Demon Hunter and His Hut

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"There is an upward vent in the ground, and from the position where the woman is lying, you can see a little bit of the yard through a gap."

"During decades of torture, the only thing this woman could see was her husband and sister snuggling on a bench."

"Perhaps she has regarded her own sister as herself in her heart, numbing her brain with her own lies."

"This incident caused a great sensation at the time, but the woman's soul did not become an evil spirit."

"If Veronia's dream corresponds to her story, then all we need to do now is find her."

"Severing this initial connection allows us to return to the real world."

"The monster that this woman has turned into is like an umbilical cord to the world. Through this umbilical cord, it connects to the outside world and speeds up the process of assimilation."

"Killing her will not only bring us back to the real world, but also possibly end the transformation of this world."

"Because the assimilation has not taken shape, after cutting off the connection, it may be possible to seal this different space forever!"

Henrik added.

Through the glass by the window, there is a vast expanse of white outside, and the dense fog covers the whole world and everyone's heart at the same time.

"How do we find that terrifying monster?"

Veronia suddenly spoke up.

"About those dreams, do you have any other memories besides the diary?"

Roger asked.

Veronia shook her head, "I don't know either. I was so scared in the dream that I didn't notice some details at all."

Roger surmised that Veronia's family could very well be traced back to the woman and her sister.

"What you experienced at that time was not a dream at all. In fact, you were already here at that time, but because the connection was still unstable, after you woke up, you were sent back to the real world."

"Thinking about it carefully, a little detail can help us find that place."

Ingmar comforted.

She has been with Veronia for the longest time, and after hearing her soothing voice, Veronia's mood has stabilized a lot.

"Don't force it."

It takes a lot of courage for Ingmar to clearly recall a terrible nightmare.

"Wait a minute."

"I do remember something, but I'm not so sure."

Veronia hesitated.

"In the dream, every once in a while, I seem to hear a knocking sound, which sounds like a chess piece...the sound of falling on a chessboard."

Veronia recalled carefully, she herself was not very sure.

"Knocking sound?"

Henrik and Hathaway looked at each other with a hint of surprise on their faces.

"I could hear a similar sound in the area that Hathaway and I went to before, it was very clear."

"Is that woman hiding in that area?"

"Probably!"

"Most of the rooms in this place are inaccessible. Roger and I have been to three of them, including four of you. These four houses are located in different locations, corresponding to each other."

"And in the area you went to before, you can even meet monsters during the day, which is enough to show the speciality of that area."

Ingmar clenched his fists. "Anyway, we must go there and take a look."

"We're running out of time."

After making a plan, everyone went back to the room to recharge their batteries, and I am afraid there will be a fierce battle next.

This time the fog seemed to last for an extraordinarily long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Henrik knocked on Roger's door.

"Come out and have a look, some changes have taken place outside."

Roger followed Henrik out of the house. The fog that shrouded the entire area had dissipated, but what appeared in front of him was no longer what Roger had seen before.

"what happened?"

"The final assimilation has begun."

"Looking at the architecture here, it looks like the city of Bordeaux many years ago."

Henrik replied.

"Would this replicate the entire city of Bordeaux?"

"No, it should be only a part, mainly concentrated around Rose Street."

Roger closed his eyes and sensed, "The safe spot where I woke up is still there."

In his consciousness, Roger didn't notice anything unusual about the hunter's hut.

"Let's go, we have to speed up the progress, the next fog may never dissipate."

"Maybe after it dissipates, we become part of this world."

Ingmar added from behind.

Except for Veronia, the other four have a certain fighting strength. Seeing everyone planning to leave, Veronia's eyes are red with anxiety.

"It's too dangerous ahead. With us, you have no chance of life at all. Wait here with peace of mind. If we succeed, you will naturally leave here."

Roger reassured.

He didn't say the second half, if the four of them failed, everyone would die here.

"Stay here."

Ingmar patted Veronia on the shoulder.

"See you in real life!"

After speaking, he followed the pace of the three and left.

Veronia pursed her lips and clenched the dagger in her hand.

Hopefully not when it's used.

The streets here have changed a lot, but fortunately they no longer move back and forth as before, so even if he is not very familiar with the route, Roger can basically infer an approximate direction.

Then keep moving towards the goal.

During their journey, changes here continue.

Crossing one of the streets, Roger slowed his steps and looked to the other side.

"What's wrong?"

Henryk asked cautiously.

He followed Roger's line of sight. On the edge of the street at the end of his line of sight, there was an iron street sign with a line of words clearly printed on it.

"Daffodil Street."

Roger's eyes narrowed slightly. Could this Narcissus Street be the Narcissus Street that Anna mentioned?

Will there be a number 48 here?

"nothing."

Roger looked back. Although he really wanted to go there and check it out, he had more important things to do now.

"This place was not called Rose Street a long time ago. Don't take things here too seriously. Different spaces assimilate reality, but it will also distort reality."

"Everything you see before your eyes is not true."

Henryk said something casually.

Roger nodded, but he always felt that this was not a mere coincidence. Maybe at a certain period, there was a place called Narcissus Street at the current site of Rose Villa.

He has at least a little insight about No. 48 Narcissus Street, and he can start investigating from this aspect after returning.

After walking for a while, a large area with a completely different style from the surrounding buildings appeared in front of everyone.

Pointed towers, round domes.

Thick and flat stones.

Immediately afterwards, a demon spirit glowing with green light, holding a lantern in his left hand and a thin sword in his right hand, appeared in front of everyone.

It was wearing a linen gray robe, with a hood covering half of its head, revealing a skeleton-like face.

In the center of its forehead, a silver hole loomed.

"Damn, that shot just now only caused so little damage to it!"

Henrik's face became very ugly.