Chapter 1275 1247. Helping hand
The claws were still stained with blood that had just been pulled out of the hunter's body!
The rich smell of blood and the stench of beasts are mixed together, or they have always been one!
Yanan's hunter was ruthless and decisive. After making an emergency move and retreating but still injured, his first reaction was to radically close his position again and take advantage of the gap between the enemy's attacks to launch his own attack.
This may be a tactical attempt by the hunter to take the battle rhythm into his own hands, but it may also be that it stems from the hunter's inner desire to spill blood.
Lycanthropes long for the feeling of tearing flesh apart and bleeding out, but don't Yharnam's hunters do the same?
Sometimes, the difference between the two is really hard to tell.
Just like at this moment, the hunter and the lycanthrope patient made almost the same choice.
After they suffered injuries, they all aggressively moved closer to the enemy. Even after being injured, they continued to attack and attack continuously.
It's like being able to recuperate and recover from injuries and lost blood by injuring the enemy.
So obsessed, so eager, so impatient.
But the hunter made a mistake after all.
The patient who had already turned into a deep beast didn't care about his claws that were completely severed by the meat saw knife [Transformation Slash]. He let out an excited gasping sound of "roar, roar, roar" from his throat.
And those foul-smelling, black-haired, **** claws were about to scratch the hunter’s head and face!
The hunter still couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that his delicate eyeballs were being hit by the strong wind caused by the vicious claws.
Anyway, this beast is very accurate.
After the hunter was initially horrified to find that his sword swing was empty, he thought inexplicably.
With one claw on the side of my face, it should be able to dig out the front half of my skull, and my death would be easy.
This time, I was too impatient.
There is nothing to say, the hunters of Yanan are like this, and they may die in a sewer somewhere without seeing the light of day one night.
Because he had to hide from the citizens and hunt in secret, even if it was just a small matter like a ruptured aorta, he could only wait for death when the [blood collection bottle] was consumed and broken.
Because the hunting takes place mostly in secluded areas.
It’s also fun to say.
Everyone in Yharnam knew what the hunters did under the cover of night.
The hunters also know and the citizens know.
But as long as no one sees her in that deep night, everyone can pretend that nothing happened. The next day was life as usual.
Only on hunting night, hunters can appear on the streets without any scruples.
Hunting night? How long ago had it been since the last hunting night?
No, in Yanan now, lycanthropy is not the most troublesome and dangerous thing in this city.
What people are most worried about now is gray blood disease.
Of course, the deaths and injuries caused by infectious diseases are not as explosive as those caused by lycanthropy, but the number of deaths is much higher.
It seems to come from the 'revolving lantern' before death?
When the lycanthropic patient's claws were extremely close to the side of his face, the hunter's thinking became more active than ever, and a bunch of jumping thoughts popped up uncontrollably.
He even felt that the beast in front of him was moving a little too slowly, leaving him to be tortured by fear for a long time before dying.
Many residents on the street who still had lights on quickly turned off their lights.
After a loud bang, deathly silence returned to the alley.
The Yanan hunter stood outside the alley, his blood dripping down his leather gloves and hitting the stone tiles, but he himself stared motionlessly at the deep darkness.
until
After a few "bumps", the completely limp body of the lycanthropic patient rolled out from the alley, pressed against the broken wooden box fragments.
The rune circle of [Arden's Seal] had long since disappeared, and in the darkness of the alley there was only the sound of heavy but steady footsteps approaching.
The hunter's eyes, sandwiched between the brim of his tricorn hat and his mask, calmly stared at the amber-colored cat's eyes in the darkness.
"Don't you need to get yourself a [blood collection bottle]?"
Following Lan En's deliberately highlighted footsteps, the Yharnam hunter cautiously retreated, keeping his distance.
It seemed that he had learned a lesson from his rash advance.
Lan En, who had completely walked out of the darkness, casually shook the hand he had punched just now, so that the sticky blood on it could be shaken off a little. At the same time, he raised his eyes to look at the other person and said casually.
Seeing Lan En walking through the dividing line in the darkness and bathing in the moonlight, Yanan's hunter was a little dazed at first.
I don't know if it's because of the witcher's size, or because of his face illuminated by the moonlight and his hair like molten silver.
But then, he shook his head silently.
"You are not a lycanthrope patient." He stated hoarsely and lowly, and lifted the hem of his windbreaker, pulled out a [blood collection bottle], pointed it at his thigh and plunged it in without looking at it.
"The smell of blood on your body is also very monotonous. You also know the [blood collection bottle]. Are you a foreigner who came to Yanan for treatment? For those eyes?"
Lan En's normal appearance and speech at least prevent him from being considered a lycanthrope patient.
This made the hunter lower his guard to a certain extent and get himself a [blood collection bottle].
The [Blood Collection Bottle] from the old Yharnam era is very different from what Lan En saw in the 'future'.
The glass bottle with the needle contained a liquid that looked like turbid serum.
After the injection, the hunter clearly felt a sense of relief even though he was wearing a mask and a three-cornered hat.
He raised his neck intoxicated and inhaled unconsciously, making a hissing sound.
This expression of pleasure obtained through injection made Lan En frown unconsciously.
As for his severely injured left hand, the wrist was already bleeding and shaking in mid-air. Even the bones in the arm were dug out by a claw, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh barely connected.
But after one injection, the flesh and blood seemed to be alive, spontaneously intertwining and bridging the fracture, causing the severed hand that was shaking in the air to shake even more violently.
Finally, as the hunter sighed in relief, he tentatively clenched his fist. His hand had fully recovered.
This is the exaggerated recovery power of [Blood Therapy].
This is also the reason why Yanan can attract countless foreigners.
"Cure a disease, that's right."
Seeing that the other party had completely recovered, Lan En gave his own response.
At the same time, an interested smile appeared on his face.
"You know? I have an acquaintance here, and he asked me the same question at the beginning."
"I'm not interested in knowing other people's affairs." The Yanan hunter said coldly, which in Lan En's eyes has formed his stereotype of this profession.
"But I still appreciate your previous helping hand. Please allow me to thank you, this one?"