Demon Hunter and His Hut

Closing the door, a thin, bespectacled white youth stepped forward.

Everyone noticed a black box he was holding in his hand.

"Since everyone is here, they should agree with what I said."

The young man with glasses is named Jensen, and his family is in the ocean shipping industry. "I think everyone should have encountered some strange things in life, some things that cannot be explained by common sense."

The low voice suddenly rose.

"The world still hides unknown sides that we don't know."

His eyes swept across the faces of everyone, especially Famik, who had seen mermaids on the island before, and naturally agreed with it.

Jensen's eyes stayed on a black-haired woman sitting in the back row of the conference room. She was a tall, fair-skinned beauty with black hair that was loosely scattered, but not messy.

The eyes are pale green, like two dazzling gems.

He put the black box in his hand on the table.

The material of the box is very special, neither stone nor wood, as if it has been immersed in sea water for a long time, and the bumps on the surface are reminiscent of animals with smooth bodies.

Jensen opened the box and took out a tattered piece of parchment.

"what is this?"

Everyone's breathing became a little short.

"Magic, spell?"

said a woman sitting beside Famick.

If Roger were standing here, he would surely recognize the identity of this woman, the one who was wearing the bikini when he had rescued him.

Jason shook his head and opened the parchment in his hand.

"This is a treasure map, a treasure map of the location of the shipwreck of the Mary Hillers."

"Treasure Map?"

After hearing his words, everyone present couldn't hide the disappointment on their faces.

"Hey man, you're going to show us this after all this preparation?"

"You're not being deceived by an antique dealer, are you, there are still people who believe in the trick of treasure maps in this era?"

"Ha ha!"

"Among all the people present, who is really short of money?"

Famke spoke up.

His words aroused laughter from the crowd.

Jensen's face turned straight, "The family's assets belong to the family, but how much does it really belong to us?"

Then he pushed the box in front of him forward, "The more important thing is this box."

Inside the box, there is an oval bronze mirror inlaid in the upper half of the box, and the human face is slightly deformed when reflected on it, which looks a bit weird.

The lower part is flat, with a papyrus in the middle and a quill next to it.

The nib is sharp, as hard as metal, and the feathers are brightly colored, with a blood-like red near the center.

Jensen pushed the box to Famik, who was closest to him.

"Prick your finger with the tip of a pen and write on paper a question that only you know the answer to."

Jason's expression was solemn.

"Prick your finger?"

Famke hesitated.

"Just a little blood."

The man sitting beside him pulled the box carelessly, grabbed the quill as he spoke, and pierced his fingertips.

laugh!

There was a strange suction and pulling force from the hollow quill pen, the man's face changed slightly, and the tip of the pen was soaked with blood in an instant.

His expression also became solemn at this time.

"Write it on it?"

The man looked up and asked.

Jensen nodded. "Remember, you must write down questions that only you know the answer to."

The man looked left and right, and Famick stepped back wisely, leaving enough space for him.

Picking up the pen, with a quill smeared with blood, he wrote a line on the sedge.

"Who was the first woman I slept with?"

After doing all this, the man raised his head and looked at Jensen not far away.

"and then?"

As soon as the words fell, the man stood up in panic.

"WTF!"

On the box in front of him, the red writing on the papyrus swam as if it had life, followed by a rearrangement of the letters on it.

Hearing his words, the people next to him couldn't help but come over, and when they saw the writing on it, everyone's expressions changed greatly.

"Emily Wilder."

Someone read the letters on the papyrus.

"Your sister's name."

Famke glanced at the man beside him, "What question did you write?"

The man didn't answer, but looked at Jensen in the distance with a look of horror, and the next second he rushed up like a furious brown bear.

"Damn, what did you do to me?!"

He raised his fist and smashed it.

"Calm down."

Jensen dodged the man's fist.

"I did nothing."

He raised the parchment in his hand, "Do you still doubt the authenticity of this thing?"

The man gasped heavily, clenched his fists and walked towards the door.

"What the hell, it's too evil, I want to quit!"

Jensen held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you sure you want to quit this game?"

No one noticed that Jensen's eyes flashed a bit of weirdness when he mentioned the game.

"Fuck your fucking game!"

"FU!"

The man stretched out his middle finger and walked away.

The atmosphere in the field became a little cold for a while.

"Anyone going to quit?"

Jason said leisurely.

"I'm going to try it!"

Famke stood up on his own initiative, and what happened to his companion made him realize that it was unusual.

For people like them, ordinary beauty and enjoyment are no longer able to arouse any interest.

Pick up the quill in the box.

At this time, there was not a drop of blood in the pen tube.

It's as if the pen has the magic power to sense in advance what the writer wants to ask.

Suck enough blood to write a complete question beforehand.

Famke took a deep breath and pricked his finger with the tip of the pen.

A second later, he took a pen and wrote his question on a piece of paper.

This time he was careful, took a few steps back with the box in his hand, and saw the magical scene again.

The letters swam, and the answers to the questions appeared on the paper.

Famke's face changed wildly.

"Snapped!"

He closed the box without hesitation and looked at Jensen in horror, at this time he even had the urge to draw a gun.

"This……"

Famke opened his mouth but said nothing.

After a while, when he opened the box in his hand again, the writing on the paper had disappeared.

He let out a long breath.

"Are you leaving too?"

Jason asked.

Famke shook his head and sat on the chair beside him.

The performance of the two consecutive people has made everyone's curiosity reach a critical point.

Next, the boxes were passed down one by one, and everyone who tried it couldn't hide their surprise.

In the process, some people stay and some people leave.

Soon there was only one person left in the field who didn't try, the black-haired woman sitting in the back row of the conference room.

"Ge Wei, it's your turn."

Jensen's voice slowed, his attitude towards this woman was markedly different from the others.

The eyes of the people looked up.

The woman named Ge Wei shook her head, and there was no hesitation in her green pupils.

"No, I already know."

Her voice was soft, reminiscent of the wind in a valley.

After speaking, he stood up and pushed the door to leave.

see this scene. Jason's face sank slightly.

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