The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 562 Grand Slam

The tomb raider, who had just been bitten on the ankle by a snake, screamed again a few seconds later.

Just as the man in the leather mask was about to scold his companion for being too delicate, he suddenly sensed something and hurriedly turned around. A bloody smell was carried into his nostrils by the evening breeze.

"My feet! My feet!"

The skinny tomb raider collapsed to the ground, curled up, clutching his right calf and howling in agony as blood gushed out. His severed foot remained firmly planted on the ground, maintaining the position it had been in before it was cut off.

At the same time, the scorching heat emanating from behind exceeded the warning level.

The amulet's power is being rapidly depleted.

"wizard?!"

A strong sense of crisis activated his fighting instincts. The leather-masked man raised his hand and fired at the direction he instinctively sensed was most dangerous in the grass, splashing a cloud of blood into what was originally an empty spot.

Blood moved through the air, as if veiled over an unseen creature.

Seeing this, he remained calm and threw away his pistol, picked up a shovel, and prepared to give chase.

boom!
His left side suddenly veered forward, forcing him to halt the pursuit.

The man's face beneath the leather mask was expressionless, but his turning speed was noticeably slower than before. When he saw the beautiful, black-haired girl draped in a lion skin holding a flintlock pistol with the muzzle still damp with gunpowder under the tree, he couldn't help but freeze, even though he was already furious.

"A little girl?" The man in the leather mask's breathing quickened; he clearly couldn't accept that this was the dangerous killer who had attacked him.

Donna was also horrified to see him turn around after being shot.

The masked man reacted extremely quickly. He took a few steps toward Donna, and his uninjured right side of his body contracted backward from his shoulder to his chest to gather strength. Then, he swung his arm forward violently, and the shovel flew toward Donna like a javelin.

Humans, lacking night vision, would struggle to detect the trajectory of a shovel in the dark, but a psychic wizard could do so with ease.

The instant the shovel's tip pierced her psychic field, Donna's body instinctively reacted by dodging. The shovel, hurtling past her, carried a strong, tangible wind that whipped her black hair around. The black metal tip pierced half an inch into the thick bark of the old tree behind her, the entire shovel firmly embedded in the trunk.

This is a level that only extraordinary individuals possess.

After throwing the shovel, the leather-masked man sprinted towards Donna at full speed, determined to kill the witch who had given him instructions with his bare hands before the invisible creature, which appeared to be a familiar, could catch up.

The moment the shovel pierced the tree trunk, he and she were less than ten yards apart.

Her hair, which had been blown about by the strong wind, finally fell back down, and two seconds later he would break her fragile, bird-like neck with his fist.

However, the witch was surprisingly experienced in fighting. She dropped her pistol and met his powerful fist with her left elbow instead of her palm, and her reaction and speed were not much slower than his.

The expected deviation occurred; the leather-masked man did not persist with the attack. Before he could touch the witch, he released his right fist and seized her raised left wrist, while his left hand began to clench into a fist to gather strength.

However, his injury affected the speed of his left hand. Before he could hit the witch, the witch's right fist struck his left chest quickly and accurately. Although it was not as powerful as his, its strength and speed were unlike that of a woman. It was stronger than that of an ordinary strong worker, and it was fierce and determined.

The fist landed precisely on his chest, aligning perfectly with the location of the gunshot wound on his back. After taking the blow, the wound on his leather mask began to throb with intense pain, the agony penetrating his very being, and the power he was building in his left arm was thus interrupted.

"You too?" he asked with difficulty.

He seemed to have left things unsaid, but Donna knew what he meant.

Because they both utilize the power of skins—the power of the leather mask comes from the mask itself, while her power comes from the lion skin she wears—in the eyes of the world, they are considered the same kind of people—skin walkers.

The witch did not answer. The skin of the eyeless lioness's face slid down and merged with her face, then opened its beastly mouth and bit into the throat of the leather mask.

The witch, now transformed into a lioness, gained several times her original weight, and the tomb raiders could no longer subdue her by force; instead, they were subdued by her.

The leather mask loosened its grip on the witch's hand, which had transformed into a lion's claw. Using the force of her pounce, it retreated to avoid the bite, but it only managed to dodge that one blow. Its lapse in footing was the most fatal mistake, and the lion's savage power still knocked it down.

The lion's massive claws pressed heavily against his chest, preventing him from getting up. He raised his right arm to protect his throat, but the result was that his arm was first bitten to pieces by the lion, and then his throat was torn apart by its fangs.

The bright yellow human eyes on the lion's face were the last thing the leather mask remembered.

After ending the killing spree, the lioness looked up at another grave robber outside the forest, only to find that the little devil had already slit his throat, so she deactivated her transformation.

“One for each of us!” Donna said excitedly after spitting out the blood and flesh from her mouth.

She wiped out two tomb raiders and maintained the safety of the school, which made her feel proud from the bottom of her heart.

