Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 717 Please give me a man

Yes, if Roger is manipulating a corpse, then some of his previous doubts can be explained clearly.

Looking around, the water mist was transpiring, and the hazy light came into view. At first, Roger thought it was Emily and others who deliberately lowered the lights in the bathroom, but now it seems.

Obviously there is something wrong with this body, and the current feedback is already the result of his strong soul.

There is also the smell that Chloe mentioned, it is not the body odor left by some medicines he took and left untreated for a long time.

It's that this body has begun to show signs of decay. If it weren't for the strange smell in the room, it might have attracted the attention of many people.

And the smell in the bathroom. Roger took a deep breath, but his brain didn't get any feedback.

Although the body can be manipulated, the feedback from the damaged corpse is pitiful, and many of them are captured from the outside by a powerful soul.

Thinking about it carefully, Roger is not surprised. After all, his body is still there, although the previous body did not belong to him, but was born in a cursed place.

But after all, along the way, his strength has grown, and a close connection has been established between the soul and the body.

But manipulating a corpse...

Roger frowned. There were too many problems to face. There was no way to connect the body and soul, and the many cultivation methods in his hands might not be effective.

What's more, if time drags on for a little longer, when the signs of rot fully appear, then even if he wants to hide it, he can be easily noticed.

Without power, Roger's dangers would skyrocket.

The brain of this body has been damaged, and the memory that Roger can acquire is not only messy, but also very limited, although from what he has seen so far, he has not found any signs of extraordinary power.

However, some weird things still made Roger alert.

Raising his hand, he carefully cleaned his body. He didn't dare to soak his body in hot water at this time. After tidying up briefly, Roger went to the mirror to wipe off the moisture on the surface. A handsome face came into view.

His face was pale and thin, and his short black hair was messy and slightly curled at the ends, making this handsome and thin young man look a bit lazy and decadent.

His eyes were a little red, and his gaze didn't seem so agile. Although his body looked thin, his height should be close to 1.8 meters by visual inspection.

Roger withdrew his gaze and looked for a set of clean clothes from the shelf next to him to change into. After thinking for a while, he found a bottle of men's perfume.

"It should be able to barely cover it."

There are too many problems to always bear a corpse. At present, his strength is limited, and he doesn't know much about the world. Everything should be safe.

But this body Roger no longer intends to use, he is going to find a new substitute.

After leaving the bathroom, Emily and Annie were already waiting at the door, Roger raised his hand, "The light here is too bright, it's a bit dazzling."

He walked through the corridor. The carpet under his feet was well-made and looked soft, but when Roger stepped on it, it was no different from standing on a stone road.

Along the way, he didn't see any man other than himself, and his body's memory also fed back relevant information.

Regarding the death of this body, Roger saw a lot of doubts from his memory, and he had a faint premonition that this fellow with the same name as Henrik probably did not encounter an accident.

Rather, it stems from a murder.

However, Roger didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. From his point of view, this body was of little use value. He would find a way to suppress the decay of the body, and then replace it with a fresh one.

Naturally, there is no need to pay attention to the original owner's hatred.

"Go down and rest."

Roger gave an order, and then closed the door.

He turned off the light, and the room quickly became dark. In his memory, this was a world with a somewhat strange development.

Standing by the window, Roger looked at a dim manor. There was a dim light coming from the porch. With his powerful soul perception, he could easily explore places invisible to the naked eye.

Gently push the window open.

The time should have come to early autumn, and the weather at night was a bit cool. Of course, Roger could tell a similar feeling from the look of the gatekeeper.

Such a low temperature may be a little uncomfortable to others, but it is good news for Roger at the moment.

He naturally didn't need to rest now, and focused all his attention on the depths of his consciousness, where a faint hunter's cabin slowly emerged.

The dim light of the dark door, and the lake in front of the hut.

With a sigh, his roots were still there, and it was clear that the Hunter's Lodge was in the soul.

