The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 156 Spreading Doom

Young Bill never got up again.

He was lying on his side facing the semi-open warehouse by the aisle, the muscles on his face were tensed, and his gray clothes were gradually turning red from his chest. Pei Lun walked over to turn him over with a pale face, and found that a piece of broken porcelain had been inserted into his body. his body.

A shattered plate wouldn't have been such a threat, but a crack in the floor caught a splinter of porcelain that had sprung up, pointed up.
This coincidence is almost comparable to Creighton's recent encounter.

The lieutenant's face was also very ugly. He wanted to catch the thief who broke into his room, but he had no intention of killing him.

After all, the "thief" didn't actually steal anything.

Ian Lazarus, who came from behind Bill, knelt in front of his head and put his hand under the teenager's nose.

He raised his head suddenly: "He's still alive, send him to see a doctor."

"I'm here to help," Clayton said.

Even though the lieutenant had just suffered a blood loss, he was still the strongest man present.

Pei Lun found a hard board that could be used as a stretcher as quickly as possible, and Clayton and Ian lifted the boy up and transported him to the gate of the clinic in the town.The others followed them, waiting for Bill's fate to change.

Some people on the road noticed the situation here and enthusiastically cleared the way for them, removing the carts and sacks blocking the road ahead, as well as the broken road bricks that might trip people up.

The people on the road passed the news one after another, shouting one after another, and the people in front knew that they had to make way for the seriously injured and passed on the message before they saw them.

More and more people gathered together, they squeezed to the door of the clinic, the doctor's wife was already waiting outside, but did not give them good news.She apologized and told them that the doctor's hand was also injured and he was unable to perform the operation.So they had to turn around and go to where Clayton had planned to go in the afternoon.

Small church in town.

A priesthood miracle might save him.

The cross-topped chapel was not far away, but Bill's breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

Everyone was worried about whether he could make it there, and someone had already gone to the church in advance to inform the priesthood to prepare for the rescue.

Although Julius followed them all the time, he was only willing to be the last, and his eyes kept sweeping back and forth on everyone's backs.

He began to doubt whether what he had learned was true.

He and Clayton must have taken the Jewel of Doom with them when they went out, and even if the teenager wanted to steal it, there was no way he could be affected by it without touching it—probably.

Could the fog of doom really spread?Or is the tragedy that is happening now just a coincidence, because Bill's own fate is out of balance?

But that was too coincidental.

This is not an isolated case. It seems that the development of the fog of doom on Creighton is not the same as the fortune science he studied.

The conventional teachings of the wizards might be tiresome, but Julius didn't think they could go wrong.

Someone must be interfering with the fortune here.

But if so, how did he select his target?Who will be the next person to be affected?

Country and city priesthoods are quite different.

Not only clothing, ideas, and understanding of doctrine, but also the difficulty of tenure.

Gervaux's priests did perform miracles, but only one, and it was barely more effective in saving Bill's life than in healing him.

The boy was still unconscious.

They finally decided to pool some money to send him to the city for better treatment. The townspeople donated a skilled coachman and the two best donkeys in the town, and also sent a lot of onions and Give them cookies to keep them from starving on the way.

Clayton watched as the donkey cart carrying the wounded disappeared at the end of the avenue. Under the increasingly cold sky, the oil lamp hanging on the corner of the cart gradually went out like the twilight of fireflies.

Today is another snowy day.

The crowd huddled around the side of the road and prayed in low voices, their voices resonating in a sacred and low voice, like singing poetry.

The Lieutenant didn't pray. He turned and picked Julius from the end of the crowd.

"We're going back to church."

They have already delayed enough time. Although Bill was seriously injured, if the fog of doom is not lifted, Creighton himself will undoubtedly die.

Julius walked beside him quietly, looking more serious.

"I just asked the priest. He had no impression of the necklace, and suggested that I ask another priest, that is, Priest Louis. Usually, this priest is in charge of the confession room." Clayton walked explain.

"...I've made some discoveries." Julius said hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure of his own opinion.

His manner was unusual, so Clayton listened attentively to him.

"They're all human, none of them are converting."

Clayton nodded and told him, "Peyron said that officials from the Health Bureau and priests from the city came here last month and took away a group of sick people in the name of disease prevention and treatment. I think those patients I'm afraid it's the one who received the dark moon's call."

As for how the city government will deal with these people, the lieutenant is not clear about it, and no one has experience in dealing with this matter in the entire era.

The best result is to let the elders help to deal with it, there is no other way.

Julius admitted that the lieutenant had thought of it earlier than himself: "Yes, but I think that if the original owner of the doom jewel happened to be one of the transformation people, but lost control during the transformation process, those soldiers would still stay. Get him down?"

If someone is really so unlucky, it will be a matter of course to attract the fog of doom.

Clayton immediately understood what he meant, frowned, and then quickly relaxed it.

It takes more than a day to travel from Rewo to Sasha City. If there is a newborn baby who is out of control, the military method of Sasha City may be to kill him on the spot and bury him instead of letting the newborn sit in a car, leaving behind hidden dangers.At the same time, they will not let other newborns know about it to avoid riots, so they can only dispose of the corpse locally.

There are not many people in the town. If someone gets a strange disease, the neighbors must remember it very well.

The fact that they were taken from the city would add fuel to the rumors.

Of course, the number of these newborns would not be very large, otherwise the town would have been panic-stricken—something that even the wild beasts of Rewo could not do.

If he only asked Priest Louis about these people, it might help him recall the original owner of the necklace faster.

Clayton patted the mage on the shoulder heavily.

"You've done your job, Julius."

Received the approval of the boss, but Julius did not feel joy. He was still thinking about whether the influence of the fog of doom was disturbed by a special individual.

He had learned about it, but so little that it was difficult to recall it now.

Moreover, there are very few existences that can thwart fate. Even his powerful and arrogant mentors in Strass don't think that they will encounter this kind of existence that can almost be called a legend one day, which leads to Julius didn't bother to remember.

If such a creature really exists, its value must be extremely precious.

"Ow—woo—"

A melodious wolf howl suddenly sounded from the town.

Julius's thinking was interrupted for an instant, and he turned his head to look at Clayton in amazement. The latter's expression changed suddenly, and he looked in the direction of the sound, and the mage followed suit.But the source of the sound was too far away, and they couldn't pinpoint the location accurately. They could only confirm that the source of howling wolves was in the town, in the empty building complex!
Behind them, the townspeople gathered outside also heard the wolf howl, and they immediately fell into chaos.

"It's a werewolf! 'The beast' is a werewolf!"

"It knows the priest is gone, and now it's going to attack the town!"

Clayton and Julius were quickly overtaken by people yelling and rushing toward their homes.

Those who were still staying behind in the town rang the alarm bell, and the piercing copper bell screamed disturbingly, piercing through the low buildings, the sky, and everyone's eardrums, and completely overwhelmed them for a while. wolf howling.

The wolf howl ended after this sound.

Only the blaring alarm bells and the panic-stricken townspeople can testify that Clayton and Julius heard right.

The mage glanced at the lieutenant, who looked very ugly.

"Do you smell the same kind?"

"If the other werewolves kept their human form, then I wouldn't be able to perceive them." So he wasn't actually sure whether the townspeople's conclusion was correct.

Clayton prayed once in a while: "I hope this matter doesn't involve us."

(End of this chapter)