The only loss was that Clara's arm was pierced by a lead bullet, but this wasn't a serious injury for the demon. The long-awaited killing made her feel exceptionally good. She let Donna wipe the blood off her with the lion skin, then climbed onto Donna's shoulder and sang happily. However, she paused midway and whispered to Donna, "Actually, I also like the big one." The "like" she spoke of wasn't regret for the leather mask, but rather regret for not being able to be the leather mask's opponent.

Donna could only comfort her by saying that she could choose her opponent next time, and that Clayton wouldn't stop praising her because of it.

They weren't in a hurry to leave. Killing the tomb raiders wasn't illegal. They wanted to loot the spoils first, otherwise they wouldn't be able to touch the corpses when the adults arrived.

"Kree said that loot is usually limited to three things: weapons, money, and jewelry. Personal belongings and clothing should be avoided."

Donna murmured Clayton's teachings as she searched the dead body. However, the two grave robbers had only a small amount of change on them, so little that she was embarrassed to admit that she had relied on this battle to supplement her family's income.

In the end, only the leather mask and a note found on its owner could be considered personal belongings; the skinny tomb raider had nothing at all.

Donna didn't want the mask; after touching it, she was certain it was made of human skin.

Its original owner was not a wizard, but only had some wizarding talent, which is why he chose human skin to wear as armor, because it was easier for him to borrow power from his own kind, while it was too difficult for him to borrow the power of wild beasts.

A single face cannot give him the power he needs in battle; this mask is actually made up of several faces stacked together.

"Donna, it has Joseph's name on it!" Clara, who was in charge of checking the note, exclaimed, her previously cheerful face turning tense and uneasy. "I can't understand what comes next. Did we kill Joseph's family?"

Donna was also taken aback and quickly snatched the note to check it.

She breathed a sigh of relief after reading just the beginning: "It's not our Joseph. This big guy with the leather mask is also called Joseph. Many people have the same name."

Clara was relieved.

"Yes, someone asked him to come to the academy to dig up graves. This person who wrote the note actually knew there was a noble cemetery here, even our principal didn't know."

Donna was slightly surprised by the contents of the note, but that was all.

She put the unwanted items back on the corpses and disguised their injuries. She told Clara to hide, and waited by the bodies. She was very particular about this, deliberately adopting a relaxed posture and carefully planning her expression so that people would know she had taken down the two grave robbers without much effort.

At the same time, the presence of these two tomb raiders, whose origins are unknown, also demonstrates the backwardness of the school's current defense system.

Donna was already working on her speech, but half an hour passed and no one showed up.

"Didn't anyone hear the gunshot? We just fired two shots." Donna was very unwilling to accept that no one could see her results.

Clara peeked out from behind a tombstone: "Should we fire another shot?"

Donna fired another shot and waited another half hour, but still no one came to the cemetery to check on the situation. She had no choice but to say goodbye to Clara and go back to her dorm to sleep; she had to go to school in Bracola that night.

Everything was normal in the dormitory; the female students were either reading novels or drawing.

She closed the door and asked her two friends sitting on the bed if they had heard gunshots, and they replied that everyone had.

"Then why didn't anyone think to come to me?" Donna wondered, determined to figure this out before going to sleep.

“You practice shooting at the range all the time, everyone knows that,” Alice replied. “During the day, at noon, at night, any time is fine.”

“Considering you haven’t touched any weapons for two days, we all agree that nothing you do would be surprising,” Miss Lant added.

It turned out that the cemetery and the shooting range were too close together, making it difficult to distinguish the sounds. They mistook the sound of Donna firing her musket in actual combat for her night combat practice.

Donna went to sleep dejectedly. She knew it was no longer convenient for her to prove that she had defeated the two grave robbers. It was already very late, and to completely clarify the matter, she would have to be absent from Braco. And tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to explain why her first reaction after killing someone was to go to sleep instead of calling for help—she knew this was not normal in the eyes of ordinary people.

The next day, she found time in the morning to go to the cemetery again and gave the corpse a new disguise, making it look like the two grave robbers were killing each other.

However, Donna did not report to the teacher immediately after doing all this. Instead, she waited until the afternoon, just before her least favorite etiquette class, to report it and successfully skipped the etiquette class as well.

As she expected, the entire school was in an uproar because of the two corpses. The change in Principal Catherine's expression upon seeing the bodies particularly pleased her.

On that day, body collectors and police arrived at the school to handle the matter, and after they left, clergy came to check on the situation.

The atmosphere on campus grew increasingly uneasy after the two bodies wrapped in white cloth were openly carried out. A few students who saw the bodies with their own eyes fell into a state of depression from which they could not extricate themselves. This made Donna feel fortunate that she had not come forward to admit that she was the murderer.

That might make you a hero, but it could also greatly affect your future campus life.

On the third day, the school convened a meeting with parents of students who could easily come to school to discuss the security upgrade plan and fee schedule, and Clayton Bello was among them.