The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Priest Louis admitted that he might still have unresolved grievances in his heart, but none of them had anything to do with the man in front of him.

So why is this out-of-town detective chasing after him?

Louis couldn't understand.

Ian Lazarus doesn't need him to understand either.

The detective believed that he had obtained conclusive evidence that the man in front of him was in collusion with the Darkin. He followed Louis for several hours and saw everything.The woman in the water was obviously the accomplice of Louis' Darkborn, but there was a gap between them, so they killed each other.

Of course they were friendly to each other before, otherwise why didn't the dark man attack him immediately when they met?

As for what kind of deal this priest has reached with the Darkborn, Ian doesn't need to know.

He looked at the big tree where Louis was hiding, and his legs, which had been running for several hours, gushed out heat to relieve the unbearable soreness—this may be because his body is stronger, or it may be the effect of psychological comfort, no matter what , he felt the long-lost joy.

This was actually the first time he had faced an enemy related to the Darkin, and he would remember this day.

"Don't hide anymore, Priest Louis." He urged, pressing his thumb on the upper end of the wooden gun handle, and the sweat on his hand made the weapon a little slippery: "If you get mixed up with the Darkin, you should have died a long time ago. awakened."

Ian was just skeptical at first, but Louis's reaction of running away after seeing him proved that he had a ghost in his heart.

Louis called out to him from behind the tree, "I don't know why you think so? But if I do such a treacherous thing, my Lord will surely punish me!"

The priest stretched out his right hand from the side, and Ian immediately fired subconsciously.

The bullet grazed the priest's jaw, and blood flowed out immediately. Louis' body trembled when the gunshots and pain came, and then regained stability. This kind of injury is suitable for him to show his new strength.

The wound on the hand stopped at a speed beyond the normal self-healing ability, and the blood that had leaked out was also solidified by the heat contained in the light.

"The miracle still favors me." Louis said reluctantly, the faint light is not so conspicuous in the daytime, and it is close to nothing, but he must be firm at this moment, and let the other party believe this.

Last night, the reason why he ran away was because he hadn't changed his mind. When he attacked Adelaide, he still felt that he was shooting at humans, and after receiving the summons from the other party, he still had new terrifying thoughts in his heart, so watching It wasn't until Ian Lazarus that he moved his legs involuntarily out of fear, but he wouldn't have that reaction now.

He didn't know how the other party learned about the Darkborn, but most people who rejected the Darkin would turn to the light of God, maybe the other party had seen a miracle, so he didn't need to explain anymore.

As Louis had predicted, seeing this scene left Ian stunned.

The detective's eyesight has been deliberately trained. He knows what a miracle is, and he can see that faint light. He has seen such a light before——when the priests of the Sansha City Church purified the corpse.

Can a priest with a fallen heart still unleash miracles?

The young man didn't know the facts, but his past experience made him believe that it was impossible. The church claimed that miracles were a blessing from the Creator to the pious. According to logic, the ungodly should lose the ability to perform miracles.

Is it really my fault?

His heart that had just warmed up was now cold again.

"Then why did you run away when you saw me last night?" He finally insisted on asking.

Priest Louis had calmed down from his panic, and he responded loudly to the detective: "How do I know you are not with that witch? I shot her just before you walked out of the woods." , and then you showed up and pointed the gun at me again."

Ian was speechless, and asked instead, "Then what happened between you and that woman in the water?"

"She was transformed into a darkborn not long ago. Before that, she was the daughter of a friend I trusted, so I protected her, but I didn't expect that the recent attacks were related to her. When I found out, I immediately I realized my mistake, otherwise why would I shoot her?"

Louis completely convinced Ian, he put down the gun sadly, Louis waited for a while, and came out from behind the big tree opposite him.

"I think... the misunderstanding is finally resolved."

"I'm very sorry."

"I forgive you, kid." Louis staggered a few steps towards him and stopped, touched his tie uneasily, and wanted to say something, but the double mental and physical exhaustion made his eyes black and he had a headache Crazy, the question I wanted to ask got stuck in my throat.

After losing the motivation to save his life, the words and sentences that he could immediately think of in his mind were also the simplest.

"It's dawn, I think it's time for us to go back." The priest said, clutching his forehead, feeling his brain and heart convulsing.

Ian nodded approvingly, but didn't move.

"what are you waiting for?"

"I don't remember the way back." Ian was a little embarrassed, but he really didn't think too much before he acted.

After a while of hard breathing, the priest continued in a dry voice: "Yes, I will lead the way. But the monster wandering around the town is not dead yet, so... I think I still need a gun for self-defense, The previous one was lost on the road."

