Chapter 558: Chapter 297: Abnormal Blood Werewolf Family, The Plank is Gone! (6300, Two in One)_3
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The sequence of events was quite straightforward.
Kokuvi, who was seventeen and a half years old, was about to co of age.
As the third-generation bloodline of his family, he was not very lucky. His potential assessnt was at the First Rank Critical Point. To break through to a First Rank life, he would need to rely on official resources in Canada, and he would likely have to find a spouse through the official Beastification People combat group, so his parents were preparing to arrange military service for him.
Kokuvi had a wild nature and didn’t like to be restrained, so he ran away.
When he arrived here, his wolfish nose picked up a very peculiar scent.
It was his first ti leaving ho.
Kokuvi, unafraid of danger, foolishly followed the scent and eventually encountered a atball monster that almost devoured and killed him.
Ultimately, he went berserk and killed the atball monster with his powerful instincts, and couldn’t help but howl at the sky.
What followed was his encounter with Brian.
After a chat, Kokuvi, having healed from his wounds, forgot about the pain.
Seeing that Brian did not speak, Kokuvi couldn’t resist asking curiously, “Are you also a fantasy type Mutant?”
There was even a hint of envy in Kokuvi’s tone.
It was no wonder, given Brian’s incredibly handso appearance at that mont.
If you added a pair of ram horns to his head, he’d perfectly match the image of a Demon Lord from mythical legends.
Brian: ..
When he was flying, the speed was too fast and without an internal life magnetism like Dean’s, ordinary clothes couldn’t protect him. He would end up naked, and to hide his identity, he controlled his body to produce a layer of keratin.
With a pair of three to four-ter-long bat wings, he certainly looked inhuman.
Annoyed, Brian pointed at the aty monster in front of them, “Have you seen this thing before?”
Kokuvi honestly shook his head, “Our family worries we might be taken by other countries for experints, so before we co of age, they generally don’t allow us to leave the family’s activity range. Once we beco adults, we are sent into official organizations for service, and at that ti a full dical examination is conducted. Those organizations can easily obtain tissue samples from us, so we don’t have to worry about any malice from Canadian official organizations. Therefore, before we reach adulthood, our only combat opponents are family mbers and so captured Mutants. Our exposure is not broad.”
You know, this laid-back attitude is quite suitable for the predicant of the Abnormal Bloodline Family.
No wonder Brian hadn’t heard of this kind of family before.
He nodded his head, “Take to the place where you first found this aty creature.”
He could actually track it on his own by following the scent.
But there was no need to reveal that.
The aty monster killed by Kokuvi had no scent on its body, but its form was very strange, seemingly having no skeleton, just abnormally proliferating at lumps, and its cells remained active even after death, indicating strong vitality. It was unclear how Kokuvi managed to kill it.
Kokuvi actually didn’t know himself.
He was fighting it, and suddenly it was dead.
Hearing Brian’s words, Kokuvi nodded and a bit sheepishly placed his hands over his Wolong Valley, “Yeah, I need to change clothes.”
Unbreakable underwear only exists under the harmonizing Rule Power of movies.
In reality, every battle, especially physical confrontations, commonly results in damaged clothes. Even under First Rank life, it’s common to end up with all clothes tattered.
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The place where Kokuvi found the aty monster was a bit far from their initial location.
The two walked about ten kiloters, passing through a border checkpoint and deep into the Canadian border before reaching the target location.
This area had sparse trees.
A backpack hung from one tree, while underneath it, there were pools of dirty blood and torn fabric scraps.
Brian also spotted a large striped camping backpack on the ground among the leaves. Under the backpack was a gun bag long enough for a rifle, but it was empty.
This was typical camping gear.
After all, there were many wild animals in this area.
Kokuvi climbed the tree, grabbed the backpack, and hid to change his clothes.
Though his strength seed negligible in Brian’s eyes, for an ordinary person, he was already a monster, with a strong recovery ability. Just now, a kick from Brian caused him to expel fragnts of his internal organs, a normally fatal injury, which now seed to have no significant effect.
Brian didn’t pay attention to him.
He followed the blood traces on the ground, sniffed lightly, folded his wings, and walked deeper into the forest.
The blood was very fresh, no more than twelve hours old.
From it, Brian detected the residual pheromones of a middle-aged man and the blood of a canine creature.
The canine was not Kokuvi but a real dog.
Actually, while tracking, Brian also saw so black dog hairs, although he couldn’t recognize the breed.
He followed the trail.
About a kiloter away, Brian started seeing pieces of torn fabric, bloody flesh with fur, and so fresh bone fragnts on the ground.
There were also clear indications of sothing crawling by.
Another ten ters or so ahead,
inside a slightly concave terrain, a bloody ss of dog skin was carelessly thrown.
More broken pieces of clothing surrounded it.
Among them were remnants of underwear and a belt, as if soone had Transford here.
There was also a dug-up hole nearby, and at the edge of the hole lay a strangely shaped, opened box with extensive scratch marks around it. A bloodstained rifle lay beside the box, with no signs of gunfire around..
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