The red moon returns

Chapter 433 Blood Trail

boom.

There was a knock behind the door, followed by silence. It seemed that the infected person had lost his target and resumed wandering aimlessly.

But the five people outside the door all had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at each other and found it difficult to accept the changes before them.

what's the situation?
How did an entire family become infected?

The group realized that the portrait they had just seen might not have been painted by the city lord for them.

"Could it be that the banquet last night was caused by this?" Terry was extremely scared. "Did the food at the banquet also use the new grains?"

"It's not food," said Miss Diana. "I saw bite marks on several people."

"Everyone has them." Lynch added, "And the tooth marks are smaller than those of ordinary people. They must have been done by a child."

Everyone immediately concluded that young master Jack was the most likely candidate.

"It should be correct, and the city lord must know about it. Maybe he arranged everything, otherwise these people would not be here." Officer Natalie stared at the wooden door, as if she wanted to see the infected inside through the wood. "But why did he kill his daughter and her family? It's okay for adults, but it's a bit too much to not let go of even children."

"To clean up the weeds, you have to clean them from the roots. To slaughter, you have to kill the children first." Lynch made a cutting motion, but then frowned. "But there is no such thing as removing one's own roots."

"I remembered a rumor. Could it be true?" Terry said in disbelief. "Young Master Jack died in an accident. He fell off his horse and died. But there have been rumors that it was not an accident, but someone attacked the horse."

"A battle for succession?"

"The main reason is that after the master had the young master, he paid too much attention to him and seriously neglected the three young ladies, so that the young ladies had a lot of resentment towards the young master. But after all, they are blood relatives, and they should not do such a thing to their own brother."

"I'm afraid many people don't think it's wrong." The examples of his hometown over thousands of years are enough to form an army. Lin Qi shook his head and said, "I think I understand. I suspect that the city lord is so obsessed with this matter, maybe not to revive his son, but to let his son take revenge with his own hands. He doesn't want to decorate the room for little Jack, but to let the murderers accompany little Jack forever."

"This..." the policewoman said in surprise, "This is too crazy."

"Isn't this world crazy enough?" Lynch sighed, "Lock the door and let's retreat."

"Mr. Lynch." The countess pointed at the wooden door. "Are they just going to leave it alone?"

"Leave it to the city lord to deal with it himself, if he can come back."

"What do you mean?" Judy habitually translated Lynch's words into her native language, which startled Terry. "You mean the city lord is also in danger?"

"Under such circumstances, who else do you think could have sent a letter that would have made the city lord drop the painting and rush over there? And it was a letter sent by Rocky."

"Young Master Jack."

"Or is it the person behind him? No matter who it is, at least now we can be sure that the body is definitely not in the City Lord's Mansion." Lin Qi clapped his hands, "We can start tracking. We only have one chance. Let's find the person who caused the trouble."

"Wait, what should we do?" Terry grabbed Lynch.

"What should we do? Didn't we already make an appointment?"

The knight rubbed his hands and said in a rather tangled tone, "The city lord is not here, so we can't ask for martial law now."

Lynch looked at Terry with a very strange look, which made him panic. Then he said faintly: "Are you also infected and hallucinating? Didn't you just meet the city lord? Didn't he tell you to make your own decision on the plague? He also told you to do a good job of martial law and control the plague at all costs. Everyone must cooperate, and he also authorized you to deal with those who refuse to cooperate. Why do you still ask me what to do?"

"Huh?" The knight was stunned. "Is this okay?"

"Otherwise, when the plague breaks out at night, will everyone become crazy infected?" Lin Qi shrugged casually, "Every minute earlier, maybe we can save dozens more people, but this has nothing to do with me. Those people are not from our hometown, and none of my relatives or friends are among them."

Terry closed his mouth, his expression full of struggle.

"I know you are a loyal knight, loyal to the city lord, but you are a soldier, you should know that military intelligence does not wait for anyone. There is a saying in the mythological era that when a general is fighting outside, he can refuse even the king's orders," Lin Qi smiled and softened his tone:

"No one asked you to betray the city lord. You are serving him. Now his city has a problem that needs to be dealt with urgently, but he is not here and cannot give orders directly. You must take on your due responsibilities and defend his city for him."

"This……"

"Otherwise, if he comes back and finds the city destroyed and asks you why you didn't deal with it in time, you plan to tell him that he can't ask for your instructions since you weren't there?"

"I understand. You are right. This is my responsibility. If you blame me for this in the future, I am willing to take the responsibility."

Armed Knight Terry straightened his chest and took a deep breath, his tone became firm:
"Sir, I will do everything according to your instructions and do my best to save the citizens. The rest is up to you."

Lynch patted Terry on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will also shoulder our responsibilities, for this city and for ourselves."

Having made a solemn promise, it now depends on whether Miss Diana's secret method can track down old Sven.

As the main means of combat in the Second and Third Ages, the secret method is actually no simpler than ability. It is a very complex system, somewhat similar to the magic of the hometown, but it is more effective by utilizing forbidden knowledge and the power of evil gods.

In fact, only a small part of these techniques have simplified versions, and most of them are very complicated to perform. Most of the common occult rituals today are modified from those complex secret methods.

The Trail of Blood is one of them. It is more of a secret ritual than a secret spell, which requires a venue, spellcasting materials and rituals.

Fortunately, since the Trail of Blood originated in the Quaternary Period, people in this era don’t know about this technique, so there is no need to worry about the opponent making targeted defenses.

So the four of them left the city lord's castle without looking back, and went straight back to the safest fortress. After saying hello to Dr. Swen, they found a quiet secret room.

The spellcasting materials were all provided by Dr. Sven, and they were quite complete.

First, there is blood, the blood of the direwolf.

This is the best hunter on the ice field. It can sense the blood frozen in the cold wind from several kilometers away. It uses its blood to carve a hexagram array, which increases the caster's sensitivity to blood to the highest level.

The second is the fangs, the fangs of the blood shark.

This is the best blood seeker in the world. As long as there is a trace of blood dissolved in the sea, it cannot escape the tracking of the blood shark. Use your will to carry the power of the blood shark and pursue the track of blood in the air.

Miss Diana knelt quietly in the middle of the hexagram formation, with green smoke rising from the incense burner in front of her. The Countess opened and closed her lips, chanting a strange spell in a low voice, and as she chanted, the green smoke in front of her slowly swirled around her as if alive.

Judy sat cross-legged outside the magic circle opposite her, silently holding the mortar and grinding the blood shark's teeth into fine powder. She watched the green smoke close into a ring before pouring the powder into the incense burner.

The rising smoke became thicker and thicker, and at the same time, the Countess's chanting suddenly became louder.

Judy didn't hesitate, opened the bottle of blood, and dripped the blood into the incense burner.

Whoosh, the smoke suddenly turned blood red, as if being pulled, and rushed straight to Diana, and was inhaled into her body.

Inspired by the blood and soul of the direwolf, follow the track of the target's blood in the air to find the target's hiding place.

Miss Diana had stopped chanting and closed her eyes tightly, following the scent of blood.

"I came looking for you, Mr. Swain. I...found you."

The Countess opened her eyes suddenly with a look of surprise.

“It’s actually there.”

(End of this chapter)