Ian had no reason to refuse, not to mention that the priest dropped the gun precisely because he was chasing him. He felt guilty, and making compensation would make him feel better.He unfastened the pistol from his breast and gave it to Priest Louis.

The priest took the gun and turned it over to examine it.

Louis touched a gun for the first time in his life last night, and he never imagined that he would use this evil weapon to plan so many murders in a short period of time, but he always had to act when things came to an end.

Besides, everything was falling into place, and he could hardly talk himself out of doing something.

After a gunshot, the detective fell down clutching his chest.

At such a short distance, all shooting techniques are superfluous.

Louis put away his pistol, knelt down beside the fallen body, and prayed for the dying man. Ian's young face showed a look of confusion and pain, and his chest was still heaving and moving vigorously. This struggling posture could not help but Reminds him of his adopted son.Was that the same thing before the child died?
His thinking was no longer as dry as rusted gears, and many messy thoughts flowed out smoothly after this shot.

Although he fired the gun, the pain in his heart was real.

But at the same time, Louis felt a tinge of joy without realizing it.

When he realized that Saiwan was dead, there was no fluctuation in his heart, but when he saw that the child was about to die and connected it with the image of Saiwan in his heart, he could feel that layer buried deep in his heart sad.

It's comforting to know that he hasn't lost his emotions.

"Sorry, boy, I have things to do too, your curiosity is too much, it may hinder me."

Louis pressed his palm on Ian's chest, and the miracle of healing played a little role, but not much, and it couldn't save the nearly extinguished candle of life.Compared with the increasingly bright sky near noon, Ian's face became darker and darker.

Louis prayed for him again, and then stood up and walked in the direction of Gervaux.

Ian Lazarus isn't dead yet, but the priest doesn't care, and God would be happy if he let the young man live, because the young man is innocent, he just doesn't want to be bothered until he finishes his final vengeance That's all.

When his revenge is over, he will pay for his crimes.

Ian Lazarus died not long after Louis left here, and when the sun faded, a furtive figure of a woman flashed out of the jungle, it was Barbara.

She looked at the dead body of Ian Lazarus, her fangs biting her lip.

She has already persuaded this young man to stop thinking about it, but young people always like to go their own way. When she finds something is wrong and comes after the smell of blood, everything is gone
Wait, it seems there is still time!
The original vampire licked her lips again, and the moment her fangs pulled out of her lips, the piercing scars had already healed.

Those brown eyes once again glowed with a green curse in the secluded forest
With other goals missing, Creighton has put more energy into the business.

He and the two wizards went to the riverside in the morning to put on a show, and in the afternoon they came back to visit customers. These people basically contacted his farmers through Pei Lun. Although Revo is just a remote town, the ancestors of the local residents Treasure hunters from all over the world still left behind many valuable gadgets.

Old boxes with patina on the parts, jade tea caddies made with ancient techniques, Tallinn-style tapestries, auspicious silver pomegranate amulets, a few old pocket watches, and a whole desk clock
Clayton watched with relish, and he made an appointment with those who wanted to sell their property to order the goods first, and send someone to pick them up after he returned to the city.

Neither of the wizards showed much interest in his actions.

"Who would buy these rags?" Julius wondered as he flipped through the ledger. The hotel room was already boring him, and these things were even worse.

Although he helped keep the accounts, these old things are hardly usable in his eyes, let alone rare. If you have to talk about their characteristics, they are half-good and not bad. They must be swept down on the table and thrown away. It can be a little bit of a pity when it goes to the trash can.

The thought of his job dealing with them puts him off.

Clayton was holding up a snuff bottle painted with anemones for estimation. The expression on his face was not that of an antique dealer, but that of a sculptor who studied deeply.

"The value of a rare commodity depends not only on its workmanship and cost, but also on its spiritual connotation." He stroked the snuff bottle, regardless of the old smell on it. The smell of old things has always been closer to him than new things.

Because this one was small enough, he took it back to the hotel first.

Since the other guests of the hotel moved out, he rented another room and moved his resting area to the second floor, which made it easier to take care of each other with other people.

In life other than dealing with monsters, doing so also provides a certain convenience for them to communicate with each other.At this moment, Donna is also listening to his business experience in his room. Although Clayton doesn't want her niece to work in public in the future, she must also understand these things to increase her knowledge, so as not to be deceived one day.

"For example, a snuff bottle that has been passed down for generations and has witnessed the glory of the ancestors of the past generations is better than a snuff bottle randomly collected from the countryside."

Staying up late and heartache after yang, this period of time will be slower, and then complete the word count after fully recovering