Infinite Hunter

Silver knives and silver whips inflicted horrific wounds on these farmers and their wives and children. If anyone screamed too loudly, they would be taken away and locked in a cage. "When a werewolf is attacked by a silver weapon, it will cause unbearable pain. So I locked them up. At night, we will know who is the werewolf."

This was a foolish idea, and Cheng Yijiu had no comment. He had spent a day following the footprints, but to no avail. However, Cheng Yijiu asked for a map of the area—a crude hand-drawn map—and drew on it the routes he had taken several times to track the werewolf. "I think this might help me find the werewolf's range... maybe even his hiding place!"

He was drawing a map in his little room in the church, waiting for the night to come - maybe this Virgil could really catch the werewolf, otherwise, had he achieved his current status by deception?

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Someone in my family has been sick lately, more than one. It's been frustrating, and the kids' vacation is almost over, so we have to start preparing for school, especially today. So, a lot of updates will have to wait until tomorrow. I'll find three books to update tomorrow: definitely Shooting, maybe Storm Dragon, and probably Hunter.

Chapter 6 Waiting

In the small room, Cheng Yijiu waited for the changes to happen. The iron cages outside held the unlucky individuals who had been identified as werewolves during the day. These individuals included men, women, and children, their bodies covered in scars from being locked in the cages. Outside the cages stood warriors holding silver-plated spears, their tips pointed at the people inside.

The moon was at its zenith. Cheng Yijiu stood by the window, facing the iron cage in the small square. Nothing happened. The people huddled inside the cage, some of them collapsed and fell asleep on the ground. "Great! None of these people are werewolves. They can't resist the full moon. Any werewolf will definitely transform during the full moon!"

The madman shouted, but it seemed he wasn't completely crazy. He knew that ordering a killing was not going to work - if it were in Eastern Europe, he might have done it. But these people wouldn't be released either. They would have to stay in the cage until daylight at least.

"The werewolf must be out there," Cheng Yijiu muttered. That madman who fought against werewolves had experience. If he said werewolves couldn't control their bloodlust under a full moon, then it was basically true. Cheng Yijiu also closed his eyes slightly. He heard the faint howl of a wolf in the distance.

There were wolves here, though not in large numbers, but they were still there. Being bitten by a wolf wouldn't turn you into a werewolf, a fact Cheng Yijiu didn't understand. The next day, he learned from John that a werewolf had attacked a farm, killing four people. The local chief justice, chief executive, and nobles couldn't stand it any longer.

The madman had already taken his men out, and when Cheng Yijiu arrived, he found them examining the corpse and the scene. Accompanied by Pastor John, the guy's attitude towards Cheng Yijiu was quite good. When Cheng Yijiu asked about the werewolf, the guy smiled meaningfully.

"You..." He pointed at the pendant hanging around Cheng Yijiu's neck, which was made of a lion's claw. "Have you ever killed a man-eating lion? That's great. Werewolves are similar."

He looked at Cheng Yijiu with a calm expression, but Cheng Yijiu felt that this man was completely crazy—he looked like the perverted police officer in Leon the Professional. "Being bitten by a wolf doesn't turn you into a werewolf, you still need to find wolfsbane." Cheng Yijiu knew it was Aconitum.

"With all that, you need to make an ointment. Then, on a full-moon night, apply the ointment, cover yourself with a wolfskin, and ask for the devil's help... So, what are the rumors about man-eating lions?" This guy's eyes were full of curiosity, like a child. Cheng Yijiu thought for a moment, "Man-eating lions aren't anything special, but if they eat a lot of people and cause severe panic, they will gain incredible powers."

Cheng Yijiu gestured and said, "But fortunately, you don't need silver bullets to kill them."

The madman laughed wildly, then jumped around to demonstrate a werewolf attack. "He's really a veteran." Cheng Yijiu felt that this guy was just like when he was hunting. Perhaps he really knew a lot about werewolves. At least he didn't see anything wrong with these demonstrations.

At this time, Cheng Yijiu thought of something, "Are werewolves' feet cow hooves?" He asked loudly. But a warrior answered him, "Not necessarily. There are cow hooves, wolf claws, and even human feet." The warrior had very obvious claw marks on his face, which disfigured him. But luckily, only half of his nose was destroyed, which did not make him blind.

