The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 375 Dead Bird
Seeing Clayton's silence, Julius hesitated and did not try to stick his head through the window to observe.

Clayton's face inevitably reminded him of what happened last night. The small kitchen window gave him the feeling of a werewolf's mouth extending outward, and he didn't want to put his neck close to it at all.

But not all traces have been eliminated. Clayton spoke again: "This guy is not the owner of this house. The original occupant has been killed by him. The body should be hidden somewhere in the house. I can still smell it."

"Where?"

Clayton's face disappeared from the kitchen. Julius turned to the front door and entered the house. He saw him in the living room, using his arms to move a wooden barrel from its original position. When the barrel was moved away, a door with a pull ring was revealed underneath.

"This might be an escape passage converted from a cellar, with an opening at the other end." He said, a faint air flow coming out from the gap in the cellar door, and another smell of blood and flesh made his nose itchy.

Pulling open the door in the floor, they lit a candle and went down to the bottom.

The space here was very small, less than twenty square meters, and next to some piled up sundries, tools and wooden barrels, a narrow corridor was dug out of the wall. There was no need to go further inside. With just the light of candles, they could see two corpses lying in a huge pool of blood not far away in the corridor.

They were all male, and they were in a forward crawling posture.

Clayton and Julius walked into the corridor and observed the two bodies. One of them had his left arm cut off, and the other had half of his neck cut off. The edges of their wounds were raised, and the blood flowing out was like a long red carpet, extending to the end of the corridor. Their faces were shriveled and pale due to blood loss, like unpainted wax figures.

"It's that again," Clayton said. "That guy's knife will hinder the healing of the wound. Even if it doesn't hit the vital part, it will cause bleeding."

"It's the wrong path of the Blood Mystery." Julius judged.

"Maybe it's just because of those two special knives. He is very fast and powerful. I think he is a practitioner of the secret of the blade." Clayton said.

Julius shook his head, and when it came to knowledge, his originally manic spirit gradually calmed down.

"No, bleeding is not just the effect of the 'leech therapy' in the Blood Secret's Deviation. In fact, the Blood Secret focuses more on speed than the Blade Secret. It abandons the body's defense and focuses on controlling itself. By speeding up blood circulation and muscle contraction, they can also master extraordinary strength and speed, as well as terrifying vitality."

"The difference between Blade Secret and Blood Secret lies in other directions. When faced with the influence of external forces, Blade Secret adopts more resistance and overcoming. Blood Secret, on the other hand, is able to adapt and further change. That is why Blood Secret is always associated with medical skills and human alchemy."

"But if I receive both powers at the same time, even I won't be able to tell them apart."

After explaining to Clayton, Julius slowly squatted down beside the body and rolled up his sleeves to avoid getting them stained with blood.

"Now let's check their identities," he muttered to himself, reaching towards the bodies.

Julius didn't actually know much about human corpses, and wasn't qualified to be a coroner, but the knowledge Strass taught him was more than enough to examine the supernatural powers on the corpses.

If the deceased is a transcendental being, then things will go very smoothly.

Except for the Secret of the Blade, the ways of spreading other secret powers are very special and must be spread through unique practice. Such knowledge is secretly mastered by different organizations, and there are few wild extraordinary people who accidentally obtain secret powers.

So as long as those unique marks can be identified, the identity of the body can be classified.

The only thing to worry about is that there are many schools of extraordinary people in the Kingdom of Dorne, and Julius cannot recognize all types, but there is no one else here who is more qualified than him to perform the autopsy.

"There are signs of training on them, but not much," he whispered.

Clayton was also observing the two bodies. Their appearances were ordinary and would not leave a deep impression on people. But when Julius took off their clothes, he could see that the muscles in the arms and legs of the two bodies were not very developed, but they were very natural and well-proportioned, with an agile and athletic body.

He had seen this kind of body shape in some hunters.

".There are no traces of secret teachings, but it may be that they did not try to establish a divergence path. Some people like to keep their natural bodies, some people do not know how to establish a divergence path, or maybe they are just ordinary people."

"Apart from the wounds that caused their death, there were no other scars on their bodies. There were no signs of old wounds healing. It was obvious that they lived a life of luxury."

Having said this, Julius paused for a moment.

"But it could also be that some medication was used to remove scars."

The bodies of these two corpses showed that they could not be poor. Only by eating meat regularly could they develop such strong bodies. But if they were not poor, why did they come here - to a remote area at the border of Wei Aodi to stay overnight?

Could it be that they were also in a hurry to get to Berdalabik, so they were unwilling to stay in the most chaotic northern center of Weiodi?
While waiting for Julius to examine the bodies, Clayton also shifted his attention and began to examine the clothes and personal belongings of the bodies. Compared to their bodies, these clothes were really plain, without any decorations, and were old and torn. The only things in their pockets were playing cards, some change, and possibly medicinal charcoal used for treating diseases, but there was nothing that could confirm their secular identity.

Just as Julius was trying to turn one of the bodies over, a cold hand grabbed his arm.

The body, which he thought was dead, suddenly moved. Julius couldn't help but scream and tried to pull his arm back, but the hand was stronger than his and held him tightly.

