Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 253 Vampire Demon

It may be because of concern that he is confused. Henrik, who has been talking constantly, has become a little silent after coming to Crescent City.

He sat in the carriage without uttering a word, wondering what he was thinking.

"If we find clues about that thing later..."

"Bang!"

The carriage jolted, and Roger looked outside. The city wall behind him was gradually receding. He glanced at Henrik and understood the meaning of the latter's words.

Henrik wanted to deal with the female Night Demon alone.

"I can only send you here."

The speed gradually decreased, and the carriage stopped.

The two of Roger got out of the car. The Crescent City in the distance was almost invisible. There was a wilderness around, and a black crow fell from a dead tree, screaming harshly.

"Please be sure to follow the path marked on the map. The wilderness in the outskirts of Crescent City is very dangerous."

The driver sighed.

"It's a really weird place because you don't know where the monsters will come from."

Roger nodded and watched the carriage drive in the direction it had come from. Compared to the cursed land he had been to before, Crescent City and the surrounding area were too large.

He hadn't figured out many of the rules here, and what he had seen in the fishing village before also let Roger know that the wilderness outside Crescent City was very dangerous.

He opened the map and walked forward for about an hour before arriving at the village marked by the mission.

There is a very peculiar phenomenon here. The more people living there, the lower the chance of monsters appearing, and the safer it is.

When they came to the small village, it was noon, but the village was as silent as a grave, and there was not a single moving figure on the road.

From a distance, only a few households have smoke from cooking.

Henrik originally planned to step forward to ask, but he didn't wait for him to get close, but the pair of eyes near the window quickly moved away, and then there was the sound of the door bolt being pulled.

"What's wrong with the people here?"

"I'll still come."

Roger took the initiative to stand up. He followed the instructions on the mission information and came to a wooden door in the village.

"We came from New Moon City to investigate the mummified corpses that died before."

A cloudy eye flashed through the crack of the door, his gaze stayed on Roger for a moment, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

creak.

The wooden door was opened, revealing a face full of ravines.

"You are……"

He looked at Roger in amazement.

"I'm here to investigate the incident of being attacked by monsters in the village. Is it convenient for us to take a look at the corpses?"

"Ah……"

The old man's throat seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then nodded, "Come with me."

Roger gave Henrik a wink, who nodded and walked to the rest of the village.

"When did the monster attack start?"

"About five days ago.

The old man frowned and thought for a moment.

"The first to die was Pete, an old bachelor, but on the night before his death, it seemed that some people around him heard faint laughter coming from his room."

"Life is already very difficult, in such a world, who can laugh out loud?"

The two walked away from the village.

A grass hut was erected on the hillside, and in the hut were several corpses lying side by side.

"One every night, if this goes on like this, all the people in the village will die!"

The old man sighed, confusion in his cloudy eyes.

Roger stepped forward to examine each corpse carefully.

"It is indeed the blood that has been sucked from the body!"

There was a slightly surprised voice behind him. Henrique followed at some point. Roger gave him a questioning look, but Henrique shook his head.

It was clear that the people in the village were very resistant to Henrik, and the things he had done so well in the Bordeaux region simply did not work here.

There were five corpses lying side by side under the shed. The corpses were all male. Because the blood was drained from their bodies, each corpse looked very short.

As mentioned in the mission introduction, even if it becomes a mummified corpse, you can easily distinguish the smile on the face of the corpse.

Seeing this smile, Henrik couldn't help shivering.

"For five days in a row, only one person was killed each day."

Roger glanced at Henrik with a little doubt on his face, "Does she have ulterior motives, or is she limited in strength and can only kill one?"

"This is a trick used by that woman. She likes to play with other people's emotions. According to her habits, she should come again tonight. We just need to stay in this village..."

An impatient gleam flashed in Henrik's eyes.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Roger suddenly noticed a special red spot on the neck of the corpse. The dull color of the corpse merged with the red spots on the skin, making it difficult to distinguish for a while.

"This wound..."

Roger glanced at Henrik.

Henrik's eyes narrowed slightly. He bent down and quickly checked the remaining five corpses. When he stood up, the expression on his face had changed.

"This kind of wound was not made by the female Night Demon." A strange expression appeared on his face.

"That thing prefers to use the tongue. Their tongues are thin and long, and they slide directly into the body along the victim's mouth..."

Hearing Henrik's description, Roger couldn't help shivering. That feeling was very bad just thinking about it.

What the hell has this guy been through?

"Is it not her?"

Roger was a little puzzled.

There was also a hint of hesitation on Henrik's face.

"I can't be sure now, I can only wait until tonight."

The two discussed it, then walked around the village and found a high point, and the only thing left was to wait patiently.

After eating a little and resting for a while, the time flies by, the sun goes down and night falls.

Without modern facilities, at night the whole village is as dark as a quagmire, and as the last few lights disappear, the surroundings are plunged into complete darkness.

Time passed little by little, and as it approached midnight, there was a faint sound of breaking wind, and a faint shadow passed by from a distance, and then landed on a branch at the head of the village.

There is no moonlight this night, and there are no fingers around, but even in such a situation, Roger, who has activated his Hunter Vision, can still see the dark shadows on the branches in the distance.

It was an upright humanoid creature with a furry head and a pair of broad fleshy wings on its back. The edges of the wings were as sharp as bone knives.

The creature's eyes were long and thin, and its mouth protruded outwards, with mouthparts like straws visible between its openings and closings.

"It's a vampire."

Henrik whispered, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Apparently they had the wrong target.

This thing injects a special toxin into the other person's body before killing a human. The toxin can paralyze the nerves and cause hallucinations.

And they can take this opportunity to enjoy every drop of blood of their prey.

"Fix it first."

Roger replied in a low voice.

This thing has the ability to fly, preferably one-shot kill.

Henrik clenched the gun in his hand, "You can shoot, if it jumps in the air..."

"Crack!"

"I'll shoot it in the mouth!"