Seeing Cheng Yijiu looking at his face, the warrior laughed, "A werewolf caught it in Wallachia. The werewolves there are really fierce." He pointed to the corpse on the ground, "There would be no intact corpse in Wallachia." Cheng Yijiu stroked the musket in his hand, "Werewolves are not afraid of churches." He muttered, and the old warrior smiled with a somewhat ferocious expression.

Cheng Yijiu returned to the church and had a good sleep. When night fell, he was fully equipped and went out without riding a horse. Whether he could kill the designated prey depended on the results of the night hunts in the next few days. This monster would never appear in the daytime again, Cheng Yijiu was sure of this.

"It only appeared once at the beginning. Maybe it had just become a werewolf at that time?" Cheng Yijiu thought, and now it seems that this werewolf is probably really a very low-level Omega wolf, because it can't control its bloodthirsty desire at all and attacks humans every night.

Cheng Yijiu walked leisurely through the flickering light and shadows of the woods. To him, possessing night vision was no longer surprising. In the darkness, if someone could see his eyes, they would see they were an orange-yellow. Cheng Yijiu moved silently through the woods, as if he naturally knew how to move silently.

Cheng Yijiu listened to the sounds in the woods: deer on the move, wolves following behind, and farther out, the sounds of brown bears or wild boars digging in the soil. He avoided the paths of the deer and wolves, gradually approaching villages. By now, the farmers in the wild pastures had been so frightened that they had to gather together in mills or larger stone warehouses, and kept fires burning all night to avoid being attacked by werewolves.

Cheng Yijiu stood at the edge of the woods, looking at the storehouse ahead, the light from the fire reflected in his eyes. He leaned against a tree trunk, hiding in the shadows, motionless, even his breathing had become so low that it was almost inaudible.

Cheng Yijiu closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his ears and senses. On a night like this, vision was far less important and sensitive than hearing and smell. His intuition could still tell him what was happening nearby. After an unknown amount of time, the only sound suddenly faded to the occasional crackle of wood in the fire.

Cheng Yijiu, seemingly asleep, didn't open his eyes, but his ears told him something was approaching. The sound of tiny fallen leaves being crushed, the scraping of small stones underfoot, and the sound of heavy breathing... Cheng Yijiu's nose soon picked up a distinct, strong odor. "Is this the smell of corruption?" His brow furrowed slightly.

The smelly creature must have been quite large, judging by its size, and its movements were somewhat reckless—it had no intention of concealing its whereabouts, casually breaking branches nearby without ever slowing down its steps. Cheng Yijiu slowly opened his eyes and turned his head, waiting for the moment when the creature would appear before him.

Chapter 7 Prey

"Reddish-brown..." Cheng Yijiu muttered to himself. He had found the werewolf's fur before, and it was indeed reddish-brown, but now under the moonlight, the color couldn't be seen, so it could only be brown. The creature's outline gradually emerged before Cheng Yijiu—a hunched body, but even so, it was at least 1.6 meters tall and quite large, comparable to a European brown bear.

The monster walked on two legs, but its thick front claws would occasionally touch the ground. Its head jutted forward, revealing a twisted and ugly face. "It's more like a dog's head that's been beaten crooked than a wolf's head." Cheng Yijiu shook his head secretly, looking at the head with a barely closed mouth and two eyes that were uneven and uneven. "Isn't this guy even worse than an Omega Wolf?"

The monster looked clumsy, but Cheng Yijiu knew it could run very fast if it wanted to, and its jumps could reach at least three or four meters. Cheng Yijiu watched the monster leap up and land in the open space outside the woods, its body completely illuminated by the fire. Cheng Yijiu raised his gun. He was about twenty meters away from the beast, which was plenty for a flintlock rifle. Cheng Yijiu's rifle was a rifled breech-loading flintlock rifle, a type of rifle that had never appeared in the world before.

