The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The explosion of the head did not cause any damage, but the thick plasma poured on Creighton's head and face.

Because he had the experience of seeing Faslag's double killed by a demon in front of him, this sudden change didn't scare him again, he just narrowed his eyes, and even immediately recognized the abnormality of the human head.

"No brains." He licked the blood on his lips, the taste was much thinner than the blood of a living person.

This is not a living person, he was tricked by that spider.

"what happened?"

Julius and Barbara just rushed in, and it was only a few seconds since Clayton entered the room. Before they had time to figure out what happened, they could only see his fighting figure.

Once inside, they were stunned.

"Are you glowing?" Barbara stuttered.

In their eyes, Clayton became a star in the night sky. The blood on his body changed rapidly, from red to transparent, and then fluoresced, covering his body with a layer of light but not dazzling. The bright light always attracts their attention.

Hearing the prompt, Clayton looked at himself in the mirror of the dressing table with an ugly expression.

Seeing that his colleague's eyes gradually became strange, he had to change his words again: "Maybe the one that glowed was my mistake when the light was turned on, but they are really yellow."

"There are three intruders."

The butler was about to help him onto the horse, when he heard this question, the old man turned around, a warm halo shone on his face.

"Why are the lights on in the house?" Fasslag asked.

There are too many people on the other side, and there are no important people resting in this house today.
The lights on the first floor were quickly turned on, and another guard saw the abnormal lighting on the second floor from the maze-shaped hedge in the garden, and rushed over from downstairs.

The guard squinted his eyes and turned his gun back after the environment lit up.

They suddenly turned their heads and judged that it was probably in the hall on the second floor.

He was leading the horse that the old butler had brought from the stable, and was going to any hotel to rest for the night before setting off in the morning.

His hands covering his neck suddenly deformed and broke, together with his neck.

The dizziness and surprise made him stare blankly at the wall for two seconds. When he turned his head, he saw three yellow figures running lunaticly across the corridor to the window at the end.

"Sorry, master, but can you tell me what Master Caroline and you are up to? Before the master died, you told me that you always like to take risks. Ask me to watch you and don't let you do it on a whim." You have done bad things. You have been hiding things from me for the past few months, and you have brought back a dissolute witch. Although the blessing of the church is sacred, you have become a dead person in the public declaration after all, and you can no longer go to the church to do it. Week. Maybe that witch can take the opportunity to attack you."

"I'm sure she didn't do anything to me, I haven't even seen her this month, you have nothing to worry about."

The guard covered his face, not knowing whether to chase after him or not.

"What happened?"

Individual letters lodged in his throat, as if solid, preventing him from uttering them.

When they left the room, they saw the black-clothed guard standing by the door of the meeting hall, holding a rifle in one hand, with his back to them.This is not because he is not dedicated enough to his duty, but because he has to turn on the light first, otherwise human eyes cannot see in the dark.

The old man lowered his head and sighed: "I have always been worried about you. Please at least tell me what the witch said. I am worried that Master Caroline will be bewitched by her. Magic is not the only thing that can affect people."

"Actually, I don't know much," he said. "When that witch came into contact with me, her reason was...yes.yes."

Although Faslag was a little surprised by this silence, he didn't find it strange.

Finally, he reached out to grab the dresser, tucked everything that might be of value under his arm, and led them out of the room.

"Bow your head, don't kill people, let's go back the same way."

The old man went over, picked up the clothes, put them in the saddlebags, and led the horse back.

After speaking, he stepped lightly on the horse.

But when he was urging the horse forward, the old butler took the rein and looked at him with rather sour eyes.

boom!
There was a sound outside the door.

The old man narrowed his cloudy eyes and did not answer.

Clayton didn't have time to worry about his shining anymore. He sheathed his knife, pulled the overcoat from the corpse to put it on, and quickly repeated the warning he had given before setting off.

The only guard who was slapped by the intruder shook his head: "There are no guests on this floor tonight. Did you see anything from the first floor?"

It wasn't over yet, his body rapidly collapsed inward, as if being sucked by beings in the void.

Then a hard slap slapped his face back.

He put away his gun and walked over, only to see the fuzzy red marks on his companion's face, as well as a look of shock.

Faslag strangled his throat, his face flushed, and he rolled off the horse.

The guard standing guard inside pointed to the end of the corridor: "I jumped out of the window."

"Anyone hurt?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" The butler turned around, his expression returned to the previous one, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The switch made a crisp click, and the electric lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor lit up amidst the hum of electric current.

The old butler stood quietly, his expression was still sour, but it was the same as the emotion retained in the portrait—it was not a dynamic emotion, but as if someone cut off the sad part from the scroll and pasted it on his face. On his face, and this emotion is constantly being replaced by the deep silence.

Before he could even raise his gun to aim, the three figures jumped out and disappeared.

Then his chest collapsed, and his ribs and spine snapped with a crisp, sweet sound, but only a few times.

An invisible force ran over his face, his tall and straight features were sunken, and his flesh was twisted into curved ravines, like thumbprints left by giants.

The supporting volume in the gorgeous clothes gradually emptied, and after a few seconds, Faslag no longer existed in the world, leaving only a set of clothes on the ground.

Although he has never been on the battlefield, he has also practiced for a lot of time. At least he cannot escape the training season from summer to autumn, and he has to do it every other year.

"Damn things! I just came up!" The garden guard looked at the window and gritted his teeth, but he had no intention of leaving.

Fasslag thought it was nothing at first, but remembering that after communicating with that woman, his brother had indeed made many decisions that he would not normally make, and that he and that woman had not returned all night with his guards, so the doubts in his heart were almost dissipated Gather again.

This is because Caroline doesn't want him to appear in anyone's eyes during the day.

Maybe it's time to let the old guy pay attention.

Undoubtedly, according to industry rules, the guards who had been standing guard on the independent balcony, overlooking the main entrance below, noticed the explosion and were rushing towards here after pushing open the balcony door.

Fasslag originally wanted to drive the old man away, but looking into his eyes, he couldn't help answering seriously.

After he came up, he glanced around with a gun in his hand, but he didn't see anyone there, only his colleague stood in the corridor in a daze.

His colleague looked bad: "I hope the housekeeper can accept this answer."

"I was in a hurry to go upstairs and didn't pay attention. Did you see what the intruders looked like?"

Many elderly people will suffer from deafness, or short-term memory loss.Perhaps, he thought, the old man couldn't continue in the housekeeper's position, and they were going to arrange for him to retire and pay him a pension—after Carolingian's success, these last months couldn't be without trust. People are by my side.

Fasslag had no desire to repeat the question, he just said gruffly: "It's nothing, I'm leaving. You take care, old man."

"They're...very yellow." He weighed his words carefully, forcing his expression to be correct. "To be exact, one of them is even more radiant yellow."

Faslag Cules, who was struggling on the ground, stared at the familiar old man with protruding and bloodshot eyes, but got no response.

"Where are they?" He asked impatiently, with a hint of impatience of standing guard in the cold wind for a long time.

The lights of Culles' mansion were still on, and on his calm face facing the lights, two lines of tears rolled down.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and suddenly couldn't remember why he was standing here late at night, why he was holding the horse, and what about that inexplicable sadness?

He stood there for a moment, and finally thought of it.

Master Fasslag has been dead for a long time. After that funeral, he began to experience short-term amnesia symptoms. Perhaps it is time to pick a good time to resign from Master Caroline, so that this old body can no longer occupy an important housekeeper. location.

The old man sighed and led the horse back to the stable.