Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The medicine was absorbed, and then flowed throughout the body through the blood vessels, followed by a strange rise from the body.

That feeling is somewhat indescribable, it seems to be painful but not painful. If there is that special substance in the body, the medicine will pour into it after it takes effect, and then it will bring severe pain.

But now, there is a dull pain in the body, but if you feel it carefully, you can't find it, and the medicine scattered in the body seems to be looking for something.

In this way, Roger waited quietly, until the feeling disappeared, and the pain that Ingmar mentioned did not appear.

"I'm not a saint?"

Roger stood up and breathed a sigh of relief quietly. After thinking about it, he was still a little uneasy. The feeling just now was too special, and it was not in any of the situations described by Ingmar.

After reconfiguring a potion, after resting for a while, he drank it again.

It didn't take long for the familiar feeling to reappear, but it was only a little strange, and Roger was completely relieved at this point.

"Maybe it's because of my special constitution."

Compared with other demon hunters, Roger has taken too many potions, and after three times of tempering, his internal organs have been remodeled, and it is understandable that there are some errors.

Since the last time he killed three people in front of the hut, Roger has been a little worried, and no one wants a force to find him in the dark.

"Now I can finally rest assured."

"When you find all the materials, complete the green grass trial, and become a real demon hunter, you can truly enjoy life."

A big stone in his heart finally fell, and Roger also relaxed. It was noon, he ate a little something, rested for a while, and then he came to the misty cabin again.

In the foggy world, there is no day and night. During the day there, the sky is also gray. When the fog covers the entire space, it is equivalent to the arrival of night.

After entering, Roger went directly through the iron gate on the second floor and came to another safe point. Without practicing in the training room downstairs, Roger pushed open the door and walked outside.

There is no fog and the time is daytime here.

the corpse of the monster he killed before,

All disappeared, not even a trace of blood was left on the ground.

After the previous events, Roger knew that in this strange world, whenever the fog subsided, the remaining corpses, bloodstains and even destroyed houses would return to their original appearance.

He has a limited range of activities now, but Roger still intends to walk around and get to know the environment.

The assimilation process was terminated, but many of the rules here were changed, and Roger climbed up the walls and onto the roof, looking up.

A large compact house overlooked, and in the distance was the core area where they had been.

Roger didn't know much about architecture, but the style was at least nearly a hundred years old, and there were no obvious modern facilities.

The houses are all wooden structures, and although the pavement is paved with bluestone, it is obviously an unfinished assimilation of its own characteristics.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, a familiar street appeared in front of him.

"Daffodil Street?"

Roger was stunned for a moment and jumped off the roof. From his angle, he could just see the street he had seen when he entered the core area.

It's just that what he saw at the time was the street, and now the location is the end of the street.

Roger walked forward. Due to the restricted movement, he could only enter a distance of more than 10 meters at the end of Narcissus Street.

Access is limited to at most one house next to the street.

"Is this place really a certain stage in the history of Rose Street?"

In the process of assimilation, the different space will extract reality, but it is not limited to reality. Everything in front of me is almost a replica of a certain period of Rose Street.

However, how much of the content has been changed because of the rules is unknown.

With curiosity, Roger walked into a house on the left hand side of the street.

There is an iron plate hanging on the door of the house. The left half of the iron row is printed with an angular daffodil flower, and the right half is written in Menian as No. 42 Narcissus Street.

"Number 42?"

"How on earth are the whole streets numbered?"

Roger immediately ran to the opposite side of the street, and on the opposite house number, 43 Narcissus Street was engraved.

He continued to walk forward until his body was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Although his movements were restricted, his gaze could not be restricted.

Roger swept to both sides of the street, limited by the angle, he could only see the numbers on the house numbers of a few nearby houses.

"It's in order."

Looking back at the end of the street.

"Where's 48 Narcissus Street?"

"Is it not assimilated because of a process issue?"

Roger didn't know what kind of situation it was. He didn't think about it any more, but walked directly into No. 42 Narcissus Street.

This is an ordinary dwelling with a narrow space and a low height on each floor, which makes people feel very depressed.

The furnishings in the room are outdated, without any dust, as if it has always been inhabited.

Follow the stairs to the second floor. There are separate rooms on both sides of the stairs. There is no abnormality on the surface, but for some reason, Roger always feels that something is not right when he is in it.

Without finding any information, he left from No. 42 and walked into No. 43 opposite.

Room 43 is similar in structure to room 42, and after a few laps around the room, Roger finally found the problem.

These two houses have no windows on the side facing the street!

This is extremely anomalous and seems to be deliberately kept from people walking down the street from noticing what is going on in the room.

Although several windows were opened in the other direction, the apertures of the windows were so small that even ordinary adults could not enter.

These tiny windows are distributed along the walls and seem not to provide light at all, but rather to form a pattern.

"At least it has been proved that this street really exists, and the rest needs to find the specific period, and then find out something."

Roger suddenly thought of something, and quickly walked downstairs. He took off the iron plate on the door and looked closely. There were a series of letters engraved on the stem of the daffodils.

"Stuart."

"Is it the surname of the owner of this street?"

What a surprise, Roger ran across the street again and found the same letters on the house number.

The Stuart family, knowing the name of this family, will be much easier to find next, at least with a general direction.

When Roger was happy, he suddenly heard a heavy gasp from behind him.

With the sound of gasping, a strong sense of oppression came from behind.

The hairs on the back of his neck counted down, and Roger turned his head slowly.

More than 30 meters behind him, a huge black figure was slowly approaching.

"That guy is still there?!"

What appeared in front of Roger's eyes was nothing but the Demon Cow they followed as they escaped from the core area.

One of its eyes had rotted out, and it was clear that Henrique's shot at the time caused considerable damage.

In addition, it was covered with large and small wounds.

At this time, Roger is farther from the hut than the monster. If he rushes up, he will definitely face the head-on blow of the devil!

At the same time, a faint mist rose from the side.

Dense fog descends.