Experience proved that humans were not very skilled at tracking things. Especially since they had not chased very far before the bloodstains left at the scene quickly cut off; it was clear that the healing abilities of these Blood Hounds were indeed unexpectedly strong.
They still did not give up.
He Qiu and the other two continued to patrol around in the general corresponding direction, but in the end, they only stopped at a patch of wild land on the edge of the town—or rather, a crude public cemetery.
Although they did not find any more useful clues, unless that man-faced bizarre entity was deliberately going in circles to mislead others, its final escape route was probably right here.
Suppressing their nausea, the three users carefully searched back and forth for quite a while within this cemetery, which obviously belonged to the town.
Aside from barely being able to tell that there were indeed quite a few canine claw marks remaining in these places, there were probably only some freshly dug, shallower graves that showed suspected signs of having been previously vandalized and opened.
Something had messed with the cemetery—this was undoubtedly an abnormal little signal.
In a small place like Grayrock Town, the public burial grounds in the town were often simply the choice of ordinary commoners.
In other words, the corresponding burial goods could never be called rich; even a greenhorn thief or grave robber shouldn't be foolish enough to choose such an ungrateful and unrewarding target.
Exchanging a glance, the three of them unsurprisingly discovered a hint of uncertainty and suspicion in each other's eyes.
They had to admit that in this almost medieval-style town, graves didn't seem like something worth paying much attention to for the living. Even such incidents of suspected humans or wild dogs