He gently raised his gun and aimed at the werewolf. "There really is a werewolf," he muttered silently, then cocked the hammer. The sound of the trigger made the monster stop suddenly. It turned directly towards Cheng Yijiu with a gust of evil wind, and pounced on him with a terrifying roar. Cheng Yijiu pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by white smoke and gunshots, the silver bullet was pushed out of the barrel by the gunpowder gas and shot into the bloody mouth of the monster in front of him in a very short time. The power of the bullet was extraordinary. This was indeed beyond Cheng Yijiu's expectations - it was just a silver bullet, about the size of a thumb, propelled by nothing more than black powder, but it was more powerful than a Winchester Magnum rifle bullet with double-base propellant.

Cheng Yijiu saw the shot clearly, dragging a large chunk of skull and other tissue with it, as if the bullet had entered the monster's flesh and exploded. The monster fell heavily to the ground, and Cheng Yijiu drew his silver-plated short spear, carefully circling around and moving past the monster's back. "This is..." Cheng Yijiu saw a huge hole exploded in the back of the monster's head.

Burning fragments of flesh, blood, and bone littered the ground, and flames gradually rose from the gaping hole in the skull. Was it the shattered silver bullet that struck the werewolf's flesh, setting it ablaze? Cheng Yijiu wasn't entirely sure, but the flames gradually died down. He poked them with his spear, revealing fragments of silver encased in black charcoal. By then, he was certain the monster was dead—its entire skull had been burned away. It was absurd for such a creature to still be alive.

Cheng Yijiu stabbed the creature's body with the tip of his spear, and sure enough, the spot where he had pierced it soon began to blacken and decay. When he pulled out the spear, the process stopped. Cheng Yijiu confirmed the absolute lethality of silver against the monster, so he thrust the tip of his spear into the creature's skull and pulled out a shattered bullet encased in charcoal. "That's amazing! It directly shattered at least two-thirds of the brain and the entire back of the skull."

The monster's head was charred black by the flames. A farmer must have taken the risk and seen what was happening—they could have easily seen it by just popping their heads out of the chimney. The gate opened, and farmers, armed with forks and sickles, emerged trembling with fear. Cheng Yijiu understood the French word "Sir." He stepped aside, letting the flames illuminate the monster's corpse.

Cheng Yijiu cocked his musket and began loading a second silver bullet. Seeing his demeanor, the peasants immediately surrounded the monster's corpse, clamoring like ducks at a market. Soon, the witchers arrived on horseback, carrying torches. They were a group of a dozen warriors and musketeers. They dismounted, pushed aside the peasants, and began examining the corpse. Someone threw a silver flat pot at Cheng Yijiu. "He said you did a great job," an old soldier who spoke English translated for Cheng Yijiu.

"Thank you." Cheng Yijiu opened the wine flask and took a sip. "It's actually wine instead of distilled wine. This guy is too effeminate."

The veterans used forks to stir the monster's corpse, chatting constantly. Some even took out knives, ready to rip open its stomach. Cheng Yijiu simply found it a bit strange—if he had achieved his goal, then the situation should have presented itself, allowing him to leave. Perhaps a more reasonable approach was needed? In short, the madman arrived soon after, and by then, the monster had already been ripped open and nearly all of its internal organs removed.

"Aha! A rudimentary werewolf, an incomplete transformation!" The guy shouted as he came up. Cheng Yijiu also saw the monster's feet, which were indeed cow hooves. The madman said a few words to the veterans, then turned directly to Cheng Yijiu, "It turns out to be a man who hunts lions. Well done." This madman was unexpectedly a good person... "Just a shot to blow off this guy's head. Well done! Very brave!"

Cheng Yijiu raised the wine jug in his hand. "But this isn't that werewolf... or there's more than one werewolf here!" the madman said, his voice so soft that only Cheng Yijiu could hear it. Cheng Yijiu's pupils shrank. "A werewolf of this level won't return to human form," the madman said. Cheng Yijiu sighed. "But, at least we killed a werewolf."

That other werewolf, perhaps it was the one that created this werewolf? Anyway, Cheng Yijiu felt that this kind of thing should probably be handed over to professional demon hunters. All he could do was try to track down such monsters if there were further attacks.

