The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 399 Harvest Day

The body in the yellow raincoat fell on its back on the floor, the heart no longer in its original place.

No matter how mysterious this Mushishi had acted before, he was just a corpse now.

The hornets outside the window were cleared away, and the moonlight shone in. A werewolf, almost nine feet tall, sat with his legs crossed opposite the corpse. He tilted his head back, and loosened his right claw that was holding the bright red fruit. The fruit fell into his fang-filled mouth, and his mouth was full of juice. He let a large number of cursed hornets surround his messy black fur and sting him non-stop. The buzzing sound of the insects' wings seemed to be accompanying him.

Maybe the Mushishige is quite threatening to those who are not well protected, but dealing with the Darkin is another matter.

If these venomous insects cannot bite through thick fur, then no matter how strong their poison is, it will be of no use.

Although Mushishi's physical fitness is not bad, the threat he poses to Clayton Bello is not even as great as that of the two exorcists. They know a little bit about fighting werewolves, while Mushishi can only swing his punches randomly.

Clayton looked at the corpse with his tawny wolf eyes, and his long, narrow scarlet tongue licked his lips. The heart of the extraordinary man restored some of his strength.

Killing prey and taking away their source of power is how werewolves strengthen themselves.

Reminded by the smell of blood in his mouth, he also realized a fact in this situation, that is, the feeling of confidence that came with the disease did not really counteract the werewolf curse.

They complement each other.

At the same time, he also realized the origin of this power.

Secret of the Blade.

George Silver was the source of this power for him, they dueled and he killed him, which is the main way the Blade Secret is passed on.

Clayton had not thought that the secret power could actually change a person's personality. However, when he recalled the people he had met who possessed the secret power of the blade, he felt familiar with their behavior.

Major Doron, Elder Dais, George Silver, and some senior officers who now seemed to possess the secret of the blade.

Those who study the secrets of the blade are not very humble.

Clayton didn't think this level of side effects was a big deal; he was just surprised that he could be even more arrogant.

The werewolf used the inspector's hairy animal arms to drag the insect master's body in front of him and search for something on it that he could use.

The true identity of this Mushi master is a disfigured man named Brandon, which can be found in a letter found on him. Although he killed two guards and scared away two more, he is actually also a guard.

It was not the Huttons or the Basbys who hired him, but Orenser.

Among the three major families in Weiodi, the Hutton family is the leader in the local real estate sector, the Busby family is backed by the railway tycoon Jeremy Busby, and the Orens family is the representative of the local pharmaceutical group, and their styles of doing things are very different.

For the most part, Orlanst is unknown and unassuming.

Brandon came to Viodi and accepted Orlanst's job in order to save money to buy other types of hybrids.

Just like farmers, when they have some money, they will think about growing crops with higher economic value. As darkin, insectivores are no different from equipment and mounts to insect masters. They are living tools of production.

Other occult experts also know the value of hybrids, so those special types of hybrids are not killed, but captured alive and used by themselves or sold to the black market.

The insect hybrid that Brandon has been thinking about is the Mothman. The larvae it produces can spin silk, and the cloth woven from this cursed silk can amplify the abilities of people with prophetic abilities and is worth fifty times more than the same weight of gold.

Mothmen are extremely rare and prone to sudden death, and the breeding technology is a secret, but Brandon still wants to try.

In order to save enough money to pay the price of Mothman on the black market, he worked as a thief and a killer. Today he killed two colleagues to take their savings because the three major families gave them very generous salaries.

He had already collected all the money, which made Clayton less worried.

640 pounds, that was all the money he had, including the wallets and identity documents of the other two extraordinary people. And Brandon's savings were more than that. Clayton found some information from the memo on him.

"In a sealed room, use the special pigments prepared in advance to draw the magic circle in the book. At dusk on January 1, enter the circle with elderberries picked at the end of the month and spend the whole night. When the sun rises the next day, you can use these berries to refine holy water." "Holy water contains the vitality of 6 to 30 people. After dilution, it is enough to feed these bee heads for half a year and cover the expenses of the second half of the year."

"The sewer near the safe house has burst, and sewage has flooded the ground. Workers may come to check it out. People living in Cutthroat Path can't trust anyone. We need to put more wasps nearby to guard against repairmen stealing things through the gap in the wall."

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Seeing this information, Clayton couldn't hide his excitement.

Brandon brought him what he needed most, not only money but also tonic.

He had also heard Julius mention the medicine Holy Water, which should be real. It was equivalent to the vitality of 30 to 40 people, which could replenish the energy in his body and restore the body of Xiu Lien, the former patriarch of the Black Claw Clan, who was severely injured, to its original state, and perhaps even have some left over.

January 1th was several days ago. If the holy water had been prepared as written in the memo, it should be at Brandon's house by now.

Brandon's safe house was located near Cutthroat Trail. He had gone there to raise money after being rescued by Joseph last time. Perhaps they had met each other without knowing it.

The memo made it clear that as long as you find a house surrounded by hornets near Cutthroat Trail and with underground sewage gushing out nearby, that is Brandon's safe house.

The only thing Clayton had to worry about during this process was that the Black Claw Clan, after learning of his survival, were now looking for him in the northwest of Wei'aodi. They might run into him, and his current condition was not suitable for fighting against his own people - there might be several of them coming at once.

However, there is still a solution.

Clayton lowered his head and looked at the hooded yellow raincoat, gloves, rain boots and other equipment on the corpse, the two living insect mixers, and a special pass that allowed him to pass through the wealthy neighborhood. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Brandon brought him not only material benefits, but also a new identity.

He had to set off.

He couldn't stand the state of powerlessness for a moment.

At two o'clock in the morning, "Brandon" returned home, his black rain boots stepping into the sewage puddle, crushing his reflection into pieces.

He looked a little bigger than when he left the house, with a bulge in his raincoat.

The people of Cutthroat Trail stared at him.

This is not because they have discovered anything unusual. Every new resident can enjoy this kind of attention. Locals sometimes place bets on how long they can stay here or what kind of achievements they can make in the future.

It’s just that today, “Brandon” was home for a little longer.

He was chased and barked at by a dog before he returned to his house in a panic.

The quality of the house here is really not good. The moisture makes the walls full of mold. There are many wasps lying under the eaves outside the house. When they are startled, they will pounce on people. Clayton took off his disguise after entering the house and blocked the cracks in the wall with a raincoat to prevent people outside from seeing what was going on inside.

Then he took off the two wasp hunters tied to his body and killed all the remaining wasps that followed him.

Next, finding the holy water took almost no effort.

As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw the bathtub filled with blood-red liquid. The sweet, wine-like aroma and the feeling of vitality immediately filled his nose. Without anyone's explanation, Clayton immediately understood that this was his goal based on his body's instinctive desire.

And this is just the diluted part. There must be undiluted original concentration medicine in other places.

Clayton couldn't wait any longer, so he transformed into his werewolf form and lay down on the edge of the bathtub to drink.

As the werewolf's throat moved, the water level in the bathtub dropped rapidly, and the plasma-like potion gradually dried up, revealing another insectoid body with its limbs cut off.

So I was drinking soup, the drunken werewolf thought.