But it is a pity that most of the strength needs the support of the body, and what he has strengthened along the way is not only the physical fitness, but also the overall transformation of the body under different rules.

"There are too many restrictions."

Roger sighed softly, and did not take the initiative to try it. It would be very dangerous to expose any extraordinary power under such circumstances.

A simple test is enough for him to understand his current state, and the rest still needs to wait.

The whole night was spent quickly in Roger's arrangement. Before dawn, the silent manor woke up. Not long after the sun rose, there was a slight knock on the door.

"gentlemen."

It's Emily.

"The breakfast prepared for you by the kitchen, considering your body, except for your usual favorite hazelnut cake and..."

"Put it at the door."

Roger interrupted Emily, and after a while, he heard a light knock outside the door, followed by footsteps leaving.

Open the door and pull the delicate tray into the room.

Roger didn't look at the food on his plate.

It's still the same as last night. Although he has mastered the control of this body now, the sensory functions that require neural feedback, such as smell and taste, are still in the previous state.

The vision is okay, and it can be directly fed back through a powerful soul, which is like turning on God's vision, allowing him to observe the world from an angle of almost 360 degrees.

But other feelings he can't do anything about.

Regardless of whether the food is palatable or not, even Roger can swallow it into the stomach, and then control the peristalsis of the stomach...

But he couldn't digest these foods, and naturally he couldn't talk about absorbing them.

He can barely suppress the decay of his body, but for the food swallowed in his stomach...

If he wanted to extend his disguise, Roger should even "clean up" himself, just like a wild boar being sent to the chopping board.

Clean from the inside out.

This kind of suppression comes from powerful soul power, but soul power cannot distort and interfere with reality. Roger needs to work hard to maintain it before finding a new substitute.

Standing in front of the mirror, he took a look at his current state, and there were hardly any abnormalities except that his eyes were a little red.

The chest rises and falls, but there is no breath flowing from the nose, this is to avoid the smell from revealing his state.

The perfume on his body was just right, it was simply mixed and adjusted by Roger according to his body odor at this time.

At this time, even an experienced forensic doctor standing beside him probably wouldn't be able to detect the stench of the corpse that Roger was hiding.

With a click, Roger opened the door.

Before leaving, he took a top hat and put it on his head.

The brim of the hat was slightly lowered to hide the abnormality of his eyes.

"Sir... you want to go out?"

Annie looked surprised.

"But your injuries..."

"I just wandered around the manor."

Through last night's observation, Roger has roughly figured out the distribution of personnel in the manor. The manor is located far away from the urban area. Although it is located in a remote area, it is very well protected for Roger now.

The whole manor is well-managed, but the most weird thing is that there is one and only one man in the whole manor.

Even the guard leader of the manor is a woman.

A strong woman whose waist is almost equal to her height.

"Sir, you look wonderful!"

Annie took a deep breath and said meaningfully. She and Emily followed Roger and walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

Along the way, all the servants I met smiled and greeted Roger, but Roger didn't respond, just nodded slightly.

Although he can't wait to change to a fresh body immediately, Roger doesn't want to experience being a woman here.

Soul transfer may be troublesome for other extraordinary people, but Roger does not need to find a powerful extraordinary person, an ordinary person, the fresh vitality is enough to stimulate the soul more.

Even if he has no talent for cultivation, Roger is confident that he will have the power to protect himself in a very short period of time.

After all, it didn't take too long for his other body to achieve his current achievements.

This time is not too long for a superhuman.

This is Roger's unique advantage.

All he needs now is a man.

Any living man.

Just when Roger was about to order the coachman to take him out of the manor, there was a crisp sound of horseshoes outside the manor.

"Mr. Joseph, he came here immediately after only one night. It seems that the friendship between Mr. Joseph and you is really deep."

Annie said.

Roger noticed that her eyes were a little excited, looking left and right, full of anticipation.

"Joseph... sir."

Roger noticed the important information in it.