The werewolf's body was placed on a carriage and paraded through the streets. This greatly eased local tensions—and Cheng Yijiu also saw the appearance of local bureaucrats and nobles. They acted like peasants, jostling and clamoring to see the dead werewolf—and even their wives and children were present, watching the excitement without fear. "The people of Fa Country also like to watch the excitement. They even brought wine and food, and ate while watching. Do they think they are camping?"

Chapter 8 Waiting

After a simple embalming treatment, the werewolf's body was placed on a wooden cart and surrounded by railings. Not only residents and nobles from nearby towns came to watch the fun, but even farmers came from dozens of miles away. The soldiers in charge of guarding took the opportunity to collect admission fees.

Cheng Yijiu didn't return to the church. He found an inn in the city and stayed there, thinking about the werewolf. His absence meant that the real target hadn't been hunted down yet. "A real werewolf..." Cheng Yijiu thought about the werewolf that could fully transform, and he had no idea what to do.

The werewolf had never targeted Cheng Yijiu, and the people it attacked were completely unknown to Cheng Yijiu. Trying to find the werewolf through this? It was impossible—unless it continued to attack. However, since the monster the werewolf used to divert attention had been killed, perhaps it wouldn't attack again, thereby signaling that there was still a werewolf on the loose.

This werewolf should be able to control itself, or at least have some sense, so it's most likely a Beta or even an Alpha. Given the change in mission, Cheng Yijiu leaned towards the possibility of an Alpha. "There's no other option but to wait and see if there's another attack. Or just follow that madman..." he thought.

However, the madman seemed to be in a normal state of mind. He chopped off the werewolf's head, peeled off its skin, asked an artist to draw a few sketches, and then burned the werewolf's body. Then the man led the team away... "Hey, buddy, I leave it to you." He whispered to Cheng Yijiu before leaving.

Looking at the man's eerie smile, Cheng Yijiu sensed a genuine fear. "Is he afraid of this werewolf who hasn't even shown its face yet?" Cheng Yijiu felt something was amiss. This demon hunter must have killed a lot of werewolves, right? Why would he still be afraid?

He asked Father John, but he couldn't explain it either. "Let me ask another way... Sir, I'd like to ask if there was a Vlad III in Wallachia?" Cheng Yijiu asked, and John replied with a very normal expression, "No, I'm not very familiar with the situation in Wallachia, but he's probably not called Vlad III."

Cheng Yijiu didn't say anything until nightfall, when he left the hotel and once again entered the jungle. According to the map he had drawn, this jungle was where the werewolves had to pass through to attack. Cheng Yijiu walked silently in the forest, as if he were one of the many creatures in the forest.

He stopped, standing in the dark forest. "Where is it? Will the werewolf appear again?" Cheng Yijiu had a feeling that he might not be able to find the werewolf again in the near future, and this mission would most likely fail. "Think carefully," Cheng Yijiu said to himself.

In the dark forest, Cheng Yijiu once again recalled the entire process after he came to this world, "Although the mission will let me come into contact with the target. But in fact, I still have no clue - unless I am prepared to fire silver bullets at everyone I come into contact with." Cheng Yijiu sighed.

No one knew whether the werewolf was male or female. Cheng Yijiu had come into contact with 20 to 30 people by now. Besides the hunters who had already left, the rest were either farmers or churchgoers. "Could the werewolf be among them?" It was highly likely, but as long as it didn't reveal itself, Cheng Yijiu really had no idea who it was.

Cheng Yijiu sat on a log stump in the forest. He felt the need to survive the night—it was just a feeling. He stuck the short spear on his back into the ground, placed the crossbow beside him, and held the musket across his knees. He also wore a half-length mail coat, which he had bought at the market to help him survive the werewolf's claws.

Cheng Yijiu pulled out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and struck a match. The matchlight illuminated his face, and his eyes flickered orange under the flame. Soon the flame went out, replaced by a dim red glow within the pipe.

The aroma of smoke soon filled the air, but Cheng Yijiu didn't mind it. He felt that a werewolf wouldn't be afraid of the smell of human tobacco. The aroma of tobacco intoxicated Cheng Yijiu slightly, and he relaxed considerably. Relaxed, he looked at the moon peeking through the treetops, while in the distance, he could hear the faint howling of wolves.

