Demon Hunter and His Hut

"This couple..."

Roger had deep doubts in his heart, but soon he thought of the sadness and panic on the faces of the men in the woods.

"Is it really like what he said?"

"Today is the child's birthday. The mother made new clothes for the child. The family is ready to celebrate."

"But now..."

There was not much furniture in the room, and it seemed that the two of them must be living very hard, and Roger walked aimlessly to the dining room.

There was a lot of food on the table, and a few white candles were lit around the corner of the table. Under the flickering of the candles, the food on the table became more delicious and rich.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and Roger's pupils shrank suddenly.

There are only two sets of cutlery on the table.

"The woman knew the child would never come back."

Roger seemed to understand something, "The hardship of life made the couple give up their child, so they chose to let the father take the child to the forest and abandon it."

"Let her fend for herself."

Roger felt a chill.

Betrayal from a loved one.

Although he saved the man's life, but thinking about it at this time, if he had known this was the result, he would rather stand by.

Roger sighed again at the thought of the man's grief in the woods.

"It's my own child after all, maybe I can't bear it."

But at this moment, the sound of the conversation between the two of them across a wooden door and a wall still clearly reached Roger's ears.

"what happened?"

"Why did you bring a man back, who is he?" The woman lowered her voice.

"Where's Jenny? Where's Jenny?"

There was panic in her voice.

John sighed. "I don't know. She might have found something and ran away in the woods."

"I met a wild beast on my way to chase her, and was almost killed by that guy. It was this man who saved me, and with his help we found the brown bear's lair together."

"Snapped."

John dropped something on the table.

"In a pile of ground meat, I found this."

"Ragdoll?"

The woman gave a strange cry, and her voice rose sharply.

"She was eaten?"

"What should we do, what can we do with this?"  "We promised that woman, we must give her the child."  "Now that the child is gone, she will definitely take revenge on us!"  Because of panic, the woman's voice has become a little deformed ,

John had to step forward and cover the woman's mouth.

"Be quiet, do you want to be heard by others?"

"But what should we do?" There was a faint cry in the woman's voice.

"There's no other way. I'll figure out a way to get this man drunk in a while, we'll tie him up, and take him to the woods early tomorrow morning to hand it over to the woman."

"Can this work?" The woman hesitated.

"What else can I do? I can only try!"

The two whispered, not knowing that their conversation had completely fallen into Roger's ears.

It's not that Roger deliberately eavesdropped, but his perception at this time was far beyond that of ordinary people. In such a soundproof house, the whispering that John and the two thought were almost no different from lying in Roger's ear.

"Sure enough, fairy tales are all lies."

Shaking his head helplessly, Roger thought about whether to do it directly.

At this moment, the woman's painful cry came from the room, and the voice was getting louder and louder. Not to mention Roger, even other people living around should be able to hear it clearly.

After a while, John came out of the room with his eyes red and swollen.

"She is so sad. Jenny usually has a better relationship with her. It's all my fault. I killed her."

In all fairness, with Roger's observation at this time, he couldn't see too many flaws in John's face.

In terms of acting alone, the man in front of him was really at the wrong time.

John sat sadly in his chair, grabbed the glass on the table and drank it.

Knowing what John was thinking at this time, Roger was naturally in no mood to act here with the man in front of him.

After the activation of the Axifa seal, which confused John's spirit, Roger pretended to be drunk and fell on the bed.

Their husband and wife are just ordinary people, but the she mentioned in the conversation just now may be the core of the story.

Roger had some doubts in his heart, and things went a little smoothly, which made him begin to doubt Shannv's speculation.

"Could it be that the monster hidden in the forest is very powerful?"

Roger lay on the bed thinking silently.

At this time, John and his wife, who were completely bewildered by his spirit, quietly hid in the room and discussed.

"We don't want to sleep tonight. In the second half of the night, we will quietly push the man to the edge of the woods and wait."

"Then take this man directly to her at dawn."

John counted.

"Will she fulfill our wishes?"

The woman whispered softly.

"Yes, it will." John didn't have a clue in his heart, but he could only comfort him in a low voice.

"Did you forget the treasure we saw there last time? If we can get one or two of them back, we'll be rich!"

Time passed little by little, and it was soon approaching midnight. John and his wife were packing their things, but when John was about to carry Roger up.

There was a knock on the door in the silent room.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The voice was a little low, and it seemed to be very forceful.

The couple looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The knock on the door came again.

"Who, who is there?"

John dared to ask.

A dull knock on the door answered him.

It sounded like someone was banging their head against the door.

And the location where the sound hits is very low.

"Who is it?!"

With a fierce look in his eyes, John took out an axe for chopping wood and asked fiercely.

"Mother……"

"I am cold."

A weak voice came from outside the door.

"This voice, this voice is... Jenny!" The woman's lips trembled, her face turned pale, and it seemed that she might faint at any time.

"Didn't you say she was eaten by the beast?"

"Why is she here?"

"how could I know?!"

John is also about to lose his mind, and the sound of banging outside the door is becoming more and more frequent. Even if someone is hitting the door with his head, the position of the sound is too low.

It's like your head fell to the ground.

Unable to hold back the fear in his heart any longer, John strode forward and slammed the door open, without looking at things in the dark, the iron axe in his hand slashed.

Woo!

John's all-out attack was in vain.

In the night wind, he felt something rubbing past his legs and rolled into the door.

As soon as his bladder loosened, John almost urinated on the spot. He turned around tremblingly. In the dimly lit room, he only saw his wife's pale face.   There is no imagined head, everything just now seems to be just an illusion.   "It's her, it must be her!"    "She's reminding us, let's go, we'll start right away!"