When Clayton heard the sound, he immediately turned his head to look over. His wolf eyes drew two glowing tracks in the corridor. When he saw the situation clearly, the astonishing surprise stopped. The moving corpse let go of Julius and fell down again.

Finally pulling his hand free, Julius backed away, cursing, in the direction of Clayton until he bumped into him.

Clayton pushed Julius aside and walked towards the corpse, intending to meet the guy pretending to be dead, but no matter how he tried, even starting to dig out the flesh and twist off the fingers, it didn't get up again.

No matter whether it had hidden life before, it is now completely dead.

"He should have been just seriously injured before, but now he won't move anymore," he said.

But Julius seemed not to hear Clayton's words, and was still muttering to himself in fear behind him: "What the hell, what is this?!"

The half-dead man was not doing nothing. Under the candlelight, the place on the wizard's right arm where he grabbed him left not only a red handprint, but also a very distinct black birdcage mark. Julius rubbed his right arm skin desperately, but until the skin bled, the black birdcage symbol was still firmly nailed to his skin.

In spiritual knowledge, this symbol also emits a faint light and is very eye-catching.

The man who had grabbed his arm was definitely a wizard.

"I seem to be cursed." He finally said angrily and discouraged.

Now, not only was his employer tricked by Chud Osmar, but even he, the occult consultant, was tricked by a dying person. If Julius had any feeling, it was that he was completely humiliated.

Insomnia's irritability reappeared in him, but when he saw Clayton's expression, he was forced to calm down.

Shock and a hint of fear were unprecedented on the lieutenant's face. He squatted beside the corpse, staring at the birdcage symbol on Julius's hanging arm. His pupils almost shrank into a point, and his originally pale face was almost the same as that of a dead person.

The uneasiness brought about by this abnormality made Julius regain his sanity.

"Do you recognize this thing?" he asked tentatively.

Clayton stood up on his knees, his body shaking uncontrollably in the process. He did recognize this famous symbol in the eyes of certain groups, so he knew what kind of trouble they had accidentally gotten into.

The werewolf's blood froze at this moment, and he spoke with difficulty: "Julius, we can't continue what we are doing now. This matter may be more important than finding Edgar and Ginger. It will definitely affect many, many people. We have to go back to Sasha City first and find your father, or ask Elder Dais to come forward to solve this problem."

His timidity could no longer be hidden, and Julius looked at him in surprise, realizing for the first time that Clayton Bello also had things he was afraid of.

“Of course my father will help me, but what does this have to do with Elder Dais?”

"Because he has a place in the Blue Blood Book and was once a member of the strongest war group in this country, he can still have a say in the Supreme Court."

Julius raised his right hand again and looked at the birdcage mark in disbelief.

"This matter also involves the Supreme Court?"

"Of course, you'd better take it seriously." Clayton showed a stiff smile on his face, "Because it is the king's eyes and ears, the mark of the Nightingales of the Kingdom's Intelligence Department."

Here, on the northern border of Weiodi, two of the Queen's messengers died beneath this little house, and they were the last witnesses.

Even though the murderer had been killed by Clayton, he would never believe that there was no force behind him supporting him.

The fact that the murderer has been waiting here after killing someone means that there will be someone else coming here.

If their discovery of the two bodies were discovered, the measures they would have to take would be life-threatening for the extraordinary people.

Damn Wei Aodi!

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There was a sudden sound of footsteps on the floor above their heads.

Clayton and Julius both shuddered involuntarily, but then Clayton rushed forward regardless.

If the person coming here is another Nightingale who has been tracking him, he will explain the situation so that he can get out of this muddy water. If the person coming here is an enemy, he will kill him to buy more time for their subsequent escape.

But there was no one in the room.

The werewolf looked around vigilantly. The old wooden floor around him made a strange creaking sound as if many people were walking around. However, he still saw nothing.

No unusual airflow, no unusual smell.

It's like nothing is there.

It was not until a chill came over him that Clayton finally felt as if something was passing through his body and he remembered what this phenomenon was.

The ghosts of Weiodi are gathering here to collect this great secret!

Since there were no enemies, he hurriedly called Julius to come up as well, and they were about to set off quickly.

Ghosts are safe, they will not reveal the secrets of the living, but if they stay any longer, it will be the living who will collect the secrets.

They cleaned up the traces they had left in the house, and Clayton took the dagger left by the killer away, but he didn't intend to use it himself. Instead, he found a place to throw it away to prevent other wizards from using it to predict his whereabouts.

"Next we have to go back," Clayton said.

However, Julius rejected this decision and had other ideas.

"No, we still have to go to Berdalabik. It's safer to take a detour from there." Julius said, his eyes were red, but his judgment was more rational than Clayton's: "The man who killed them thought you were from the Conleone family, so he wanted to kill you too. This means that the Conleone family and the forces he represents are hostile."

Clayton gradually calmed down. He realized that his understanding of the Kingdom Intelligence Department had made his judgment abnormal. His military experience and emotions affected his decision-making, and Julius's advice was more correct.

"That's right. There is also a river next to the castle of Berdalabik. We can take a boat and we will never be caught up."