Cheng Yijiu grasped the musket with one hand and gripped the hammer with his other thumb. He snapped the hammer open. The tobacco in his pipe flickered. "Since you're already here, why hide?" Cheng Yijiu said in English, unsure if the other party could understand him.

But since he had spoken, the other party should have known that he had been discovered. Then, under the moonlight, the darkness ahead suddenly grew a little, and then a wolf, huge in size and standing tall, emerged, its dark mane visible in the moonlight.

This werewolf had a large wolf head, much more impressive than the one Cheng Yijiu had killed. Its yellow eyes didn't hold a frenzied bloodlust, but a rational expression. "That's what a werewolf looks like," Cheng Yijiu exclaimed softly.

It has an almost sturdy human-like body, and its upper body is especially similar to that of a human, except that it is covered with hair. Its claws are also similar to human hands, except that they have thick and sharp claws. The legs in its lower body do not look like human legs, but are wolf legs with reverse joints, but they are thicker and can support the strong upper body.

"Sure enough, they look like the legs of a bipedal carnivorous dinosaur." Cheng Yijiu looked up and down, his rifle already pointed at the other party, but no one had yet launched an attack. "Compared to an average wolf, your fangs are much larger, so much so that your lips can't cover them," Cheng Yijiu said meaninglessly.

"I don't recognize you," he said, "but I think I have a chance!"

The werewolf looked at Cheng Yijiu. Under the moonlight, Cheng Yijiu noticed that the other party seemed to be laughing. Then the werewolf spoke. "I think so too, but you won't see me again after today." The voice was very rough, and Cheng Yijiu still couldn't tell who it was - but this werewolf could speak English.

Cheng Yijiu's whole body tensed up. This sentence meant that there was a high possibility that the werewolf would kill him here, so in that case he wouldn't be able to see him anymore.

Chapter 9: Fierce Fight

The movements of a real werewolf were simply incomparable to the inferior werewolf he'd shot. In the moonlight and shadows, the werewolf's movements even left an afterimage. Without a second thought, Cheng Yijiu fell straight back, and a powerful, whistling wind from claws swept across the tree stump where he had been sitting. Cheng Yijiu could see shattered wood chips bursting out from the trees two or three meters behind him.

"A claw blade that can even create a vacuum? Don't be ridiculous!" Cheng Yijiu quickly exerted force with his legs, launching himself off the tree stump—and sure enough, the next moment, his claws slammed down, shattering the tree. "My Jill was just a hair's breadth away from being reduced to pulp," Cheng Yijiu cursed. This monster's sweeping and vertical attacks seemed to completely ignore inertia, demonstrating its immense physical strength. A modern 9mm pistol wouldn't be able to penetrate the flesh of such a creature, let alone a standard .22LR rifle.

The musket in his hand certainly didn't have the same penetrating power as the .22LR rifle. His only hope was that it was using silver bullets. Cheng Yijiu rolled on the ground, and the next blow came from his head. In that brief moment, the werewolf had already changed its position. Its movement speed was indeed extremely fast. "This guy seems to be teasing me, not in a hurry to kill?" Cheng Yijiu felt this way.

He kept rolling around on the ground, relying on his instincts to barely dodge, but he also knew that if the werewolf had really attacked him, he would have been dead as early as the third attack. Fortunately, Cheng Yijiu leaned against a thick tree, using it to turn around and complete the transition from lying down to squatting - but the price he paid was a huge claw mark on the tree trunk above his head. "Sure enough, the intimidation is greater than the damage!"

The werewolf moved incredibly fast, and with the cover of darkness, ordinary people couldn't see it clearly. But Cheng Yijiu saw it, his eyes following the werewolf's movements. This time, it was heading for him. Cheng Yijiu raised his gun and fired. The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his arm and chest. He flew out like a cloud, slamming heavily into a cluster of tree trunks, shaking several trees as thick as his wrists, and then slid to the ground.

