Demon Hunter and His Hut

Although the temperature of the swamp had dropped a little at night, it was still a bit sultry. Dragging the disfigured water ghost to the shore, Roger carefully looked around.

Then he took out the short knife, took off some parts of the water ghost, and put these things away. Roger found a few stones from the shore and stuffed them along the water ghost's broken stomach.

Finally the body sank to the bottom of the lake.

After doing all this, he returned the sword and walked towards the light in the distance.

The surroundings were pitch-dark, and Roger didn't know where he was dragged by the water ghost along the way. He had to find a way to get back to Danielle's house as soon as possible.

If it's too late, the woman will probably run away.

But to be honest, Roger really didn't know how to face her, maybe the subconscious shot he just slapped on the back of her head had exposed his thoughts.

Draining the water in the boots, Roger walked all the way. The light in the distance looked very close, but this time, the distance was a little far.

Before he could get close, a strange chanting sound came over. Roger was stunned for a moment. He suddenly remembered the strange text he heard his mother recite at Travis' house yesterday.

"It sounds the same."

Through the bushes, Roger saw a group of people.

"what?"

I remember when I left Travis' house, there was a group of people walking towards the depths of the swamp.

"Could it be those guys?"

"What are they doing in the woods so late?"

The Negroes who lived in that gathering place had tribal ancestry, and Roger had no other ideas about these traditions.

However, the magic circle at Travis' house and his rotting corpse, as well as the prophet mentioned by Travis' mother, gave Roger some bad premonitions.

He subconsciously eased his steps and slowly leaned forward.

A group of people held torches, illuminating a clearing like day.

The person kneeling on the ground was covered in clothes made of black feathers, his face was painted with oil paint, and his expression was blank.

In the dark woods, this scene does look a little weird.

Moving his eyes slightly, Roger noticed the two figures standing in the middle of the crowd, his pupils shrank slightly.

A familiar face came into view.

"Betty?!"

"What is she?"

Thinking of a series of changes after Amanda returned to Bay Town, Roger had some vague guesses.

"She must have seen something here."

Seeing the situation in front of him, if someone told Roger that this group of people was just a parade party, Roger would definitely spit at each other without hesitation.

He also learned some knowledge from Henrik, and the battle in front of him was a typical voodoo ritual.

It is more than a star and a half stronger than the one that Hunnam used to cast.

The chanting of the crowd grew louder and louder, all the syllables came together, and when it reached the peak, the crowd slashed their palms with daggers at the same time.

Press the blood-stained palm to the ground.

It was only then that Roger noticed that on the ground where they were kneeling was a large group of vines entwined in layers.

The middle-aged woman standing beside Betty opened her hands, her eyes turned pale, and she was chanting something, as if she was getting in touch with a certain existence.

Betty fell to her knees.

On her palm is a heart that is close to rotting.

"Return to the Spirit!"

Betty shouted loudly, followed by a scene that surprised Roger.

A floating spirit body emerged from the heart. Although it was a little far away, Roger could still tell the identity of the other party at a glance.

"Travis!"

"Is that woman the so-called prophet?"

"What are they going to do with Travis' soul?"

A black fog appeared out of thin air and pressed Travis' soul into his heart, and then Betty opened his mouth.

Swallow that rotten heart one by one!

Her face was covered with thick blue veins and her pupils were white. This lively girl who used to look full of youthful aura was now like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The chanting stopped, the vines on the ground seemed to have life, and the tiny branches were inserted into the wrists of the people around them kneeling.

The blood dyed the green plants red, and some people around had fainted due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, Betty, who had eaten the whole heart, suddenly changed her face, her abdomen bulged, and the heart shards she had just eaten vomited violently.

The scene looked extremely intimidating.

It's as if a person spit out his internal organs alive.

The heart slag spurted out blood and landed on the ground, but it condensed into a little man the size of a head.

Immediately afterwards, the minced flesh shrank inward as if it had life.

The next moment, all the vines twisted together, entangling the blood-colored villain layer by layer.

Chi Chi Chi!

A monster nearly two meters tall and composed entirely of green vines climbed up from the ground!

His appearance is close to human shape, but his feet are like big trees, rooted on the ground, and his two arms are extremely long.

At the tip are venomous branches like venomous snakes.

"Finally successful!"

The middle-aged woman let out a sigh of relief, and her figure swayed slightly, almost falling to the ground.

"We didn't need to be so complicated."

She "looked" at Betty, "It's all because of your choice."

"Now that it's following along, although you've only just started cultivating, it's enough to deal with creatures below the transcendent."

"Travis was handpicked by us. It's a pity he died a little early, otherwise he should have been your best mate."

Betty's face has returned to normal, she didn't speak, she just stepped forward and touched the green monster.

"It will be your most loyal servant."

"And get stronger as you get stronger."

"Your sacrifice has been answered, go to Bay Town, the information given to us in the divination, there will be the hope of our rise."

"If the so-called Holy Son is discovered, can I and it subdue each other?"

Betty asked.

"No problem, the energy fluctuations returning to me are very weak, this is a weak existence, but this is also our opportunity."

"Things are often not absolute, and sometimes there are big secrets hidden in some seemingly weak beings."

"Find it, maybe it will help you achieve something extraordinary."

"Having a real witch, our identities will be recognized and then incorporated in this reshuffle."

"The rise of the tribe is upon you!"

Betty turned her head and looked at the clansmen kneeling on the ground, she couldn't help clenching her fists.

This was not the life she wanted, but she had no other choice at hand.

At this moment, the green monster's feet were pulled from the ground, and the ceremony was completely completed.

"You can't fully control it yet, connect with it with your blood and try to control it."

Betty nodded, cut her eyebrows with her fingernails, and a little blood fell on her fingers.

Put blood on the monster's forehead.

But at this moment, the green monster that had been silent for a while suddenly turned around and roared in a certain direction in the bushes!