The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 390 Luring the wolf into the house
There was no clothing, so the torso of the body was fully visible.

It looks very strong and seems to be holding something in its hand.

People often died in the North District for various reasons, but this corpse was so strong that he was definitely not from the North District. He didn't even have any clothes, so he was probably robbed by robbers and then killed. The thing in his hand might be the only property he had left, or it might be a piece of clothing left by the robbers.

Nothing good could come of being associated with murder, but Joseph hesitated before stepping barefoot into the icy water again.

He couldn't let this corpse destroy the net he had just set up.

Restraining his fear, he held the corpse's head and broad shoulders and pushed it back a little. He then bent down faster, grabbed the rope in the water, and held the net in his hand high so that the corpse could pass from underneath.

Although spring was approaching, the lingering power of winter had not yet dissipated. The cold river water continued to deprive Joseph of his body temperature, causing his body to shiver constantly.

Joseph thought about it for a while, but when the body floated past him, he subconsciously let go of the net and grabbed its arms again. The reason was that he saw a cluster of tiny bubbles rising from the man's mouth and nose as his face sank slightly into the water.

This man is not dead yet!
Life is the most precious thing in this world.

Joseph dragged the man to shore with almost no hesitation.

This huge and heavy body was not something a child could move, but with the help of the current, he still dragged the man onto the shore step by step - just to a place where he would not be washed away by the current, and the man's legs were still submerged in the water.

When most of the body was out of the water, Joseph discovered that it was covered with many small and cruel scars.

Because he lost consciousness, the man couldn't even move. Some carnivorous creatures in the river took him as natural food and bit him until his body was covered with wounds. Part of his abdomen and legs were missing skin and flesh, and his internal texture appeared dazzling pink under the distant lights. His chest and abdomen covered with thick muscles would rise and fall at a constant speed with his breathing, showing his extraordinary vitality.

Joseph stood by and observed this stubborn adult. After hesitating for a while, he decided to leave.

He didn't have the strength to carry an adult, no extra warm clothing, no food or medicine, and no adult nearby who could be called for help, so he could only help the stranger get here.

At most, you can bring some newspapers over to burn to help the man keep warm.

Or what else can he do?
Joseph remembered what happened after his father's death, and he made the sign of the cross on his chest, imitating the priest's action.

"By the grace of God, if this soul was just and law-abiding during life, it will be granted after death."

He couldn't continue speaking, as the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked into his eyes.

They were a pair of glowing tawny eyes, brighter than the moon Joseph had seen every night, yet infinitely deeper.

The seven-year-old boy was stunned. He was completely attracted by the light emanating from these eyes. It was not only real light, but also illusory light. The power and thought contained in the light made him forget what he was doing and what he was going to do. His spirit could not help but fall into it, feeling the other person's thoughts at the moment, pure thoughts, and then obeying.

“A safe place”

Joseph turned his head dazedly and looked towards his home which was not far away.

The man's stiff expression did not seem any more sober than the child. He supported himself on the ground with one hand and slowly sat up, then turned sideways to a half-kneeling position, and finally stood up and slowly followed Joseph forward. Spending a long time in the water environment made his body weak, and the wounds and blood loss also had a significant impact on him, so he staggered with every step, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

It was not far from Joseph's home, only about fifty yards away, but because of his weak body, it took him seven minutes to slowly move in.

Joseph's home was pitifully small and unfurnished. The bedroom, kitchen and living room were in the same place. In the middle of the room there was a tin barrel with some garbage burning inside, which gave the surroundings a warm feeling. There were a few blankets on the ground next to it as a bed.

A thin woman was lying on the blanket, her eyes closed and her breathing very weakly.

Next to them were three children, younger than Joseph, huddled together like fledglings, all with the same messy yellow hair as their mother. They looked in horror as the tall, naked, wounded stranger followed their brothers into the room and then threw himself on an empty blanket.

He looked so weak, but no one dared to ask him to leave.

The heat from the fire was a good medicine, and the warmth restored some of the stranger's ability to think. At this time, the pain from the wounds on his body reminded him that food was the most important thing he needed now.

"food."

After entering the house, the stranger said the first words.

Despite their fear, everyone subconsciously looked at Joseph.

Joseph said nothing. He turned and left, leaving the stranger in the room to think about everything undisturbed.

Clayton. I think his name is this.
It's not just the name. As his body temperature gradually recovered, more and more memory fragments emerged in his mind. The first thing he recalled was the recent past.

He opened his clenched left hand, and a syringe was lying in his hand.