As soon as he landed, he knew he was in big trouble. The pain told him that his ribs were likely broken. He wasn't sure if the bones in his arm were broken, but there was no doubt that he had suffered extensive soft tissue contusion. Most importantly, his musket was broken. The werewolf's attack arrived at the same time he fired, twisting the musket into a knot. The remaining force sent Cheng Yijiu flying, leaving him injured like this.

He didn't know where his pipe had fallen, but just an arm's length away, a silver-plated short spear lay there. Cheng Yijiu struggled to grab the short spear, while at the same time he watched the werewolf—it had been hit. It seemed the silver bullets had a special effect on werewolves. Because they had penetrated its hair and muscles, the werewolf was temporarily unable to move. It kept howling in pain, one claw diligently digging at the wound on its shoulder.

That's right, Cheng Yijiu hit the werewolf just below the collarbone, almost hitting the werewolf's heart or lungs. Now even Cheng Yijiu could see the black smoke coming out of the wound and the burning blood gushing out. The werewolf opened its mouth wide and growled softly, and its other claw reached into the wound.

Cheng Yijiu touched the short spear and slowly stood up. The werewolf let out a painful roar, then pinched a shining silver bullet with two fingers of his other claw and threw it to the ground. Only then did the smoke and burning from the wound gradually subside, and Cheng Yijiu could see the bloody wound clearly. "An arm is broken." Cheng Yijiu thought, gritting his teeth, his mouth full of the taste of rust.

Cheng Yijiu endured the pain and numbness in his arm, struggling to hold onto his short spear—this might be his last bit of dignity. "What a shame! I should have brought a double-barreled short shotgun," he said with a useless remark, ready to fight the werewolf to the death. The werewolf wasn't in good shape either. The massive wound below his shoulder and the heavy bleeding limited his movement and weakened his stamina—if it weren't for the silver bullet, he wouldn't have been in any danger at all.

This is just too much.

The werewolf's right arm was disabled. It could only barely move at the elbow, and lifting it was completely impossible. Furthermore, the injury prevented it from exerting force and clenching. The arm would be useless until the wound healed. As for how long that would take? Legend has it that unless it were a silver bullet, a werewolf would heal from such an injury in less than half an hour, or perhaps ten minutes if it had enough blood to eat.

Now, it wouldn't heal for another three to five days. But Cheng Yijiu was in the same boat. He had broken ribs, severely bruised arm muscles, and probably bruised back muscles as well. His only weapon was a silver-plated short spear, no match for the werewolf's claws and teeth. Luckily, Cheng Yijiu was a former full-armor combat enthusiast, so having a short spear wasn't enough to stop him from fighting. The werewolf's eyes were already blazing red, seemingly losing his mind due to the bloodshed.

Saliva began to flow from its mouth, and it looked like a mad dog. The werewolf crouched down and pounced directly. Cheng Yijiu completely forgot the pain for a moment, turned sideways, and thrust hard with the spear in both hands. The powerful momentum almost knocked the short spear out of Cheng Yijiu's hand, but even if it didn't fall out of his hand, the short spear was slightly bent.

The werewolf howled piercingly. A large gash had been opened on the inoperable right side of its body, potentially damaging its internal organs. Cheng Yijiu's throat gurgled unconsciously, and he felt his muscle bruises and rib injuries improve considerably. His body had become lighter, and his strength was truly immense—he could pierce a werewolf's flesh with a short spear, even though the silver-plated spear could naturally weaken the werewolf's defenses. That was a formidable strength.

The werewolf's right side was its greatest weakness, but Cheng Yijiu's entire body was vulnerable. He wore half a coat of mail, but it seemed useless now—to the werewolf's minions, it was no different from thick cloth. Even plate armor would be useless, as a werewolf's fists were barely as powerful as a warhammer. Not only was the werewolf's right arm disabled, but a long wound pierced his waist and abdomen, and the wound on his shoulder was torn and bleeding profusely.

The red light faded, and the werewolf glanced at Cheng Yijiu, revealing an expression that looked like a smile, before quickly disappearing into the jungle...

Chapter 10 Lost

Cheng Yijiu didn't dare relax. He used his short spear as a crutch and walked to the fallen musket. The musket was useless, the barrel twisted and deformed, the body broken, and completely unusable. He picked up the crossbow again and said, "I can only use silver arrows now." The arrows on this crossbow were made of silver.

