Demon Hunter and His Hut

If when going up the mountain, the mountain road is popular, but the person who happens to be walking in front is a graceful beauty, then the boring journey will definitely become much more interesting.

Although the environment here is good, it will get boring after a long time. However, with Olivia leading the way, the two of them chatted casually, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The big trees on the top of the mountain are luxuriant, and the wanton branches cover the entire house behind, and some of them hang down, as if adding a natural barrier to the room.

But there were too many branches, and Roger couldn't see the whole picture of the whole house clearly. He even felt strange in his heart. Those branches seemed to have been specially pruned, and they actually wrapped the whole house, even the doors and windows were no exception.

However, Olivia did not go directly to the house, but came under the big tree, pressed her palm on the bark, and the faint light flashed away.

The next moment, in the direction facing the two of Roger, a part of the trunk as a whole sank downwards, and then a green light door appeared.

Olivia took a step forward and took the initiative to step into the light door, and Roger stepped into it without hesitation.

The warm light slid across the body, and a kind of spiritual enjoyment spontaneously arose. The next second, Roger found that he seemed to have crossed a space barrier and appeared in a room covering an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters.

"Spatial movement?"

No, this is the world of the soul, the rules of reality may not apply, Roger suddenly realized this problem.

He seemed to appear out of thin air, and he was right in the center of the room at this time, with several windows open around, with a breeze blowing by, Roger turned sideways, and saw the sky and ocean in the distance through the windows.

"We went straight into that room?"

Roger asked with some doubts, but soon he realized something, turned around suddenly, and there was an open space behind him, and he saw a fireplace built close to the wall.

The fire inside is booming, and the firewood is burning and crackling. There are several wooden seats in front of the fire, and there is a figure with his back facing Roger, who seems to be fiddling with on the small table in front of the fire. wearing something.

Roger didn't speak rashly, he and Olivia entered the green light door one after the other, but he was the only one in the room in front of him, so the figure busy in front of the fire...

"Don't worry, this is my idea, I think it's better for our meeting to be left alone."

The busy figure turned his head,

Roger saw her appearance clearly. It was an old woman in her sixties, with some wrinkles on her face, and her eyes were as blue as the sea.

She looked kindly and well-bred. She was wearing a green coat, revealing only a pair of slightly withered palms.

"Foreign guests, please sit down."

The old lady's eyes seemed to see through everything, Roger settled down, and went to the fire and sat opposite the old lady.

"How should I address you as?"

"It doesn't matter." The old woman shook her head, "Because this may be the last time we meet, so it doesn't matter what you call me."

She turned up the upside-down teacup, picked up the jug next to it, poured emerald green liquid into the cup, but the cup was not filled, at best, it was only filled by about a third.

"Please taste it, this is the treatment as a guest, it is a rare good thing."

"thanks!"

Roger nodded, but did not touch the water glass in front of him.

"You are very wary of my guests, but trust me, you will understand the value of a glass of water in the future. Its sweetness and mellow aroma are enough for me to linger on for a long time."

The steam was steaming, and the vague smell rushed into his breath. Roger didn't care much at first, but when he saw the expression on the face of the old woman opposite, he suddenly realized something, and reached out to pick up the water glass on the table.

"what is this?"

"As you can see, it's just an ordinary glass of water."

"The only thing special about it is the taste."

"A Taste That Can Be Tasted."

"Like I said, sweet and refreshing."

Roger was silent for a moment, and then put the water glass back on the table, "Is this what happens to everyone, or only the immortals in the fifth stage?"

It was only at this time that he noticed that although everything in front of him looked very real, there was a kind of barrier in the dark, which prevented him from blending into the surrounding environment.

It's like sitting in front of the screen and watching the wonderful world on the Internet. Everything is real, but everything is false.

"The longer you stay, the more you will lose. If you become an immortal, you will lose all your senses..."

"No, not everything."

"Those painful, dirty, negative things will be kept, but from then on, there is no way to enjoy all the good feelings."

"I don't feel anything but pain."

The old woman's eyes were calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but Roger could imagine that if he didn't feel anything good, it would be a curse to live.

"What's the point of losing so much immortality?"

He shook his head and spoke his mind.

"Ha ha."

The old woman smiled, "Isn't it worth it to get immortality by paying only a little feeling?"

"After all, some things can always find a solution, but when you die, there is nothing left."

The next moment she suddenly smiled, "Don't talk about such a heavy topic, our discussion is meaningless, because since the beginning of this world, no one can refuse the temptation of immortality."

"None." She repeated again

"Okay, let's talk about your business?"

"That's why Olivia sent you here."

"Genius or madman?"

"A guy who calls himself the world."

"Based on my past experience, many of the following links are actually meaningless. Going crazy is almost certain. What we need to consider now is how to save you?"

"At least tell me the standard?"

Roger asked calmly.

"There is no standard, and the only result of trying to control power far beyond one's own limit is the confusion of the soul and lead to madness."

"What you see in that mirror is not you, but the interference in the soul realm, but the result has already been cast, and the cognition of self has been finalized, unless you have the courage to break through yourself and smash everything you have now."

"And start over."

"That sounds like killing me."

Roger smiled, but the expression in his eyes didn't fluctuate too much.

"Because no matter what you say, even if you put the so-called result in front of your eyes, I won't believe it."

"What a strange fellow."

The old woman chuckled, "In this case, let's officially start the test."

Putting your hands together, the cups on the table disappeared instantly, "I hope you can inspire your soul fire and resonate with you."

