Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger looked around, counting the one led by Dickinson, this was the fourth time he had participated in the Variant Spirit Conference.

This time the most people.

"The fact is that not all of them attend meetings on a regular basis, only a few of us are the most active."

Dark Soul's hoarse voice sounded.

"It seems that everyone is moved by the pale blood in Mr. Mist's hands."

As he spoke, he quickly glanced at a figure sitting not far away, an ordinary-looking man.

He once had a conflict with Roger, and then suffered a disaster. Many people suspected that it was the mysterious Mr. Mist who did some tricks secretly.

"It looks like everyone can't wait."

Roger was talking, but his eyes were looking at Abraham who was not far away.

Abraham was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he put his hands on the table with his hands folded, his breathing was steady, and he didn't look as anxious as last time.

"This guy is too calm."

Roger thought to himself, and continued: "If there is nothing else, then we will start directly."

He is playing the powerful Mr. Mist, and he will naturally not care about other unimportant people because of his identity, and the less communication, the better.

"OK."

Everyone said in unison.

"So who starts first?"

Roger asked.

"Please wait."

A man wearing a human skin mask said, "I would take the liberty to interrupt you, Mr. Mist. After all, we learned this news from other people's mouths, so before we start trading, we hope to see that unique paleness. blood."

"That's not too much of a request."

Roger thought for a moment and nodded.

In fact, the only thing he cared about was Abraham's reaction. Although he didn't know what had happened to make Abraham appear so calm, maybe taking out the pale blood again could stimulate his emotions.

The pale flame of the lantern burns,

That kind of peculiar throbbing came, and although the expressions of everyone could not be seen, the slight reaction of their bodies at this time was enough to explain everything.

Abraham didn't look sideways, and always kept his posture as he sat upright.

"This guy?"

Roger suddenly thought of Dickinson before.

"Could it be that the person in front of me is not Abraham at all, but a puppet he pushed to the front of the stage?"

"Where did the real Abraham go?"

"What was his purpose in doing this?"

While thinking, he put away the lantern in his hand.

"Can we start now?"

"My time is limited, my pet is hungry and I don't want it to wait too long and it will make a mess of my garden."

As soon as Roger finished speaking, a cloud of white fog floated outside the window, and the fog became thicker and thicker. Everyone stared at it all.

They have all heard about the legend of the monster in the mist.

Bang bang bang!

Not long after, the sound of heavy footsteps came.

Then the fog broke open, and the huge soles fell from the sky.

After a long time.

The voice gradually faded away, but everyone present did not recover from the shock just now.

"what is that?"

The person who saw this scene for the first time asked in silence.

The more you know, the more fearful you will be.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may just be a huge monster, but everyone present will think of more.

who created it?

Is it just one or a colony?

What is the food source of this terrible creature?

There are so many topics that can be discussed.

"Who's coming first?" Roger asked again, a little urgency in his voice.

"It's still me."

The guy with the human skin mask said.

"I have several precious supernatural materials in my hands, the tail vertebra of a manticore, the heart of a troll, the ears of a swamp witch..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him with a smile.

"Flayer, are you kidding me?"

"Don't say Mr. Mist, these things in your hands, even I can't look down on them. If there are no better things, don't waste everyone's time here."

The human skin mask on the man's face wriggled, as if to indicate his mood at this time.

"I still have a precious vampire tooth, and that vampire almost reached the advanced level..."

If it was before, Roger might have been moved, but at this time he was just casually rubbing the lines on the table.

As if searching for some mystery.

After his impatience was passed on, the guy named Skinner closed his mouth. The next moment he didn't even say hello, he ended the ceremony abruptly and disappeared in place.

"Stupid guy."

The man who spoke just now sneered.

"Mr. Mist, you can call me Balrog."

"I can provide three things, the spinal fluid of the Demon Bull Demon, the crystalline heart condensed after the death of the three ghost dogs, and the last one, the skull of the demon Sphinris!"

"demon?!"

Everyone cast a surprised look at him. Although other extraordinary materials are rare, they can still be found if you look for them carefully.

But demons do not exist in ordinary planes. They are too mysterious. When they meet by chance, I don't know if it is good luck or bad luck.

Most of the demons have a combat power of tier 4 or above. This guy named Flame Demon can take out the skull of the demon, which is really bloody.

"This is an advanced material. Unfortunately, my strength is too poor to use it at all. In this case, it is better to exchange it for some necessary items."

"For example, the key to entering Tier 4."

"Well... the skull of the devil is a bit interesting. I really want to study it, but before that, I need to take a look at the things in other people's hands."

"It's natural." Yan Mo smiled, obviously confident in what he was holding.

"Next one."

Since Roger will read the things in everyone's hands, everyone will show the items that they can exchange in the order of their seats.

The things that everyone can come up with are completely different, and there are many kinds, and several of them made Roger's eyes open and he couldn't help but be moved.

"If it weren't for Abraham, I would really like to get a few of them in exchange."

A man named Shark took out a harp, which is a powerful curse item. Although the usage conditions are harsh, after activation, even the Transcendent of the third-level peak will be affected.

According to himself, he used this treasure to form a large force in a certain area of ​​eastern Europe, and if it wasn't for entering the fourth rank, he might not exchange it.

Roger noticed that while others were showing what they were holding, Abraham didn't look sideways and didn't seem to care.

What exactly is he holding in his hand that can overwhelm everyone present with confidence?

"It's your turn, Soul Eater."

The black soul sitting in the distance suddenly said.

He let out a strange laugh, "You seem to be indifferent to the treasures provided by everyone, take them out, let us see, what have you prepared?"

Abraham raised his head, and the lines on the mask seemed to be able to suck people's souls in.

"Everything you provide is very precious." He spread his hands.

"I'm not prepared for anything."

"Not participating in this transaction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Roger's heart stopped suddenly, his eyes shrunk like needles.

What is this guy... planning to do? !