Silver does have a special effect on werewolves. Cheng Yijiu picked up the silver bullet that the werewolf had dug out from the ground. The silver bullet was deformed and covered in a layer of black substance. Cheng Yijiu twisted it with his fingers, and the ashes immediately fell. "This is the flesh and blood of the werewolf. When it comes into contact with silver, it will become inactive and burn." Cheng Yijiu walked out of the jungle.

No further attacks followed, suggesting the werewolf had truly departed. "Strange, he didn't continue his attack?" Cheng Yijiu was baffled. He had been at a significant disadvantage earlier. The silver coating on his silver-plated spear had worn away. Even if his body and internal organs were burned, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill him.

Perhaps the only explanation is that Silver had inflicted unexpectedly heavy damage on the werewolf, severely damaging its internal organs. Otherwise, there's no explanation. Cheng Yijiu examined his injuries. Doctors these days aren't very reliable. He felt around and realized he had at least two broken ribs. He stripped off his clothes and bandaged his chest tightly to stabilize his rib cage. He took a few breaths and found that, fortunately, the broken bones didn't hinder his breathing.

He dug out a special ointment for the bruise on his arm—not surprising, since even now in Europe, quack doctors peddled cure-all ointments. His ointment was merely for sprains and bruises, and for pain relief. His arm felt much better after applying it, but the back wasn't any better.

Cheng Yijiu returned to the church at dawn, having a rough idea of ​​who the werewolf might be. He didn't see Father John when he arrived. Cheng Yijiu frowned and grabbed a small servant. "Where is Father John?" he asked in rather stiff French.

The servant gestured and explained, "Pastor John was transferred to another parish a few days ago. He just left yesterday. By the way, the priest also came to you to say goodbye." Cheng Yijiu let the servant go. He walked into his small room and sat down. His ribs were still aching.

However, his mind was very clear. He was almost certain that Pastor John might be a werewolf. "Werewolves can't enter the church? What a joke... The legend of werewolves existed long before the rise of Christianity." Cheng Yijiu thought, and he felt it necessary to go talk to Pastor John.

Sadly, Reverend John likely never made it. When Cheng Yijiu recovered a bit, he rode to the parish he'd supposedly been transferred to, only to discover that Reverend John hadn't been there at all... He'd simply vanished. How long is a werewolf's lifespan? It seemed like hundreds of years, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to just go somewhere else and live under a different name...

Cheng Yijiu let out a long sigh. He was likely to fail again. This cunning werewolf was most likely an alpha wolf... "I remember that the prerequisite for becoming a werewolf is to be bitten by a werewolf, and then you must take or apply some special ointment containing wolfsbane, and finally pray to a devil to become a werewolf?" Cheng Yijiu was not bitten by a wolf, so it was impossible for him to become a werewolf.

Two days passed, and Cheng Yijiu opened the door to his familiar hall. He checked his computer and discovered that the mission hadn't been a complete failure. "I killed an Omega half-werewolf, and discovered the true identity of the Alpha Wolf... but I didn't uncover any of the backstory." Cheng Yijiu ripped off the bandages on his body. "Damn it! If I hadn't shot the half-werewolf, I'm afraid this mission would have been a complete failure. Even so, it's just a passing grade."

He rushed up to the second floor in two steps, only to discover a new taxidermy specimen in the hall—the half-werewolf. "Well, at least it's cleaned." The stench of the werewolf was gone, replaced by the faint smell of a special cleaning agent and disinfectant. This werewolf was reddish-brown, with a distorted face and limbs. It was nowhere near as symmetrical, strong, and beautiful as the real werewolves Cheng Yijiu had seen.

"Is this a werewolf? Or rather, an ugly ghoul!" Cheng Yijiu sighed as he looked at the werewolf that looked out of place among the other specimens in the hall. This half-werewolf was half the size of the brown bear he had shot, but still much taller than an adult.

Cheng Yijiu watched for a while, then returned downstairs and began to take off his dirty clothes, preparing to clean himself. At this moment, another line of large words popped up on the computer: "Concealment Task: Find a job in real life that can conceal your unique characteristics. Note: It is recommended to look in the pet industry."

