Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Prophet did not lift his head.

"You can handle this kind of trivial matter yourself, you don't need to notify me."

"I know the guy who drove the car."

"He is from the Hunter Guild."

The one-armed woman replied.

The Prophet stopped praying, "Hunters Guild"

"What are their people doing here?"

She stood up.

"Take me to see!"

At the same time, Henrik was slowly parked in the open space near the gathering place.

"They already knew we were coming."

"It's an ancient gathering place where people live from a tribe in Africa who have worshipped voodoo statues for generations."

Roger was taken aback for a moment, it was obvious that the Hunters Guild had always known about this place.

"This period is very sensitive, and being upright will save you some trouble, because nominally, the guild cannot supervise here."

He glanced at Roger.

"You stay in the car first. You ruined their ceremony that night. If you get together at this time, I'm afraid it will intensify the conflict."

"Besides, you're here to take care of you."

Roger thought for a while, and felt that what Henrik had said made sense. That night, he not only killed the swamp monster, but also stole the monster's core components.

Looking at the woman's reaction at that time, I am afraid that the chance of direct action will be very high when I see myself again.

"That's fine. If there's a conflict, and I hear your gunshots, I'll drive in as soon as possible."

Roger nodded.

Henrik and Peter got out of the car.

Roger noticed that at the same time they took out a badge and put it on his chest, the very same badge that Henrique had shown him when he and Henrique first met.

If you show your identity and then do it again, it will be the entire Hunter Guild who will be provocative.

Some details reveal a lot of problems.

The Hunter Guild may not be as strong as it seems, and even in some places, it is somewhat powerless.

Roger couldn't help thinking of some information that Henrique had inadvertently revealed.

It seems that some information has been obtained, and the houses facing the street have closed their doors and pulled down the curtains. The street, which was still lively just now, soon became quiet.

Henrik walked in front, looking casual, but his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding streets and houses.

"Don't be nervous, we can't fight."

But Peter behind him frowned.

"Mr. Henrik, I have to remind you that I feel a lot of resentment here."

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} "Amazing amount!"

"Things may not be so rosy."

"We must have the consciousness to fight at any time."

Henrik looked back at Peter, surprised by the calmness on the young man's face, "No wonder everyone is full of praise for you, saying that you are the most potential exorcist in Bordeaux."

"If there is a fight in a while, try to hide as much as possible, and leave the rest to me."

Peter raised his head, with a rare pride on his face, "Mr. Henrik, I'm not as weak as you think."

"The fighting power of the exorcist should not be underestimated!"

The black stone door opened, and the prophet's stone-like pupils stared at Henrik and the two who were walking slowly.

"This is the territory of our Nizama tribe, and people from the Hunter Guild are not welcome!"

"What are you doing here?"

The attitude of the prophet is indifferent.

Henrik looked around, he looked carefully, his eyes swept over everyone in the field, "Tsk tsk, the quality is worrying, the voodoo queen in Bordeaux is a famous beauty, why are you here..."

His eyes seemed scornful, but the layout of the entire house and the number of people occupying it were already clear to him.

"Are you looking for death?"

The one-armed woman standing beside the Prophet suddenly took a step forward, and when she took this step, the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly became tense.

"Don't be nervous...I'm just joking."

Henrik put on a hippie smile, and his body swayed to block Peter beside him halfway.

"Say your purpose and get out!"

The prophet's voice was indifferent.

The smile on Henrik's face faded.

"The tree spirit reincarnation technique!"

The Prophet's face changed suddenly, and she couldn't help heartache when she thought of the core of the puppet that was taken away that night.

They spent countless people's efforts, and after more than ten years of cultivation, they cultivated a swamp magic vine to the extent that it can be used.

Can……

Trying to hold back the anger surging in his heart, the prophet squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "I don't know what you're talking about"

"But I know what you're doing."

Henrik's expression turned serious.

"Tree Spirit Reincarnation, this voodoo requires special trees and spirits."

"Swamp vines, killing plants or thorn trees... These things can't grow in ordinary environments. Even if you can create an environment suitable for them to grow, you still need to water them regularly with blood!"

Henrik stared at the prophet.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} "I'm right"

The prophet did not answer, but the expression on his face was not as strong as before.

"And the so-called spirit needs to be cultivated from an early age except in extremely special circumstances. The only value of this person's life is to be slaughtered by you when he matures to a certain level."

"Travis!"

Henrik uttered the name.

This time the prophet could no longer control the emotion on his face, "It's you!"

"It was you in the woods that night!"

"No, no."

"Your breath is different."

"Who is it?!"

"Who stole it..."

"Any quibble?" Henrik interrupted her.

"If I guessed correctly, tree spirit reincarnation, this is only the first stage of the ceremony, and you have two choices for the next step."

"The first allows the born dryad to continue to be powerful, and becomes a terrible puppet monster by killing and absorbing souls."

"And the second is to remove the Dryad's core when the time is right, and then implant it in..."

"do not talk!"

The Prophet interrupted Henrik suddenly.

She gritted her teeth.

"You won, tell me, what do you want?"

She seemed to be afraid of what Henrik was going to say next.

"Destroy the dryad's puppet core, destroy the magic circle, and terminate your ritual. This is the end of this matter."

Hearing his words, the Prophet was furious!

"Shameless!"

"You hunter's guild, this is the same act as a robber!"

Her pale face was flushed with anger, her fingers were clenched like dead branches, and the veins on the back of her hands burst out.

Seeing her expression, she could not wait to jump on Henrik immediately and bite him to death.

Henrik was stunned for a moment, his request was not excessive, it was a routine operation for dealing with similar incidents, but the woman in front of him...

Her reaction was a bit over the top

"what do you mean"

"Let me hand over what I took away"

"I think your Hunter Guild has no sincerity at all."

The breath of the prophet became dangerous.

"Are you trying to kill us?"

Henryk was stunned.

Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?