The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 398 The oriole is behind
Clayton bought some salicin at the pharmacy to reduce fever and relieve pain. When he took the medicine, he found the last name Orlanst on the medicine bottle.

He considered himself as a large animal and took three times the dosage of an ordinary person. Because werewolves have different digestive abilities than ordinary people, the drug started to take effect after just twenty minutes, calming the pain all over his body.

By this time, he had almost reached the train station.

The last train had ended, and the remaining trains would stay at the station all night, so he couldn't imitate one of his ancestors and had to buy a ticket for the next morning.

Clayton held the ticket but did not go to the hotel. Instead, he exchanged all the remaining money on him for sandwiches. Then he walked to the remote, old apartment covered with ivy vines that he had chosen on the road earlier. He threw the bag of sandwiches onto the roof and climbed up himself. He naturally found an empty room upstairs, opened the window, and dragged the food in to rest.

Strangely enough, when Clayton lost his money and identity, he felt freer than ever before. He also noticed this and began to suspect that he was born to be a tramp.

But he changed his mind and felt that he was not worthy of taking this path.

The parish of Weiodi also used bells to keep time. At about nine o'clock in the evening, Clayton heard the big bell strike nine times. He walked to the window and saw a gray crowd suddenly pouring out on the street, walking along the "road of light" created by the street lamps.

Workers on the night shift began to leave.

Clayton saw a few strange people in the crowd, a man in a fur coat, a woman in a black robe holding a lantern in the shape of a meteor hammer, and two men in sweaters. They mingled among the workers, their faces kept turning around, as if they were looking for something, and after the workers disappeared from the street, they who remained stood out, and they also looked at each other.

It turns out they were just looking for each other.

The woman in black robes shouted to the man in leather jackets, "Lerna, it's time to settle accounts! Don't think the Crystal Society will forget its enemies."

Are we going to fight now?

Clayton took a big bite of his sandwich, his pupils dilated as he focused on them.

"Miss Peeples, I knew you wanted to take action at this time!" Her enemy said excitedly, "I am ready to fight you at any time, but before we start fighting, I want to know the opinions of the two exorcists of the Cowley family? Who are you going to fight against? Or wait until there is only one of us left before you clean up the mess?"

The older of the sweater men looked at them awkwardly. "I'm only here to mediate this fight. We all serve the organizers of this city now. It's not appropriate for the guards to kill each other. This breaks the rules. Besides, if someone sees us on the street, you'll be in the newspapers."

"There's no better time than now. If we have one less piece of crap here, we're helping our employer reduce unnecessary expenses," said Lena, the leather jacket man. "The morning shift workers still have half an hour to go off, and the most impressive guys are all going to the dinner party. No one can care about us fighting here now."

His enemies also echoed: "Yes, it is most appropriate to die now."

They were briefly in agreement.

"Okay, then you guys fight." The two exorcists looked helpless. One of them went to the left, and the other went to the right, trying to block the road as much as possible to prevent passers-by from getting close.

Four extraordinary people. Clayton was staring at them on the third floor, waiting for them to take action.

He didn't turn on the lights in the room, and the background of the window was pitch black, so no one had noticed him until now, and he could feast his eyes.

The woman in black robe raised the lantern with a sharp shell, and her shadow on the ground suddenly split into several, and the lanterns in the shadows' hands actually lit up. They all stretched out, and with changing light and shadow, they drew arcs towards the leather-clad man Lerna, and she herself threw herself to the ground, blending in with the many shadows to launch an attack.

Her enemy pulled out a piece of red cloth from his pants behind his waist and shook it violently. The illusory shadows ignored him, left the ground and rushed towards the red cloth, leaving only the last shadow on the ground.

He raised his foot and stomped hard at the woman's real body, but the black figure suddenly became extremely flexible, twisting and turning to avoid the attack, its body winding upwards like a python.

Then, tighten it hard!
"Ahh——" The man's screams echoed throughout the street, and his body was bent backwards. Most people would not be able to bend their waist to this angle.

Hearing the screams, Clayton couldn't help but take another bite of the sandwich.

Bang bang bang!
The three gunshots almost merged into one, and the black-robed woman's elongated body slid down from Lena's body. Lena's leather jacket was stained with blood, and the muzzle of the revolver that suddenly appeared in his hand was still smoking, and his waist was suddenly able to straighten up again. It was obvious that his plan was to lure the other party closer.

"It's not over yet!"

The woman lying on the ground screamed miserably and waved her arms. The chain of the lantern swung over the legs of the man in leather jacket, wrapping around him round and round. The yellow light suddenly exploded and turned into a bright green.

