Demon Hunter and His Hut

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"what?"

Roger's face changed completely, and his chest was full of blood. Although the thing didn't hit him directly, it was knocked out by the strong air pressure.

Without any hesitation, Roger turned and ran in the direction he came from.

There was an unknown danger looming behind him, but even so, Roger did not let go of full speed.

He moved forward cautiously with his sword in hand, fearing that some unknown monster would rush out of the fog.

The distance of just a few dozen meters was spent in Roger's trembling.

Due to the low visibility, he even narrowly missed it in front of Veronica's villa.

Although it was not clear what would happen to dying in a dream, Roger never wanted to take it lightly.

After closing the door, he quickly checked the other rooms, closed the doors and windows, and Roger came to a room on the third floor.

He opened the curtains, leaned against the wall, and looked out carefully.

The fog rolled, and the sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer.

Bang bang bang!

The thick fog rolled like a cloud, and something seemed to stir in it.

The fog outside the window was so thick that Roger couldn't see the scenery outside even if he got so close. As the footsteps drifted away, his nervous mood gradually relaxed.

"What the hell is that?"

When he came to this world, Roger also came into contact with some extraordinary creatures, but none of them gave him such a strong sense of oppression like the one just now.

He didn't even see the other party's appearance clearly, but judging from the sound and the area of ​​the mist that the other party stirred while walking, he was definitely a big guy!

"Is it because the dream magnifies the fear in my heart?"

Roger didn't have a clue for a moment.

He had never experienced anything like it before, and after walking around the house for a while, a sudden hunger hit his stomach.

"This dream is too real, does it feel pain, hunger and fatigue?"

Turning on the faucet, not a drop of water came out, the refrigerator in the kitchen was empty, and there were many bottles in the underground wine cellar, but there was not a drop of liquid in it.

Without food and water, even a witcher can't last long.

"The first witcher to starve to death in a dream?"

Now Roger is like being trapped on an island back then, but he still had hope at that time, but now he can't find a way to leave, and there are unknown dangers hidden in the fog.

In three or two days at most, the pressure of materials can drag him down.

It can be boiled for a few more days without food, but without water...

For a time Roger was also impatient.

"call……"

He slowly relaxed his mood, sat on the floor mat in the living room, concentrated his energy and began to meditate.

After a period of time, his mood gradually stabilized, his mental power became highly concentrated, and he slowly entered the state.

After an unknown time, when Roger woke up again, the hunger in his stomach became more intense.

If there is really no other way, he can only go out and drag the monster he killed just now.

It's disgusting, but it doesn't matter so much in order to survive.

It was still a vast expanse of white outside, and it seemed that there was no change between day and night, but Roger gradually discovered a pattern.

The fog outside the window slowly receded, and without the fog covering him, he was able to leave here and explore the surroundings.

After another period of time, according to Roger's estimate, it was equivalent to about a night's time, and the fog outside completely dissipated.

He opened the door with a weapon.

But at the moment when the door was opened, Roger couldn't help staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.

The familiar garden, the asphalt road disappeared, and the street in front of him completely changed its appearance. The ground was paved with bluestone, smooth and shiny.

The rows of villas have been replaced by single-family houses, with a retro style, the sky is still gray and no sun can be seen, looking up and looking around, it is a completely unfamiliar place.

"what happened?"

Roger walked cautiously into the street.

He looked in the direction he had just moved in, and there were naturally no corpses there, some were just houses with a string of jingles hanging on the wooden doors, and there was a crisp jingling sound in the wind.

"This dream is really weird."

"Now that the fog has dissipated, we must speed up our exploration, otherwise the next time the fog comes, and after a few more days, even if there is no battle, I will starve to death!"

Looking at the unfamiliar street, his previous familiarity with the Rose Street villa area could not play any role here, but he could not sit still because of it. Roger looked up and found no obvious buildings.

After hesitating for a while, he chose to be right in front of him, but just as he turned around and planned to memorize the surrounding environment, a look of surprise appeared on his face again.

The three-storey villa behind him has become two-storey. The wooden house looks a bit shabby. Following the open door, he can see the old furnishings inside.

"When was it changed?"

"Is there something by my side?"

A trace of cold sweat crept up his back, and Roger drew out his steel sword. His memory would never go wrong. Before going out, the room here remained the same as before.

Squeak!

There was a harsh screeching sound from the wooden door, and Roger walked into the room again with the weapon in his hand.

This house is not cut off one floor, but completely transformed into another place from the inside out.

The wooden boards on the ground were a little worn out, and there was a musty smell everywhere in the room. There was a rocking chair by the window in the living room on the first floor. The outside air flowed into the house, and the rocking chair swayed gently.

Dilapidated, quiet.

Except for the simple furniture, it's like an ordinary old house.

Checking the houses one by one, Roger slowly stopped in front of a door on the second floor.

From below the crack of the door, a faint light flashed.

"Anyone in there?"

Taking a deep breath, he rushed up and kicked the door!

Bang!

The strong anti-shock force came. This seemingly thin wooden door was stronger than metal. Roger was caught off guard and made too much force, and the soles of his feet were numb, and the whole person was directly bounced out!

Bumping into the wall behind, he steadied himself.

"It's so weird."

With the kick just now, Roger felt that he didn't kick the door at all, and before he touched the wooden board, he was bounced back by a strange force.

He stood in front of the door again, and the steel sword slashed from top to bottom.

Swish!

There was a viscous resistance on the blade, and the terrifying force bounced back in the next second, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the weapon came out!

"No, there seems to be a strange energy protecting this place."

"If you can't find a way to deal with it, you can't open it with brute force."

After a long delay, Roger picked up his weapon and quickly went downstairs and walked out the door. Fortunately, the street outside did not change again.

But just when he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed something strange!