Demon Hunter and His Hut

Stephen's breathing stagnated slightly.

If Edward had died more than a month ago, who took them to the castle half a month ago?

Everyone obviously heard the voice on the phone, and before Stephen could ask again, the other side hung up.

"What's the matter? How could he be dead? I clearly saw him with us..."

"Did I remember the time wrong?"

Stephen shook his head, "No way..."

At this moment, he was completely confused, and even began to doubt his own memory and mental state.

"them?"

"Who was there other than Edward who went to that castle with you last time?" Henrik asked.

"Call them."

Stephen seemed to have caught the last straw.

After 10 minutes, the room fell silent.

"Impossible. I clearly remember that everyone set off together. How could they say that they have never been to that place?"

In the 10 minutes just now, Stephen broadcasted a total of six or seven calls, but without exception, everyone said that they had never seen Edward, and had never been to the so-called ancient castle.

When everyone put forward denial, Stephen also began to examine his own mental state.

"Where does that Edward live?"

Roger asked suddenly.

"We should go there and see."

A person who has been dead for half a month will take a living person to an ancient castle hidden in a remote mountain village after half a month.

Henrik glanced at Roger, "Although the demon can disguise as a living person, it can move freely when exposed to sunlight for a long time."

Henrik shook his head, "It's too difficult."

"What if it's a spirit body above a demon spirit?"

"A ghost?"

"Or a higher-order existence?"

Gavi added.

"Let's wait until we go to that Edward's house to investigate and make a judgment."

Roger originally thought that this was just a simple temporary mission, which might involve some evil spirits or ordinary cursed items.

However, from some of the characteristics that have been shown so far, he has noticed something unusual about the event.

Castles over a hundred years old, dead people, participants who lost their memories, and Stephen, a special existence whose soul was divided.

In a sense, if it weren't for Stephen's specialness, this matter would never have been known.

From this point of view, there may be a big thing hidden behind this ordinary extraordinary event, and perhaps it is not the first time that the person who planned all this is not doing it for the first time.

Roger suddenly thought of the Kuroshio that everyone had been talking about at the Foreign Spirit Conference. Could this matter have something to do with the so-called Kuroshio?

Edward did not live in Wudu, but in another city 80 kilometers north of Wudu.

After simply eating some breakfast, everyone drove directly to Edward's house. Edward's family was well-off, his ancestor was once a nobleman of Ingman, and even now Edward's father still retains the honorary title.

After explaining the purpose of their visit, Edward's family did not reject Roger and the others.

They told Roger that Edward's death was a complete accident, and because of family reasons and lack of discipline, Edward was much more insane than Stephen.

He loves drag racing, and even secretly participated in a few underground car races, and he also won a good place, but one day a month ago.

Edward was leaving the bar on his way back to the mansion when, because of human negligence, his car collided with the guardrail near the cliff.

There is no suspense, none of the three people in the car survived.

In addition to Edward, there is a model and a starlet.

Because it was a traffic accident, Edward's family quickly dealt with the relevant matters, and his body was buried in the cemetery.

Without getting any information from Edward's home, the group drove to the cemetery.

On the tombstone is a handsome young man with short blond hair. His eyes are a little long and narrow, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you sure that the body buried below is that Edward?"

Roger asked suddenly.

Gevey nodded.

"This guy is indeed dead."

"If so, what did Stephen see half a month ago? A ghost?"

Veronica asked nervously.

"If what he saw was a ghost, then things would be much easier." Henrik gave a wry smile.

He glanced at Gewei and asked tentatively, "I heard that high-level witches master a forbidden spell, through which they can summon the souls of the dead."

"As long as their souls exist in this world."

"About the soul and death, it is taboo among any extraordinary professional." Ge Wei didn't say it directly, but obviously, she should know something about this kind of spell.

After hesitating for a while, she sighed, "I can give it a try, but I'm not sure it will work."

"The method I have mastered comes from family inheritance, and some preparations are required, and it is not very convenient here."

"If the ritual is successful, and we have indeed summoned Edward's soul, and his soul has evolved into another state, then we may be able to gain some information from it."

"But if the spell fails..."

"That's going to be very tricky."

"Maybe it wasn't Edward at all who took Stephen and others away, but other creatures disguised as Edward."

"This Edward has been dead for half a month, but Stephen doesn't know it at all. This shows that the relationship between them should be extremely distant."

"And that may be a criterion by which those behind the scenes choose their targets."

Hearing this, an idea suddenly popped into Roger's mind.

"Veronica, you can try your luck in this regard and ask someone to find out if anyone has recently organized a so-called castle expedition, or a castle party or something like that."

Veronica also understood what Roger meant.

After Veronica left, Roger and others also started their preparations.

The materials for the initiation ceremony were not difficult to find. Edward's body had been cremated, and they could only focus on certain items he used during his lifetime.

After everything was ready, they went to a villa where Edward often lived. Gewei used a black liquid mixed with unknown materials to draw a complex magic circle on the ground.

In the cage in the middle of the circle is a black crow.

The surrounding white candles were lit and sprinkled on the candles with the sap of the violet flower. The collision of water and fire caused a crackling sound, and then a purple smoke rose above the candles.

The energy in Gewei's hands radiated out and mixed with the purple smoke. Then, the smoke mixed with energy was poured into the crow in the center of the circle.

"The raven stands for death."

Gewei explained.

"Its cry will help us summon Edward's soul."

As he was talking about the crow's body in the cage swelled, but soon its swelled body was restrained by the surrounding iron cage.

In the repeated friction, the crow made a shrill cry, and as time passed, the crow's flesh and blood were embedded in the gap of the iron cage, and its sound became weaker and weaker.

Until the end, nothing abnormal happened around.

"The spell failed."

Ge Wei shook her head and sighed.

But just when she was about to give up, a mutation suddenly occurred.