At this moment, William Clark finally felt his heart pounding violently, and in his line of sight, the monster’s corpse was still emitting a large number of white light particles. Still, only about one-tenth of them drifted toward him and merged into his body, while the rest of the white light particles dissipated and disappeared.

(It seems it has nothing to do with distance. If I get the chance in the future, I should try to catch these white light particles by hand... But I really need to toughen up. If possible, I should also train with firearms. Just now, I could have killed the monster with a single bullet, but I ended up using three...)

There was only one bullet left in William Clark’s pistol, made with a colorless light particle, and there was still one monster left, right outside the building. He had to kill the monster with this last bullet, or else he would be the one to die.

During this time, the tall, skinny guy had already run down the stairs. He shouted in surprise, “Oh my god, oh my god, man, are you a secret government agent? Or from Area 51? Or maybe the Freemasons? Is that an energy weapon?”

William Clark didn’t say anything. The tall, skinny guy kept rambling, while the fat man was comforting the two crying children. At that moment, everyone suddenly heard a shrill howl from the monster outside the building. The sound was different from the previous hunting cries of the monsters. A bad feeling flashed through William Clark’s mind, and he immediately ran toward the first-floor entrance. But when he got there, he didn’t see the monster—only a pile of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

The tall, skinny guy followed behind William Clark. He looked outside the door and exclaimed with delight, “The monster ran away! That’s great, the monster ran away!”

“No...”

William Clark’s expression turned grim. He thought of a possibility. At this moment, the fat man jogged over and said, “That’s not it. The monster went to call its companions. I’ve hunted with my father before. When we encountered wolves, they would do the same. If there’s a wolf pack, these scout wolves will go and call the pack!!”

William Clark was thinking the same thing. He remembered that the last time he encountered those human-faced dogs, there were more than ten of them, but here, only three had appeared. The human-faced dog monster that just howled and ran away was very likely going to call the main group!!

“Go, let’s go now! Do you have any place to recommend? Somewhere easy to defend and hard to attack, or somewhere hidden, or with iron doors or sturdy facilities!!” William Clark shouted urgently at the tall, skinny guy and the fat man.

The two looked at each other. The tall, skinny guy immediately said, “Subway station!”

The fat man said, “Bank!”

They looked at each other again and fell silent. William Clark picked up the little boy and said to the fat man, “You carry one. Hey, skinny, you lead the way. Whether it’s the subway station or the bank, run to whichever is closest to us. Go, go, go!!”

The two didn’t dare hesitate. Although William Clark was giving orders, he had just killed two monsters and was holding that kind of unimaginable high-tech weapon, so both of them instinctively obeyed William Clark. The fat man picked up the little girl, and the tall, skinny guy ran ahead to lead the way.

William Clark followed the two of them out of the building.

As soon as the five of them—three adults and two children—rushed out of the building, they heard more than ten howls echoing from far away, all the roars of those human-faced dog monsters. The three adults’ faces turned pale, and the two children started crying at the same time.

A pack of monsters...

Was closing in on them!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 9: Food

William Clark carried the little boy, running between the two adults. As he ran, he carefully examined the pistol in his hand.

He had fired four light bullets in total, and the muzzle of the pistol was already showing signs of melting.

But that made sense—the pistol was designed to fire bullets, not to shoot energy or light spheres.

The power of those light spheres was enormous, and they generated intense heat in an instant, which was far beyond what a pistol could withstand. The only reason it was just showing signs of melting now was probably because the light spheres fired fast enough; otherwise, it might have exploded after just one shot.

William Clark calculated the melting marks and roughly estimated that the pistol could fire at most three or four more light bullets.

(But each light bullet requires a colorless light particle. There’s still one bullet left in the magazine, and I have four colorless light particles. That means I can fire at most five more light bullets. Even if every shot is a headshot and a critical hit, I can only kill five human-faced dogs at most...)

William Clark felt a heavy weight in his heart at this thought.

He also discovered something else: after absorbing the white light particles from the two dead monsters, he didn’t feel his soul getting any stronger.

(Could it be that I need to return to my body to get stronger?)

Still, there were too many unanswered questions, and William Clark was at a loss for now.

As the three of them ran, the two children were wailing loudly, their cries piercing. The tall, skinny guy turned his head and shouted as he ran, “Shut up, FXXX, if you keep crying, we’ll leave you here!”