Chapter 398 The Yellow Bird Is Behind

Clayton bought some salicin at the pharmacy for antipyretic and analgesic purposes. When he was taking the medicine, he noticed that the surname Orlanster appeared on the medicine bottle.

He regarded himself as a large animal, so he took three times the dose of an ordinary person. Because werewolves have different digestive abilities than ordinary people, the drug began to take effect in just twenty minutes, calming the pain all over his body. .

By this time, he had almost arrived at the train station.

The last train has ended, and the remaining trains will be parked at the station all night, making it impossible for him to imitate one of his ancestors and have to buy a ticket for the next morning.

Clayton took the ticket in his pocket and did not go to the hotel again. Instead, he exchanged all the remaining money for sandwiches. Then he walked to the remote old apartment he had chosen on the road, with an exterior covered with ivy vines, and put out the bag containing the sandwiches. Throwing himself to the roof, he climbed up and naturally found an empty room upstairs. Then he opened the window, dragged his food and got 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.

However, when he thought about it again, he felt that he was not lucky enough to embark on this path.

The parish of Viodie also used bells to time the time. At about nine o'clock in the evening, Clayton heard the big clock striking nine. He walked to the window and saw a gray crowd suddenly pouring out of the street, along the street lights. Walk the "Lighting Road".

Workers on the night shift began to go out.

Clayton saw a few more strange people in the crowd, a man wearing a fur coat, a woman shrouded in black robes holding a lantern in the shape of a meteor hammer, and two men wearing sweaters. They mingled among the workers, their faces constantly turning around, as if they were looking for something. After the workers disappeared in this street, they who were still staying became conspicuous, and they also looked at each other.

It turns out they were looking for each other.

The woman in black robe shouted loudly to the man in leather: "Lena, it's time for us to settle the accounts! Don't think that the Crystal Society will forget its enemies."

Are you going to fight now?

Clayton took a hard bite of his sandwich, his pupils dilated at them.

"Miss Peeple, I knew you also wanted to take action at this time!" Her enemy said excitedly: "I am here to accompany you at any time, but before starting the fight, I would like to know the opinions of the two exorcists of the Cowley family. ? Who do you plan to fight as your opponent? Or wait until there is only one left to clean up the mess?"

The older one among the sweater men looked at them awkwardly: "I only intend to mediate this fight. We are all serving the organizers of this city now. It is not appropriate for the guards to kill each other. This destruction There are no rules. Not to mention on the street, if anyone sees it, you will be reported to the newspapers. "

"There is no better time than now. One less piece of waste here will help our employers reduce unnecessary expenses," said Lena, the man in leather. "The workers on the morning shift still have half an hour before getting off work, and the most outstanding guys have gone to attend the dinner party. Now no one can care about us fighting here."

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

They briefly agreed.

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

The four extraordinary ones, Clayton, were staring at them on the third floor, waiting for them to take action.

He did not light a lamp indoors, and the background of this window was dark, so no one had noticed him until now, allowing him to feast his eyes on it.

The woman in black robe raised the lantern with a sharp shell. The shadow she cast on the ground suddenly split into several lines, and the lanterns in the hands of the shadows also lit up. They all stretched and drew arcs with changing light and shadow. Leather, the man in leather, moved around, while she threw herself on the ground, blending in with the many shadows and launching an attack together.

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

He raised his foot and stepped hard on the woman's true body, but the black figure suddenly became extremely soft, twisted and evaded the attack, and its body twisted upward like a python.

Then, tighten it hard!

"Ah ah -" the man's scream echoed throughout the street. His body folded backwards in half. Most people should not be able to fold their waist at this angle.

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

Bang bang bang!

The three gunshots almost condensed into one sound. The elongated body of the black-robed woman slipped off Lena's body. Lena's leather coat was stained with blood. The muzzle of the revolver that suddenly appeared in his hand was still smoking, and his waist suddenly Now that he's able to straighten up, it's obvious that it's his plan to trick the other party into getting closer.

"It's not over yet!"

The woman lying on the ground screamed and waved her arms. The chain of the lantern was thrown over the leather-clad man's legs and wrapped around and around. The yellow light suddenly exploded and turned into bright green.

Illuminated by the green light, the body of the leather-clad man Lena suddenly twitched and fell down. The black-robed woman herself seemed not immune to this attack and also began to twitch violently.

They are now acting like two fish racing against the shore.

Clayton took another big bite of his sandwich and waited anxiously for them to die.

But something unexpected happened again.

The exorcist standing on the right side of the street 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 the pair of enemies who were unable to move.

Clayton looked in the direction of their fear, and 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, you can see that the chests of the two human bodies are still heaving, but they are not ordinary people. Clayton squinted his eyes and saw that the flesh and blood of the two human bodies had dense holes, and countless huge wasps were crawling in and out of the flesh and blood holes, like a beehive.

No, it's a beehive.

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

The werewolf's dinner was only sandwiches.

It was a bug master.

Clayton knew this kind of person, and there were also such people in the Elders' Council of Sasha City. They had some extraordinary knowledge and could make the most of the mixed insects who had completely lost their minds among the dark descendants without being hurt.

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

The bug master just controlled these insects in some way.

Clayton remembered that the bug masters of the Elders' Council of Sasha City were more inclined to be producers, which was different from this offensive bug master.

The insect master brought by the mixed insects can produce wasps. Wasps in nature are extremely dangerous insects. They have poisonous stings. Multiple stings may cause suffocation, cardiac arrest and other symptoms, which are enough to kill people. The wasps made by the mixed insects are even more effective.

The two human bodies covered by the swarm of bees were completely motionless in less than ten seconds.

The methods of the insect master are not the same every time. Maybe next time he can bring other mixed insects to make other poisonous insects for his own use.

Clayton thought seriously, but he forgot an important thing when he was observing everything happening on the street and thinking about the knowledge of these extraordinary fields. This thing made the next direction suddenly turn to another direction he had never imagined.

This thing is to close the window.

It is also a difficult task for the insect master to finely control the actions of so many insects. Therefore, their flight trajectories have a main direction while often retaining a sense of casualness. Sometimes they will be attracted by things they like-such as sugar, such as meat.

As for Clayton himself, no matter how experienced he was, he would always relax when eating so that he could fully enjoy the process.

Especially now that he was focusing on something other than food, he was just biting the food in his hand by mental inertia.

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

Neither side could claim that what they had suffered was innocent.

And if Clayton remembered to keep his mouth shut and close the window at this moment, the situation could still be saved, but he subconsciously did what 99% of people in the world would do - spit out the dead wasp, making this opportunity fleeting.

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

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

At this moment, the smell left by the wasp on Clayton's body is showing the location of the enemy.

Suddenly, one-third of the swarms of bees surrounding the raincoat man turned around 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 window like a torrent, making a sound like a rainstorm, and even the last bit of light outside was slowly obscured by them.

Before the color of the swarm of bees completely flooded the window, Clayton saw through the gap between them that the insect master in the yellow raincoat was looking up here, his face completely covered by shadows 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 disappeared in his hand, there was a knock at the door.

Peng——

Peng——

Just from the frequency and rhythm of the collision, ordinary people can judge that this insect master is a person who likes regularity.

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

He wanted to eat something hot.

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