some problems.

After the triple prayer, he walked slowly along the stage, listening to the squelch of the planks echoing beneath his feet.

The stage of the club is recessed, and the dark curtains are drawn up to give a sense of closure. The stage is like a box, Clayton is inside, and the auditorium is another world. The light on the stage only comes from the burning citronella and candles in the center. The aroma and ritual behavior make this small place even more sacred.

In the process, Clayton's mind gradually relaxed.

He could vaguely understand why believers were so keen on praying.

When a person entrusts everything he has to another being, responsibility and pressure disappear.

After walking four times along the stage, Clayton stopped and looked up in confusion, but could only see the ceiling.

As precise as the hands of a clock, after completing these steps, there seemed to be a sound in his heart, and a sense of restlessness that was different from that after exercise flowed in his blood, but it was very slight.

Something was calling him.

A mysterious connection emerged.

Clayton looked down at his hands. His palms were a little black, which was a sign of werewolf transformation that usually only occurs under the full moon.

He could feel the power coming from the sky, warm and sweet, making him subconsciously long for more.

But if you are willing to restrain it, this restlessness will soon subside.

Is it Changyue? Or something else?

Clayton's instinct told him that if he were in full werewolf form, he could experience that feeling more clearly.

He thought it was worth a try.

But there's one thing that hasn't been done.

He returned to the backstage, climbed up the ladder to the iron frame overhead, and controlled the mirror device to light the stage.

The intricate installation used mirrors similar to those used in gem-cutting to illuminate the stage with just a single candle.

Returning to the stage, he prepared a bit and then released himself into a bright light.

The smooth and muscular werewolf's torso rose up in the smoke.

As the shiny black hair pierced the skin and the human eyes transformed into animal eyes, he increasingly felt his soul floating to higher places. This was an experience he had never experienced before in his previous transformation.

The feeling was extremely reassuring.

He hadn't felt it in years since he left his hometown of Batnu.

Galid once said that some dark descendants would think that they come from another world, and that world is called Wonderland in occultism. Clayton didn't believe it at first, but now he believes it.

It was more comfortable than in my hometown, as natural as a baby in its mother's womb.

He lay down on the ground, almost intoxicated in this dense feeling of happiness.

He even thought that even if he couldn't find any clues today, it would be good to sleep here.

A huge, muscular body covered in dense black fur lay in the center of the stage. The rise and fall of the werewolf's chest gradually became gentle, until an unknown amount of time passed before an unfamiliar odor molecule broke into his nasal cavity with a well-developed sense of smell.

The werewolf woke up from his dream and angrily pursued the source of the smell.

The curtain in front of the stage was tightly closed, but with his perked ears he heard the sporadic sounds of movement.

Who's there?

With awakened anger, the werewolf opened the curtain and stuck his head out.

In the auditorium, men whose faces could not be seen poured in orderly from the front door, sat down in the front row, and looked condescendingly in the direction of the stage. There were some people in the back who poked their heads in and saw the staff who were not checking tickets, and they also came in swaggeringly. , follow the person in front and take a seat.

Clayton's sanity returned.

He remembered that he had damaged the main entrance when he entered, and that people who had been affected by Athena and the layout here were finally able to get in, as well as those who would evade fares.

What a terrible mistake!

He is still in werewolf state now, if he is seen by ordinary people,

He quickly retracted, but he also knew that this action was obvious, and the top priority was to return to his human form, put on his clothes and find a way to escape.

Through the curtain, Clayton's ears flickered.

He suddenly heard strange murmurs.

"Old Buck, you are here too. Why has this club stopped selling tickets recently? I thought they had closed down, but I found out today that they had changed."

"Probably because business is sluggish, I want to get straight to the point."

"Hahahaha. But seriously, how are the girls here? This is my first time here, but the black-haired beauty just now is really good. I don't know what the asking price is."

"I don't have money to come here these days, and this is the first time I've seen her. She may be a newcomer. She took one look at us and shrank back. Hehehe, she's so shy."

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Clayton caught a message and the idea of ​​leaving was put on hold again.

"A black-haired girl, where is such a person?"

He has searched this place and found no other living people at all. The dancers have all moved away.

Has anyone escaped his detection?

Invisible and smellless, even Athena cannot do both at the same time, so she needs to transfer her true body at all times.

Or is he another cursed person similar to a ghost?

Is she an enemy?

The werewolf, who had not bothered to put on his clothes, was thinking confusedly behind the curtain. His sharp claws unconsciously stroked his muzzle and smoothed out his hair. In this peaceful atmosphere, he suddenly had an idea.

"Wait, that black-haired girl isn't talking about me, is she?!"