Chapter 156 The spreading misfortune

Author: Hao Duanshengyun

Chapter 156 The spreading misfortune

Young Bill never got up again.

He was lying on his side facing the semi-open warehouse next to the corridor. The muscles on his face were tightened, and the gray clothes gradually turned red from his chest. Pei Lun walked over to turn him over with a pale face, and found that a broken piece of porcelain had been inserted into

his body.

Originally, a broken plate would not pose such a threat, but there was a crack in the floor that could catch a broken piece of porcelain that bounced up, with the tip pointing upward.

This coincidence is almost comparable to what Clayton has been through recently.

The lieutenant also looked very unhappy. He wanted to catch the thief who broke into his room, but he had no intention of killing him.

After all, this "thief" didn't steal anything.

Ian Lazarus, who came from behind Bill, knelt in front of his head and put his hand under the boy's nose.

He suddenly raised his head: "He is still alive. Send him to a doctor quickly."

"I'm here to help," Clayton said.

Although the lieutenant had just experienced a blood loss, he was still the strongest person present at this moment.

Perron found a hard board that was big enough to be used as a stretcher as quickly as possible. Clayton and Ian worked together to lift the boy up and transport him to the door of the clinic in the town. The others followed them, waiting for Bill's arrival.

Destiny has been changed.

Some people on the road noticed the situation here and enthusiastically cleared the way for them, removing carts and sacks blocking the road ahead, as well as broken pavement bricks that might trip people up.

People on the road were shouting and shouting one after another. Before the people in front saw them, they already knew that they had to make way for the seriously injured and send messages.

More and more people gathered together, and they crowded to the door of the clinic. The doctor's wife was already waiting outside, but she did not give them good news. She apologetically told them that the doctor's hand was also injured and was unable to perform the operation. So they

He had no choice but to change direction and go to the place where Clayton originally planned to go in the afternoon.

The small church in the town.

A miracle of the priesthood might be able to save him.

The cross-top chapel was not far away, but Bill's breathing became weaker and weaker.

Everyone was worried about whether he could survive there, and some people had already gone to the church in advance to notify the priesthood to make rescue preparations.

Although Julius kept following them, he only wanted to stay at the end, his eyes constantly scanning everyone's back.

He began to doubt whether what he had learned was true.

He and Clayton must have taken the jewelry of misfortune with them when they went out. Even if the boy wanted to steal it, there was no way he would be affected by it without touching it—probably.

Can the fog of doom really spread? Or is the tragedy happening now just a coincidence and an imbalance in Bill's own destiny?

But that's too coincidental.

This is not an isolated case. It seems that the development of the fog of misfortune on Clayton is different from the fortune science he studied.

The rigid teachings of magic teachers may be annoying, but Julius doesn't think they can go wrong.

Someone must be interfering with the fortune here.

But if so, how does he identify and select his targets? Who will be the next person affected?

Priesthood in the country and in the city are completely different.

Not only the clothing, concepts and understanding of doctrine, but also the difficulty of holding office are also different.

The priest in Gevaux did have a miracle, but there was only one, and its effect was only enough to save Bill's life, but it could not make him recover.

The boy is still unconscious.

They finally decided to pool some money to send him to the city for better treatment. A skilled coachman and the two best donkeys in the town were donated by the townspeople, as well as a lot of onions and

Give them biscuits to prevent them from starving on the road.

Clayton watched as the donkey cart carrying the wounded disappeared at the end of the road. Under the increasingly cold sky, the oil lamp hanging on the corner of the cart gradually went out like the glimmer of fireflies.

Today is another snowy day.

Crowds gathered around the roadside and prayed in low voices, their voices resonating in a sacred and low voice, like singing hymns.

The lieutenant did not pray. He turned back and pulled Julius out from the end of the crowd.

"Let's go back to church."

They have wasted enough time. Although Bill was seriously injured, if the fog of doom was not lifted, Clayton himself would definitely die.

Julius walked beside him quietly, looking much more serious.

"I just asked the priest. He was not impressed by the necklace, and suggested that I ask another priest, that is, Priest Louis. This priest is usually in charge of the confessional." Clayton walked away.

explain.

".I have discovered something." Julius said hesitantly, as if he was not sure of his opinion.

His attitude was unusual, so Clayton listened intently.

"They are all human, and none of them are changing."

Clayton nodded and told him: "Perun said that officials from the Health Bureau and the priests from the city came here last month and took away a group of sick people in the name of disease prevention and treatment. I think those patients

I’m afraid he is the one who has been inspired by the Dark Moon.”

As for how the city government will deal with these people, the lieutenant has no idea. No one in the entire era has the experience to deal with this matter.

The best result is to let the Presbyterian Council help handle it. There is no other way.

Julius admitted that the lieutenant thought of it earlier than he did: "Yes, but I think if the original owner of the jewelry of misfortune happens to be one of the transformers, but loses control during the transformation process, those soldiers will still remain.

Get off him?"

If someone is really so unlucky, it would be natural to attract the mist of misfortune.

Clayton immediately understood what he meant, frowned, and then relaxed quickly.

It's more than a day's journey from Jewo to Sasha City. If there is an out-of-control newborn, the military in Sasha City would probably kill and bury it on the spot instead of letting the newborn sit in the car, leaving hidden risks. At the same time,

, they would not let other newborns know about it to avoid riots, so they could only dispose of the body locally.

There are not many people in the town, so if someone gets a strange disease, the neighbors will remember it clearly.

The fact that they were taken away by people from the city would only add to the rumors.

Of course, the number of these newborns will not be large, otherwise the town would have been panicked - that is something that even the beasts of Gevaux cannot do.

If you only ask Padre Louis about these people, it may help him recall the original owner of the necklace more quickly.

Clayton slapped the mage hard on the shoulder.

"You've done your job, Julius."

Julius received recognition from his boss, but he did not feel happy. He was still thinking about whether the influence of the fog of doom was interfered by special individuals.

He had learned some knowledge in this area, but had only scratched the surface, and now it was very difficult to recall them.

Moreover, there are very few beings who can thwart destiny. Even his powerful and arrogant mentors in Strath do not think that one day they will encounter such an almost legendary existence. This leads to

Julius didn't pay much attention to memorizing it.

If such a creature really exists, its value must be extremely precious.

"Ouch - ow -"

A melodious and loud wolf howl suddenly sounded from the town.

Julius's thinking was interrupted for a moment. He turned to look at Clayton in surprise. The latter's expression changed suddenly and he looked in the direction of the sound. The mage also looked over immediately. But the source of the sound was too far away.

They couldn't pinpoint the location accurately at all. They could only determine that the source of the wolf howl was in the town, in the empty-guarded building complex!

Behind them, the townspeople gathered outside also heard the wolf howl, and they immediately fell into chaos.

"It's a werewolf! 'That beast' is a werewolf!"

"It knows the priest has left and is now attacking the town!"

People shouted and rushed to their homes, and they quickly passed Clayton and Julius.

The people who were still staying in the town sounded the alarm. The harsh copper bells screamed in an upsetting manner, piercing through the rows of low-rise buildings and the sky, as well as everyone's eardrums, and for a time it was completely covered.

Howling wolf.

The wolf howl ended after this sound.

Only the ringing alarm bells and the frightened faces of the townspeople could prove that Clayton and Julius had heard correctly.

The mage glanced at the lieutenant, who had a very ugly look on his face.

"Do you smell anything similar?"

"If the other werewolves remained in human form, then I wouldn't be able to sense them." So he was actually not sure whether the townspeople's conclusion was correct.

Creighton rarely prayed: "I hope this doesn't involve us."
Chapter completed!