Illuminated by the green light, the leather-clad man Lerna's body suddenly twitched and fell down, and the black-robed woman herself seemed to be unable to resist this attack and also began to twitch violently.

What they are doing now is like two fish racing on the shore.

Clayton took another big bite of his sandwich, anxiously waiting for them to die.

But something unexpected happened.

The exorcist standing on the right side of the street to keep watch suddenly shouted, then turned and ran. The exorcist on the left looked back and did the same thing. The two human guards who had previously shown high moral standards just left their enemies helpless.

Clayton looked in the direction of their fear. A mysterious figure was approaching. The gender of the new visitor was unknown. His body was completely wrapped in a yellow raincoat. Some iron chains were wrapped around his body, binding two swollen human bodies that seemed to have their limbs cut off to his chest. Looking closely, he could see that the chests of the two human bodies were still rising and falling, but they were not ordinary people. Clayton squinted his eyes and saw that the flesh of the two human bodies was full of holes, and countless huge wasps were crawling in and out of the holes, like a beehive.
No, it's a beehive.

As soon as the wasps, which were as big as a man's thumb, crawled out of the flesh and blood hive built on the naked human body, they flew up and coiled around the man in the raincoat, casting countless chaotic small shadows under the light of the street lamp. When the man in the raincoat stopped in front of the two duelling people, they swarmed towards the man and woman lying on the ground and submerged their figures.

The werewolf's only dinner is a sandwich.

It's Mushishi.

Clayton knew this kind of person, and there were also such people in the Elders' Council of Sasha City. They possessed some kind of extraordinary knowledge, and could make the most of the completely insane mixed insects among the dark descendants without causing any harm.

The two human bodies seemed to be in pain, but in fact they had lost the ability to feel pain, and all the insects were actually born from their own bodies.

The Mushishi just controlled these insects in some way.

Clayton remembered that the insect masters in the Elders' Council of Sasha City were more producers, which was different from this offensive insect master.

The insect mixer carried by the insect master we saw this time can produce hornets. Hornets in nature are extremely dangerous insects. They carry poisonous stingers. Multiple stings may cause suffocation, cardiac arrest and other symptoms, which are enough to kill a person. The hornets made by the insect mixer are even more effective.

The two human bodies covered by the swarm of bees became completely motionless within ten seconds.

However, the methods of the insect master are not the same every time. Maybe next time he can bring other insect mixers and create other poisonous insects for his own use.

Clayton thought about it seriously, but when he was observing everything that happened on the street and thinking about the knowledge in these extraordinary fields, he forgot one important thing. This thing suddenly turned the next trend to another direction that he had never imagined.

That thing is closing the window.

It is a difficult task for insect masters to precisely control the movements of so many insects, so their flight paths often retain a sense of casualness while having a main direction, and they are sometimes attracted by things they like - such as sugar or meat.

As for Clayton himself, no matter how battle-hardened he was, he always relaxed when eating so that he could fully enjoy the process.

Especially since he was now focusing his attention on something other than food, he was just biting the food in his hand out of mental inertia.

The combination of the wrong flight trajectory and a bit of carelessness made it reasonable for Clayton to accidentally kill a wasp in his mouth that flew to the third floor to steal his sandwich, and the wasp's behavior of stinging the werewolf's tongue before dying, causing him to scream, was also impeccable.

No party can claim to be innocent of what they have suffered.

If Clayton had remembered to keep his mouth shut and close the window, the situation could have been saved, but he subconsciously did what 99% of people in the world would do - he spit out the dead hornet, making this opportunity fleeting.

The dead hornet fell to the ground from the third floor, emitting an invisible signal.

What many people don't know is that insects actually rely heavily on smell to communicate. They can use a variety of scents to express their intentions, and the smell of death is their last resort.

At this moment, the residual scent left by the hornet on Clayton's body revealed the enemy's location.

Suddenly, one-third of the swarm of bees surrounding the man in the raincoat changed direction and attacked the window where Clayton was.

Clayton finally remembered to close the window, but it was too late.

The swarm of bees hit the glass windows like a torrent, making a sound like a rainstorm, and even the last bit of light outside was slowly blocked by them.

Before the color of the swarm completely submerged the window, Clayton saw through the gaps between them that the insect master in a yellow raincoat was looking up at this place, his face completely shrouded in shadow and revealing an ominous feeling.

In the dark and cold room, Clayton wolfed down the cold sandwich in his hand before his tongue completely swelled up.

Just as the last crumb of bread disappeared in his hand, there was a knock at the door.

Peng——

Peng——

Just from the frequency and rhythm of the collisions, ordinary people can tell that this insect master is a person who likes rules.

Clayton glanced at the window covered with wasps and licked his lips again.

He was craving for something hot.

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