hunter rule

"Excuse me."

"Is anyone in there?"

This is a very normal statement, but it is very abnormal at this moment.

The sound was like the groan of a dying tree in the darkness, the forceful tugging of the air, tearing the wooden door apart, and reaching Zhao Guangli's ears.

The terrifying shadow passed through the broken wooden boards and was projected in front of Zhao Guangli under the moonlight.

She is...the sister of that female monster.

Zhao Guangli opened his eyes wide and held his breath.

He can't do anything now.

There is only one thing, and that is to pray that the 'thing' outside the wooden door of the shack does not find me.

Zhao Guangli remained motionless, like a still sculpture, and even his breathing became very light.

"I beg you."

Zhao Guangli pursed his lips slightly, expressing his inner uneasiness. His hand firmly grasped the black silver dagger, waiting for what might happen next.

"Anything can happen."

Zhao Guangli tried his best to calm down a little in such horror.

"Is there...no one...?"

At this moment, the voice outside the door was trembling, and it felt like a gossamer, crawling into Zhao Guangli's cochlea like a reptile.

Snap.

The small wooden door of the shack had some signs of slight shaking, and some small debris fell on Zhao Guangli's body.

Zhao Guangli did not take pictures, he just stared at the moonlight that came through. The terrifying shadow of the human head was shaking slightly at the moment, and then slowly became smaller.

It was a strange sound of footsteps, and the sound became smaller and smaller.

The new monster seemed to be slowly leaving.

Zhao Guangli was stiff all over. He had never encountered such a terrifying and bizarre thing, especially in a place like this.

"Should... let's go." Zhao Guangli waited for two minutes. There was only bright moonlight on the ground. He couldn't see what was going on outside and could only listen with his ears.

There was almost no sound around, but there seemed to be a faint wind, sliding along the wooden debris.

Zhao Guangli took a breath and then raised his head.

At this moment, his heartbeat almost completely stopped.

A woman's face with terrifying wrinkles stretched out directly from the broken door of the shack above Zhao Guangli, staring blankly at Zhao Guangli. The weird smile outlined on the corner of its mouth was telling countless stories.

Vicious.

"This...isn't...is there...someone...?"

The woman's voice was like an underworld, and Zhao Guangli reached the edge of shock that he could bear.

"What!"

The wooden door shattered into pieces, and two slender but weirdly long arms quickly stretched out, grabbing Zhao Guangli on the ground without hesitation.

The thick liquid on the ground pressed directly on Zhao Guangli's face, and at the same time, Zhao Guangli felt an unprecedented feeling.

Painful, negative, feeling like vomiting.

Headache, fainting, almost unable to speak.

The monster in front of me looks familiar, very similar to the female monster Gina from before.

Such a guy cannot be called a human being at all. His twisted limbs and sickly wrinkled face are like a dead tree that can walk.

It was covered in a black cloak and exuded an indescribable, terrifying black mist.

Zhao Guangli struggled, feeling intense pain from this monster.

Are you going to die?

Are you going to die like this?

Is there still no way to escape?

These questions came to Zhao Guangli's mind.

The terrifying monster face approached Zhao Guangli and lowered his head slightly: "Sister...sister..."

"died."

It didn't seem to be talking to Zhao Guangli at all. Its voice was low and hoarse, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"It's not me..." Zhao Guangli found it difficult to explain why the monster named Gina died. The only thing he could do now was to struggle on the ground.

However, such struggles have almost no effect.

The arm seemed slender, but its strength was surprisingly strong, and it pressed Zhao Guangli's head hard to the ground.

Unable to resist.

Really can't resist.

The closer he got to this monster, the more uncomfortable Zhao Guangli felt.

Negativity, panic, and pain slowly emerged.

"Damn it."

Zhao Guangli gritted his teeth and held the black dagger tightly in his hand.

At this moment, the monster seemed to have discovered something strange about Zhao Guangli's body, and its originally distorted facial features became more compact.

"curse."

"It's the curse of the lake...woman."

"You have...the Lake Lady's...curse on you."

"No wonder."

The monster seemed to be more awake at this moment, its expression became more and more uglier, and its fingers gently touched the lines on Zhao Guangli's right hand.

This feeling is not good at all.

"My poor sister."

The monster's speech gradually became fluent, but his voice was still as low and ugly as ever.

Zhao Guangli lowered his head and looked at his right hand: "Is this the curse of the Lake Girl?"

"What it is?"

Inside the shack, this tall old woman-like monster raised her other hand, piously as if worshiping in a church.

"Then no need, the curse will kill you."

The monster's left hand stretched out, and slowly extended its claws covered with stains and mud, which shone sharply in the moonlight.

Zhao Guangli opened his eyes wide.

Damn it!

Zhao Guangli's right hand instantly reached out, and the black dagger stabbed his back instantly.

Sitting back and waiting for death has never been Zhao Guangli’s style!

boom!

The black dagger was easily caught by the monster's fingernails, and then casually broke into two pieces.

In an instant, Zhao Guangli was suppressed to the ground again, and this time, Zhao Guangli could feel that its strength was getting stronger and stronger.

Really dying.

This was Zhao Guangli's last thought.

The monster's wrinkled face showed an evil smile.

"boom!"

Everything happens suddenly, because sometimes, the world moves very fast.

For example, this gunshot sounded at this moment.

That sound...is a gun.

Zhao Guangli felt the pressure behind him suddenly reduce, and what immediately came into view was a pair of black Martin boots, stained with a lot of mud and various stains.

A huge hole was made in the shack, and on the marshy ground outside the hole, the terrifying female monster was lying, her body trembling.

"Tsk, tsk, a monster like the Swamp Witch will make you uncomfortable no matter how many times you see it."

This is a man's voice, with a little fatigue in his voice: "Is this the uncanny valley effect?"

Zhao Guangli looked up. A middle-aged man with a beard and a black leather jacket was standing in front of him, gently wiping his smoking gun.

An old-fashioned... flintlock gun.

"I am Ren Heng from the Champagne Cork Firm, and I accepted the commission from Karen Bode."

"Are you... Harlan Bode?" The man held a piece of colorless tobacco in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and stared at the swamp witch in front of him, with a slightly solemn expression: "Don't be stunned.

Yes, answer quickly."