Demon Hunter and His Hut

There were no beasts or monsters, and the road leading to the castle was quiet. Roger could only see the ice crystals hanging from the surrounding trees, faintly like a demon with claws and teeth in the darkness.

The road was bumpy, and Roger's shadow reflected on the ground, and it seemed that a strange change had taken place.

The distance from where he came down to the castle was not far. According to Roger's estimation, he only walked for less than 10 minutes before arriving at the frost-covered castle.

Compared with the dilapidated castle they saw in reality, the one in front of them was more magnificent and looked more like a military fortress.

Near the gate of the castle, Roger saw a black horse tied to dead wood. The horse was pitch black except for a circle of white on the soles of its feet. It saw Roger vigilantly chirping loudly.

The horse is a good horse, but the saddle is extremely worn, which means that the owner of the horse may have lived a prosperous life for a while, but recently fell into poverty.

The gate of the castle was opened, and Roger stood in the shadows and listened carefully. He was not using his body now, and there was nowhere to release the seal.

There's no harm in being careful in this situation.

silence.

He could only hear his own even breathing.

It wasn't until he wrote down his surroundings that he slowly came to the open door.

Unexpectedly, after entering the castle, the temperature suddenly rose, as if an invisible barrier turned the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

A huge shadow was reflected on the wall, and from Roger's point of view, he could only see the shadow bent over, as if frantically swallowing something into his mouth.

"Crack, click!"

"Coo-dong, coo-dong, coo-dong!"

It's a hearty voice.

The floor under his feet seemed to be a few years old, and Roger carefully probed until he was sure that the floor could fully bear his own strength before moving his weight forward.

When passing by a pair of knight armor in the corner, he changed the long sword in the knight's hand.

This is a standard weapon, but it is a bit heavy in Roger's hands at this time.

At this moment, the figure reflected on the wall seemed to find something, suddenly stopped moving, and then stood up vigilantly, as if looking at something.

Roger took a deep breath. He stood on tiptoe. After a period of familiarity, his control over his body greatly increased, and the skills of hard training also emerged in his mind one by one.

But before Roger could continue to move forward, there was a sudden roar of horses outside the castle, followed by the sound of messy footsteps, and a figure stumbled and rushed in from the door.

"Help, who will save me?"

"What the hell is this place?!"

Roger turned to the side to see the stranger who came in from the door, a strong man with dirty body, but what didn't match his figure was the excessive panic on his face.

There were footsteps in the room, and Roger also saw the figure frantically eating at the dining table. It was not a terrible monster at all, but a middle-aged man with gray temples.

The three looked at each other.

Roger's eyes twitched, and he saw a strand of hair hanging from the middle-aged man's mouth.

But the man didn't seem to be able to feel it, he licked his blood-stained hands around his mouth, and then wiped clean on his dirty clothes.

"who are you?"

"Is it also an unintentional passenger?"

The middle-aged man squeezed out a kind smile.

If only the foam between his teeth could be shaved off.

"Come in, there is a table of hearty food in the house!"

"Perhaps it was prepared by the well-meaning castle owner for distressed travelers like us."

"Sir, who are you?"

"Are you also visiting Ingerman?"

"My team and I entered an ancient castle, but not long after we entered, the ground suddenly collapsed and we rolled down. When we recovered, I came to such a ghost place!"

"My God, it's freezing outside, have we been kidnapped?"

"Please let me go, I'm just an intern reporter, I don't have much money."

The middle-aged man on the side was naturally confused, but Roger's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him was actually one of the group of five.

And his soul seemed to be encased in an unfamiliar body.

Could this be what Edward and Stephen had been through?

The middle-aged man thought that the big man in front of him was overly frightened, and even said he took him into the room, and then pointed to the rich food on the table and said:

"Take a rest first, have a good meal, it's so cold outside, you must be starving, right?"

In the flickering candlelight, the long table was filled with so-called food.

With just one glance, Roger could tell where most of the food on the table came from.

He saw the tender white arms of the girl, the thighs of the beast, and the rough soles of an adult male.

The viscous liquid in the cup stinks, and an oval plate is filled with bloodshot eyeballs.

Roger stood by and said nothing.

But whether it was the middle-aged man or the big guy behind him, it seemed like he couldn't tell the difference.

The panicked big man wanted to refuse, but as soon as he approached the dining table, his stomach rumbled, and then he picked up an eyeball and swallowed it.

Seeing the two of them enjoying themselves, Roger didn't know how to remind him. He clenched the weapon in his hand and walked up the stairs.

Although the entire ancient castle is warm, it is not very bright. The candle flames divide this place into pieces.

While walking, Roger suddenly felt something, and he turned his head sharply.

There was silence behind him, and only the sound of swallowing could be heard in the distance. He turned around and stepped forward again, but after a while, the strange feeling of being peeped hit again.

This time Roger didn't hesitate at all, he didn't turn around immediately, but his wrist shook, the weapon passed through his armpit, and stabbed out at a weird angle!

Benedict!

The tip of the sword stabbed something hard, and Roger turned around and looked forward.

A mural hanging on the wall.

But in the next second, a large stream of blood suddenly poured out of the place where the weapon was stabbed, and the blood stained the entire canvas.   Stab it! The mottled canvas was torn apart, and the forehead of a young man with wide eyes was pierced by the tip of a sword. He opened his mouth wide, and there was no despair and panic on his face, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes when he looked at Roger.   Immediately after, the young man's body fell forward, and fell straight out of the world in the painting, blood spilled on the stairs, and the body rolled down.   Then the next one.   In Roger's surprised eyes, one body after another fell out of the narrow frame, as if the canvas was torn apart and their lives disappeared. twelve.   This is the number of all corpses that fell out of a picture frame. Behind the    mural is a complete wall. Roger really doesn't know how the 12 people were stuffed there.   And this number exactly corresponds to the number of characters previously painted on the canvas.   A thought suddenly popped into his mind.   Stephen's soul should be trapped in a mural like this.  Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked up along the looming light.   On the wall next to the stairs, there are murals one after another.