Demon Hunter and His Hut

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"here!"

"Come here quickly!"

A woman's voice came from a distance.

The distance is a little far, and the voice of the other party is not particularly real.

At this time, the fog has gradually thickened, and with Roger's line of sight, he looked for the voice but couldn't see anything.

"Is it a monster?"

"How did she find me?"

Startled in his heart, Roger could not help clenching the weapon in his hand.

The sudden change in the street disrupted his plan, coupled with the sudden heavy fog, after a moment of hesitation, Roger still ran in the direction of the sound.

"You can tell if it's a human or a ghost just by looking at it."

Unless it was a behemoth like the one he encountered yesterday, the ordinary monster Roger still had some confidence in his own strength.

Not long after he left the place, a bloody monster appeared where he had just left.

The monster opened its mouth and seemed to be sensing something, then flicked its body and chased in the direction Roger left.

Roger soon heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, he turned around hastily, and the steel sword in his hand swept across.

laugh!

The sharp blade cut a big hole in the monster's body. The monster looked ferocious, but it had no defense on its surface, so it was actually easy to deal with.

Roger slashed with this sword, almost slicing the opponent in two, and his internal organs fell to the ground with blood and water.

If it were yesterday, no matter how disgusting he was, he would still find a way to bring back some parts, but now with the support of the hunter's hut, he naturally despised the ground full of minced meat.

"Be careful!"

As soon as he fell to the ground, the woman's voice came again.

Roger turned around in a hurry, the steel sword guarding him, forming a steel whirlwind.

quack quack!

Strange screams in a row,

In the gradually thick fog, four or five identical monsters were thrown out!

"If the quality is insufficient, will it be made up for with quantity?"

Holding the weapon in his hand tightly, Roger did not continue to entangle with these monsters. Who knows what monsters will appear after the fog becomes thick for a while.

He exerted force on his feet and ran quickly in the direction from which the sound came from.

The visibility at this time was already very low, and Roger just rushed forward with his head buried in memory. Behind him, several monsters roared and followed.

"here!"

"come on in!"

Suddenly someone opened the door of a house next to him. Roger could only see a vague figure beckoning to him. He turned and slashed a monster that was pounced. in the room.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of the door closing and the sound of the monster crashing together.

Entering the room, it seemed that he was completely isolated from the outside world. Roger quickly got up and looked at the figure standing at the door.

"why you?!"

His face changed suddenly.

At this moment, there was a soft click behind him, the bullet was loaded, and a weak voice came.

"Throw away the weapon in your hand and turn around slowly."

Roger stared intently at the girl in front of him, then raised his hands.

"Is that Ms. Ingmar?"

"I'm Henrik's friend, Roger."

"We met your daughter, Hathaway, at the bar. Knowing the situation here, she came here in a daze."

"Henrik?"

Hearing this familiar name, the woman behind seemed relieved.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill will."

Roger controlled his tone, listening to the voice, Ingmar seemed hurt.

"I came here after waking up for some reason, but at the same time I lost contact with Henrik Hathaway and the others."

Roger turned around slowly.

A pale woman was leaning against the door frame, her upper body was wrapped in a bandage made of pieces of clothing, and the large blood stains dyed the clothes black and red.

If it weren't for the door frame, the woman could fall at any time.

Not far away, there was a bloody smell in another room, and Roger saw the body of a monster. It was obvious that they lived on these in recent days.

but……

A trace of doubt flashed in Roger's eyes, and he glanced at the woman standing at the door.

"you know me?"

The woman opened her mouth.

"Veronica?"

Roger didn't hide the surprise on his face, "Why are you here?"

"I came to this ghost place with Ingmar, who knows what's going on?!"

Veronica's eyes were slightly red, and her chest was heaving violently. Obviously, the experience of the past few days has brought her spirit to the limit.

There was no sympathy on Roger's face, and he just stood there quietly.

"If it's you here, who is the woman we saw outside before?"

"What woman?"

Veronica raised her head and looked at Roger suspiciously, but she quickly understood something.

"You mean, there is a woman just like me outside?!"

Roger took a half step back, his eyes swept over Veronica and Ingmar.

"Can anyone explain it to me?"

Ingmar sighed wearily.

"It should be that the situation here penetrated into the outside world, and some monsters left here and ran into the real world."

"real world?"

"Then what is here?"

Roger asked.

"It seems that Henrik didn't tell you, and it's not his fault. Even in the group of witchers, very few people know about the cursed land."

"Where we are now is also a reality, just not our reality."

"We call such a place the cursed place."

"How the cursed land was formed and its operating mechanism have not yet been clarified, but the formation of each cursed land, if not handled properly, will lead to large-scale infiltration incidents."

"The terrifying monsters come into reality and will bring great disaster to the local area!"

"What's more tricky, each cursed place has completely different internal rules from the outside world. I think you should have a deep understanding of this."

Roger nodded.

Sudden fog, twisted streets, and houses that seem to be near but untouchable.

Everything here is so weird.

"At first, I thought it was a dream."

"Dream?"

Ingmar smiled weakly.

"If only it was a dream."

After communicating, she initially believed Roger's words, put away the gun in her hand, and sat down slowly on the sofa.

"I have something to eat."

Roger took out some compressed biscuits and water from his backpack and handed them over. At the same time, he took out some antibiotics.

"You actually prepared so many things?"

Ingmar's eyes lit up, "Great, with these things, we can hold on for a few more days."

"Can you tell me about Hathaway and the others in detail?"

Although she was very upset, Ingmar waited until she was sure of safety before showing concern for her daughter.

This is a qualified witcher, at least he knows how to restrain his emotions.