Demon Hunter and His Hut

"The entire castle covers a huge area, and is mainly divided into two areas, the inner and outer areas. The outer area is where we are now, and the deeper part is the owner of the castle..."

Henrik patted his chest as he spoke.

"That's where I live."

Then he briefly recounted the changes that had happened to him to Roger, who also recounted what he had just experienced.

"Two castles? And the interior decoration style and structure are exactly the same?"

Henryk was a little surprised.

"It shouldn't be that simple."

Roger pondered, "You said just now that you found a middle-aged man in the hall who was gobbling his food?"

"And one of the five young men and women we met in front of the castle?"

Henryk nodded.

"It was a woman."

"Come on, let's take a look in the hall."

Coming down the stairs, Henrique's eyes were directed to a lit room at the end of the corridor.

"What's wrong?"

Roger asked aloud.

"Nothing, just found something special in the room."

Henrik's face covered with animal hair was not very good-looking.

"What did you see? It makes you look like this." Roger asked strangely.

"A piece of human skin, a piece of human skin that was completely ripped off from the body, filled with stuffing, and even wearing clothes, standing by the window."

Roger shrugged.

"There's nothing to be surprised about."

"But what if the skin came from me?"

Henrik sneered.

"Although this body doesn't belong to me, how could it be pleasant to see a human skin that is exactly the same as the one I used and was picked off and hung on a shelf."

Roger thought of the scene at that time and nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute."

He suddenly thought of something, "Is there only a skinned human skin in the room you saw?"

"No desk and paintbrush?"

Henryk bared his teeth, "Brush?"

"No."

"Is it a different form of expression?" Roger thought for a while but did not go to check immediately, but quietly came to the lobby on the first floor along the stairs.   The wooden door of the hall was opened, and snowflakes from outside the door blew into the room. Under the bright moonlight, a figure was struggling to hang a large box on a horse.   But when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped,

He looked at a direction in the castle, and then ran a few steps and rushed up.

At this time, Roger has also seen the face of the other party.

It was exactly the same as the middle-aged man he had seen before, and even the clothes on his body were exactly the same.

And the black horse tied to the dead tree.

Roger could almost guess the middle-aged man's next move, but he didn't know whether the rose garden here was blooming with gorgeous roses, or a strange plant with a strangely shaped head like just now.

"The stories in this manuscript seem to have been altered artificially..."

Roger was saying this when he heard a heavy gasping sound coming from his side.

He turned his head and stood beside Henrik for some unknown reason. His body bulged slightly, and the hair on his body stood up. Then he let out a low roar and rushed out on all fours like a mad beast!

"Henrik, what are you doing?"

Roger shouted, but Henrik seemed to be completely inaudible. His huge body was like a big mountain, hitting the window next to him.

Crackling!

With the sound of debris and glass splashing in the sky, Henrique had already landed in the rose garden outside. When Roger followed, he happened to see Henrique pressing the middle-aged man to the ground, his sharp claws touching the ground. on his shoulders.

Dark red blood flowed down his shoulders.

An unfamiliar voice came out of Henrik's throat, "Take my rose, and you will pay with your life!"

The rose in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly turned into a plume of blue smoke, and then left a rose-shaped mark on the back of his hand.

"Pay it back with your own or someone else's life!"

"The contract has carved out your soul, take these treasures and go!"

"I'm only waiting for you for three days. If you can't return as scheduled after three days, then this rose will take root on the back of your hand, sucking your flesh and stuffing your internal organs!"

As he said that, Henrik violently lifted the middle-aged man lying on the ground and threw it into the distance.

"Remember, you only have three days!"

Ignoring the pain on his body, the middle-aged man rolled and climbed onto the horse and fled.

At this time, the tyranny that enveloped Henrik gradually subsided, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

"Damn, what happened? I couldn't control my body at all just now!"

He turned to look at Roger, and Roger's face flashed a trace of worry.

A part of their souls were extracted and poured into unfamiliar bodies. They seemed to be able to move at will, but there was an invisible big hand that secretly controlled everything.

"What about that woman?"

Henryk asked.

Roger lowered his head and glanced at it, and in the corner under the dining table, there was a woman's purple face.

There was a circle of bruises on his neck, and his clothes were messy.

"Dead, killed by that guy just now."

"What?!" Henryk roared, almost unable to control his emotions, he took a few deep breaths, "What's going on? It seems that since you came here, my emotions have become more and more unstable. already."

Roger's eyes lit up, combined with the previous experience and the changes in Henrik, he vaguely understood something.

"This is no ordinary fairy tale world."

"The owner of the manuscript can change the direction of the story to a certain extent, and what we experience is a story within a story."

"No, maybe a parallel story."

He looked at Henrik, "If I'm not mistaken, Gewei may not be here, but I don't know how many parts this fairy tale world is divided into."

"Because of this, each divided world is not enough to hold our whole soul, and we are drawn into it and become half a marionette."

In fact, at this point, the original storyline of this world is no longer important. Roger always feels that the atmosphere and environment here has its own special meaning, but the information he has now cannot fully speculate.

At this moment, Roger felt that the whole castle seemed to tremble, and Henrik quickly recovered.

"It was like this before you appeared just now..."

"It's Gewei, she should be here!"

Roger quickly came to the top along the stairs. Just as he rushed up the stairs, he saw a red door appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor, and then the wooden door opened, and a beautiful blond girl stepped out.

The girl was fair-skinned and wore a white skirt. Her appearance was pure and lovely, but her hands and front of her clothes were stained with blood, which dyed the white long skirt red.

"Ge Wei?" Roger asked tentatively.

The girl looked at the long sword in Roger's hand.

"Roger?"

"Is that Henrik beside you?"