"You are now in the soul state, and the movements that were originally simple will change here."

"What you have to do is to put the palm burning with soul power here, and leave the rest to me."

There were criss-cross patterns on the smooth table top, and the old woman was smiling, but Roger sat there with a blank expression.

It was not until a long time later that he asked, "What should I call you?"

"I said, the title is not important, because this is the last time we meet."

"What should I call you?" Roger repeated.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"The name is just a code name, you can call it whatever you want, as long as you want."

"You can call it whatever you want?"

Roger showed a smile, "If it were me before, I wouldn't mind preparing some unique titles for you, but I'm not in the mood to do so now."

"Where's Olivia?"

"And who are you?"

he asked.

"You are indeed crazy, hopeless guy, our conversation is over, go back, I will tell Olivia the final result."

"You missed your only chance to save yourself."

After speaking, she pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room.

"go out!"

But Roger didn't get up. He looked around, as if he wanted to find something unusual.

At this moment, everything in front of me spread out like soaked ink, and a familiar feeling enveloped the whole body.

The next moment he found himself back in the middle of the room again.

The simple decoration, the sound of crackling firewood, and the blue sky and sea water in the distance can be seen through the windows not far away.

There was a breeze, and Roger saw the figure busy in front of the fire.

Green coat, thin body.

The furnishings in the room, the movements of that figure, and even the angle of the light are all exactly the same.

As if turning back time, he returned to the state when he just entered the house.

"what happened?"

"Is this the special ability of that woman?"

Roger was puzzled.

"But what's the point of her doing it?"

"wrong……"

"Is it because I am immune to her special ability?"

"If time falls into a short cycle, then a person with this ability can almost touch the limit of his ability in this time cycle."

"Find the so-called optimal solution!"

"But why?"

"why me?"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of thoughts have flashed through Roger's mind.

"What should I do next?"

Pretending that nothing happened, and then rehearsing according to the established script, or should I remain unchanged and only make corresponding adjustments when the other party makes changes?

But a person's behavior is completely random, the same thing happens again, but due to the influence of probability, it may lead to a different result...

If this is the case, how should I choose?

"He's setting the tea set, and next...after three seconds, she'll turn around."

Roger silently counted the time, but when he was extremely focused, a voice sounded from behind.

"How did you run ahead of me?"

The expression on Roger's face changed suddenly, but soon he regained his composure, and then slowly turned his head.

Olivia.

What appeared behind him was Olivia who entered the green light door one step ahead of him.

"Why is she here?"

"Isn't this a time loop?"

But why the surrounding scene lighting, and even the woman's movements are the same as the previous memory?

Is it a common disguise of both of them?

"No, the direction is wrong."

"Same scene, but on both occasions, my body was facing the exact opposite way."

Roger's mind was in turmoil, but there was still a smile on his face, and he didn't explain anything.

Sure enough, Olivia didn't ask any more questions, but walked past Roger and came straight to the stove.

"Teacher, Roger is here."

"Let's sit together."

A gentle but not old voice sounded.

The woman turned her head, and Roger saw her clearly.

After just a glance, he lowered his head pretending to be inadvertent, and then walked quickly to the seat in front of the fire.

The emerald green liquid was poured into the cup, but this time there were three empty cups on top.

There was a hint of joy on Olivia's face, and she couldn't wait to pick up the cup and drank the liquid inside.

"Every time I come here, I look forward to this part the most. You are very generous today, almost half of it."

After a while, she noticed that Roger hadn't touched the water glass on the table, "Aren't you going to try it?"

"Or do you think something has been added to it?"

Olivia frowned, and anyone could hear the emotion in her words.

But Roger was still unmoved, he just smiled, and explained casually, "A qualified alchemist will not taste anything without knowing the characteristics of the item."

"No matter when and where, everything we do needs complete data as a support."

"Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Roger nodded.

"Then it's mine." Olivia unceremoniously picked up the cup in front of Roger, and drank it down.

She moved very quickly, as if afraid that someone would stop the behavior.

"When I go back, I will tell you what is in full bloom here."

"Believe me, this is by far the worst decision you've ever made."

"The teacher has very few guests, and you probably won't have the chance to visit next time, so you missed a world."

"Okay, that's it. We should hurry up and solve the problem of Mr. Roger. After all, the longer we stay in this place, the more boring it will be."

"Get it done as soon as possible, for the best of both of you."

"Comparatively speaking, I am more inclined to the favorable answer, which is clear and firm in belief. If alchemy is all he has, but it is not a bad idea to exaggerate and call himself the world."

The same appearance, but there seems to be a slight difference in the tone of speech. Roger is concentrating, and he must try hard not to show any flaws.

"what should I do?"

"Or, what is the so-called standard?"

Roger asked again.

"It's very simple, you don't need to do anything, just stay in this house within three days."

"Those crazy people are misled by the wrong information in the mirror, and these mistakes come from the dark side of the soul. These unknown things are corrupting your soul all the time."

"But because they do not originate from the heart, but from the outside world, so as long as the connection between each other is isolated, the clues can be found in a short time."

"So you don't need to do anything, just stay here and wait patiently, time will give us the answer."

"As simple as it sounds, I have confidence in myself."

Roger said casually, and then pretended to be casual and asked the question he had prepared for a long time.

"So, what should I call you?"

"You can call my name Tristrimi." The old woman smiled.

"Of course, you can also follow the so-called rules and call me the title I got when I entered the fifth stage."

"Destiny Gold Coin."

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