Lavin, he remembered the second name, including some scenes that he should not remember - that was the scene when he was acting only on instinct, seriously injured and dying, and he ate the opponent's flesh and blood to heal himself. He didn't eat too much, and the werewolf corpse was separated from him because of the complex water fluctuations.

Then he remembered the dreamlike feeling he had had in the water.

When he was close to suffocation, the curses of the Moon Madness that he had absorbed for committing the felony of cannibalism screamed in his ears, the sharp sounds overlapped and echoed, unable to stop. The water that should have drowned him became a soothing existence for his spirit, massaging his body and allowing him to fall asleep in a twisted peace.

Then there was the depleted energy - those wounds that had not yet healed were the reason why he urgently needed food. During the time when he lost consciousness, some aquatic fish and insects gathered around him and attacked him tirelessly, treating him as food. After being softened by soaking in water and chewed by countless mouthparts, a lot of his flesh and blood were eaten, and the blood spread with the water, attracting more predators to devour his body, causing a large loss of energy.

In addition, the sewage from the river entered his body through countless wounds, causing him to feel a burning pain all over his body. Simply standing up and walking into the house consumed most of his remaining physical strength.

Now, he thought that he must heal his injuries as soon as possible and accumulate more energy.

otherwise
Otherwise what?

He felt that there was a reason that forced him to think so, which made him feel the crisis was urgent, but he could not remember the specific content of this reason. Perhaps it was because there was not enough food that he felt his thinking was so slow.

"gentlemen."

Joseph came back, holding a bundle of algae that was still dripping with water and handed it to Clayton who was slowly sitting up.

The man grabbed a handful of algae and stuffed it into his mouth, holding his breath and concentrating for a few seconds, then he realized that this was simply the lowest quality food and the amount of energy it could provide was negligible.

"I want meat."

"We have no meat," said the boy.

"Then go find some meat." The man looked Joseph in the eye and ordered, "Meat from any animal, fish, or insects, bring it to me."

A strange light flickered in the tawny wolf's eyes, and his voice had a strange rhythm.

The Evil Eye - a skill that Clayton Bello had tried to master but never got the hang of, now he had it at his fingertips. Coupled with the power of authority, a weak child was unable to resist his thoughts and will and could only let him command him.

Joseph went out again.

Clayton ignored the rest of the people in the room and lowered his head to eat the watery algae. Even if it could provide little energy, it was what he needed at the moment.

And as he absorbed more energy, more memories emerged.

He thought back to his past and what had hurt him before, but everything seemed strange and weird to him.

“This is so weird, why would I do these things?”

He asked himself, the reason why he came to Wei Ao Di in the first place was inexplicable.

Why did he do things for others? Why did he have to get to the bottom of the helper's death? Why did he let Julius leave alone? Why couldn't he just join the Black Claw Clan? Why didn't he betray the Elders of Sasha City? Why did he value favors so much? Why did he recognize someone else's daughter as his own?

Is he an unreasonably noble man?

Clayton Bello tried hard to recall, and no matter whether they were friends or relatives, they were just faceless stone statues in his heart. They seemed to have more weight than other people, but compared with the uneaten algae in front of him, their value became insignificant.

This made him feel even weirder.

He was like a person who had lived in a maze since birth and finally walked out, seeing an extremely vast world. All his previous ways of life had lost their meaning, and he didn't know where to go next.

Although his body felt a burning pain, the pain became unreal because of his unprecedented mental freedom at that moment.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized the stupidity of his past obsession.

Those things that made him happy in the past could not stir up any ripples in his heart at this moment.

Perhaps if he treated the world differently, he could survive and enjoy himself more easily.

“Leave some.”

A voice as thin as a mosquito's whistle sounded beside him, interrupting Clayton's thinking and chewing. He looked at the girl who was talking. The very young child immediately shut up, perhaps out of fear, or perhaps her vocabulary could only support her saying this much.

Clayton looked at her in amazement, as if he had never seen such a creature before him. His brown eyes widened wider and his black pupils expanded almost to the border of his sclera, making him look particularly innocent.

His eyes made all the children in the room feel cold and uneasy.

"Ah, I'm so stupid. There's meat all over here, why would I look for it somewhere else?"

It finally found something to be happy about.

The werewolf dropped what he was holding and crawled on the ground with great effort. He stretched out his right front paw and grabbed the ground, dragging his body towards the nearest child, with excitement in his eyes - he couldn't wait to taste the flesh and blood.

However, no matter how hard it dug its right claw into the ground, it could not get even a bit closer to the child.

A hand stopped it.

That's Clayton Bello's left hand.