Yes, Cheng Yijiu felt that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later find it difficult to conceal his abnormality in his normal life. Staying at home was not a solution, so he decided to "open a pet supply store. Selling pets is too troublesome, so selling pet supplies is better. I'll go change the storefront first..."

He immediately took action, but finding such housing within the city was difficult; suitable housing was more likely to be found in the suburbs. Cheng Yijiu, not short of money, used his bounty to purchase a storefront in the southwest of the city. The row of storefronts along the street were all old, and the three-story house cost over 10 million yuan, which Cheng Yijiu had to pay off by mortgaging the property.

The first floor, about 100 square meters, was planned as a pet supplies supermarket. The second floor was his residence, and the third floor was a utility room and warehouse. There was even room for a car in the back. Before the mission even began, he completed this hidden mission.

Looking at the store filled with various pet supplies, Cheng Yijiu breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't renovated the second floor much, and it wasn't his original room after he entered. "I've always wanted to tame a hunting dog. Is there any way?" Cheng Yijiu thought about it seriously. He thought there might be a solution in the hunter's cabin.

"The Hound of the Baskervilles..." Cheng Yijiu thought of the famous hound from the Sherlock Holmes stories, but that animal was primarily used to scare people, not for hunting. There were great hunting dogs, but Cheng Yijiu thought about his prey... "Damn, none of them would work." His prey were all terrifying man-eating beasts, and ordinary hounds wouldn't cut it. He'd need a pack of Dogo Argentinos or Canaries to prevent them from being killed before he arrived.

However, how could the city allow him to keep so many fierce dogs? So perhaps he could find a pet that could cooperate with him through quests.

Chapter 11 Daily Life

Aren't there only a few types of pets used for hunting? There are eagles in the sky, and dogs and cheetahs on the ground. Other cats aren't domesticated. Don't even count on cheetahs in the city, and fierce hunting dogs are definitely illegal to keep... China does have a good hunting dog—the Xiasi dog. It looks a lot like a local dog, but isn't as big as a mastiff and is quite effective.

But these dogs are only good at hunting wild boars and goats. Can they follow Cheng Yijiu to hunt man-eating beasts? Again, before Cheng Yijiu arrives and takes care of the hunt with his gun, these hounds must not be killed. In the end, Cheng Yijiu just sighed and gave up. "Maybe there will really be a pet quest? Never mind, forget it." He pulled down the shutters and prepared to do the final cleaning and tidying up before opening for business tomorrow.

The store was called Youguo Pet Supply Store. Cheng Yijiu had no idea where he came up with the name. He was the only one in the store, and the only items he had were a few different kinds of cat food, dog food, bird food, and fish food. There were no live foods—that would be too much energy. It would be too much trouble to buy guinea pigs, crickets, cockroaches, fish, and other worms. He also had pet cages and leashes—everything he needed.

Could a shop like this, in the suburbs, do well? It certainly wouldn't. Luckily, Cheng Yijiu didn't really care about business performance—even the suburbs of a metropolitan area were still essentially urban areas, and Cheng Yijiu would have preferred a lack of customers. He actually had some items on the counter—there were four rows of shelves, and against the wall were rows of glass display cases. The items on the counter were probably the store's most unique offerings.

There were all sorts of strange and bizarre things in here, from hand-carved wood carvings in a variety of wild styles—these things were brought from Africa and South Asia. Anyway, Cheng Yijiu could find a bunch of these things every 24 hours from the trophy hall upstairs. If you didn't touch them, there wouldn't be more. They would automatically replenish if you took them. "Is this a benefit for me?" Cheng Yijiu thought. These ebony carvings might be marketable, right?

Then there are the bronze or iron Hindu statues. These come from the same source, but the refresh time is longer than 72 hours. Weapons and the like are not available, and they can't be taken out. It's okay if he makes his own, but then the police will come. The same goes for weapons, but he can make water guns. National laws now clearly regulate water guns—a one-to-one replica of the appearance is no longer regulated; only muzzle energy is considered. So as long as you don't modify it to fire BBs or increase the initial velocity to violate regulations, you'll be fine.