Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger looked up at one of the murals.

In the picture is an open field, and a teenager is lying leisurely on the grass, raising his head, as if enjoying the afternoon sun.

But the boy's face was full of fear, and when he got closer, he could even hear the faint screams in his mouth.

His limbs were pressed to the ground, his belly was cut open, and the internal organs were pulled out, and then placed all around.

It seems that only the scorching sun can clear the dark energy lingering on it.

The whole canvas was soaked with the smell of blood.

The characters inside were outlined in a few strokes, and Roger couldn't even see their facial features. He continued to walk upwards while observing every mural around.

Without exception.

The people in the frescoes are all suffering, and each one is alive.

"Look, what is this?"

A surprised voice came from the hall, and Roger looked down from a height and saw two large wooden boxes in front of the dining table.

The box was opened, and the middle-aged man was standing in front of the box rummaging through the contents.

"Did the owner of the manor give us so many treasures?"

The middle-aged man took out the contents of the box and played with it the same way.

Roger didn't know what the contents of the box looked like in his eyes, but at least from his perspective, he only saw a pile of dry bones.

Ignoring the two people downstairs, he continued to walk up.

Looking for picture by picture.

The pattern sketched on the narrow canvas was so chilling that Roger couldn't imagine if everyone on the canvas really existed.

Then what he sees so far will be an incomparably huge number.

There was silence on the second floor, with lights flickering in the room at the end of the corridor, and Roger listened carefully, clenching his weapon.

Just as he was approaching one of the murals, Roger stopped suddenly.

In the fresco is a huge dining table, a ferocious giant wielding a knife and fork, is slicing the little man struggling in the plate into pieces, and then swallowing it into his mouth.

"Stephen!"

Roger's face was filled with joy, but he did not act rashly after confirming Stephen's identity.

It is still unclear what the consequences of taking away the murals will be. This place is too strange. The limited strength is one aspect, and the more important thing is the strange state of the soul.

The lit room was silent, and there was the sound of paper rubbing. Roger moved slowly, using the reflection of the weapon in his hand, to look at the structure of the room.

Under the dim light, on the flat writing table, a paintbrush was sketching something on the paper, and after waiting quietly for a while, Roger took a deep breath and walked into the house after confirming that it was not the ghost that was haunting him.

On the drawing paper, a frightened face appeared on the paper.

It was the curly-haired boy Roger had met.

On the drawing paper, he repeated his death over and over again.

"It seems that everyone who dies here has a soul that will stay here forever."

"But what's the purpose of this?"

"Is it just pure torture?"

He could feel that the brush in front of him must be a cursed item.

crackling.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from downstairs, and Roger walked quickly to the window, where the well-fed middle-aged man was dragging a large box and struggling to move in the direction where he tied the horse.

His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he murmured words.

"Fantastic, enough gifts for the daughters."

After packing the so-called treasure in the box, he untied the reins of the horse. Just as the middle-aged man was about to leave, he glanced over and noticed the brilliant red hidden in the snow and ice in the distance.

A splendid rose garden.

Seeing this scene, Roger's mind flashed, and he remembered a long-standing story.

"A fairy tale manuscript?"

"But this way of entering is too weird, isn't it?"

"Is there someone behind it?"

While Roger was thinking, the middle-aged man had trotted a few steps into the rose garden.

According to the development of the story, the next moment the greedy middle-aged man will pick a rose in the garden, and he will be cursed for it.

But when Roger was distracted to check, an inexplicable oppression came to his heart, he was shocked and turned his head suddenly.

In the darkness outside the door, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him!

blah blah blah...

The blood was on the ground, and the sound from the beast's throat let Roger know that the animal wasn't full.

…………

Back in time not too long ago.

Hearing Roger's cry, Henrik took a deep breath, and the corner of his eye swept across the corner of his eye, and a monstrous stream of water poured out of the room and shot at Roger and Gewei who were standing in front.

"Crack!"

Without any hesitation, Henrik smashed the originally weak wooden board under his feet. The next second he saw a powerful attack from Roger's hand, but then the two figures were engulfed by the current.

With this moment of buffering, Henrik fell from the gap on the fourth floor.

In the process of going down, he has already taken a good look at the surrounding environment, and he can move to the surrounding windows as long as he hits the ground.

Then you can get out of the window.

Two seconds later, Henrik found that his body was still falling, and he looked around in horror, there were no dilapidated corridors and green branches growing.

The surrounding space is distorted, as if it is in a certain passage.

His breathing stagnated slightly, the speed of his descent suddenly slowed down, and a soft touch came from around his body. When he regained his senses, Henrik found himself lying on a large soft bed.

The air was filled with a faint aroma.

The quilt under him is made of velvet, lying on it like a cloud, so soft that one does not want to stand up.

The pinewood floor was covered with a small woolen rug in front of the bed. Every wool on the rug was carefully groomed, and the sound of wood burning came from the stove not far away.

"Where am I?"

Henrik opened his mouth, only to find an unfamiliar voice coming from his throat. He jumped out of bed in horror and pulled over a mirror beside the bed.

In the mirror was a completely unfamiliar face.

The reddish curly hair was tied behind his head, his face was white, and the white shirt was opened, revealing his thin chest.

This is a gentle and handsome man.

"His Royal Highness, are you awake?"

A charming voice came from outside the door.

In the next second, two figures in court ladies' clothes opened the door and appeared in front of Henrik.

"It's time to eat."

One of them lifted the tray in his hand and placed a still beating heart on it.

"Have a meal?"

"What the hell?"

Henrik flipped over the things in the woman's hand at will. He tried his best to calm down, "What's the matter? How did I become another person?"

"A hallucination?"

"Or a strange cursed land?"

"His Royal Highness, please don't..."

An exclamation came from beside him, but Henrik didn't notice it at all. He unconsciously took a few steps forward and opened the curtains.

Looking down from here, a huge old castle has a panoramic view.

At the same time, the moonlight outside the window also reflected in his eyes.

The next second, Henryk's eyes were completely attracted by the full moon hanging high in the sky.

"This moonlight..."