"Man, very good, very good."

There was a smile on his mouth, and he searched for everything related to this Joseph in his mind.

"Young and handsome..."

"And flirtatious."

"The most important thing is to be rich..."

"It's really a simple and rude description, but how did this guy get involved with a lonely family like Anglo's?"

"Is it because of similar interests?"

When Roger was thinking, the gate of the manor opened, and the carriage had already driven into it and stopped slowly.

"Oh, my dear brother, I thought I had a fake news!"

A handsome, flirtatious young man jumped out of the car.

He opened his hands exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to give Roger a big hug.

"I told you you'd be fine, because those bastards want to bet with me!"

"Gosh, who doesn't know we're best friends?"

"I bet them, you will be able to survive, look, a living heir of the Anglo family!"

Joseph rubbed his somewhat messy hair and shouted excitedly.

Well, a betting dog.

Even the life and death of his own friends can bet on, this kind of guy is really worthy of being Henrik's friend.

"That is to say, it won't be long before those guys who participated in the gambling game will step through my threshold?"

Roger said suddenly, and he had to work hard to control his body as he spoke.

Act like a normal person.

"Uh...it should be like this!"

Joseph waved his hand, "These are small things, the important thing is that you survived now, isn't that something to be happy about?"

"Happy, I'm very happy." Roger said with a smile.

"Don't stand here, go to my room, I need your help with something."

"no problem."

Joseph stepped forward quickly, and the two quickly returned to Roger's room.

Putting in two pieces of ice and pouring it into amber wine, Roger handed it to Joseph.

"Other things can be discussed, but if you want to borrow money..." Joseph smiled awkwardly, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

"I don't want your money."

Roger looked at Joseph with a smile.

"Then what do you want?"

Joseph looked confused.

"Your body."

bang.

Joseph rolled his eyes and fell straight on the carpet. Roger caught the empty cup before it hit the ground.

A simple mental shock, but it is the most effective for ordinary people.

Luo Jie rubbed his forehead softly. Although the strength just now was small, he felt a shock in his brain, and his fragile brain was almost squeezed out.

"call……"

"It's about time."

Roger crouched beside Joseph, his palm on his forehead.

There is no need to erase Joseph's soul, Roger's current strength is enough to compress the opponent's soul into a narrow area.

This helps Roger take control of the body.

Without any preparation, Roger directly launched the soul transformation.

He felt his soul leave the decaying body and enter a living body.

Before he had time to be happy, a strong resistance hit Roger's soul like a giant hammer in the next second.

hum!

When his eyes went dark, Roger felt that his soul was almost shattered by the impact just now.

In the process of crossing, his body and soul have suffered huge injuries, and this time the injuries are even worse.

"what happened?"

"Is this guy a Transcendent?"

This level of defense was far beyond Roger's imagination, but he soon found the source of this power.

"It's not an instinctive defense..."

"It seems to be a rule restriction, no, no, how does this defense come from the world barrier?!"

A failure did not discourage Roger, he adjusted hard, and then released a ray of strength to tentatively.

boom!

The next moment, a more powerful impact followed, and Roger's body was lifted high in the impact, and then hit the wall beside him.

The decorations on the wall fell under the shock, Roger got up from the ground, his face was numb, this was his intuitive reaction that he had lost control of his body in shock.

"There really is extraordinary power in this world."

"And this transcendence seems to point directly to the soul."

"That's not good news."

My heart was tense, but at this moment there was a slightly hasty knock on the door, "Sir, sir!"

"There are a lot of guests in the manor, and they are all arguing, no, they are all scrambling to see you!"

Emily said while knocking on the door.

The outside world seems to have passed for a long time.

"Is it a special case or is it true for everyone?"

Roger put Joseph at the table, pretended to be drunk, and opened the door.

"Oh...Mr. Henrik."

"Don't call me Henrik." Roger frowned helplessly.

"I'm going to change my name."