hunter rule

Strength emerges weakly.

It's like a trickle, but it actually exists.

Amid the wails of the rat demon, an unusual stench and demonic aura enveloped the area.

The ancient sound of the bell tower echoed faintly along the gears.

The power of the curse continued to accumulate along the crossbow blade in Zhao Guangli's hand.

Zhao Guangli could feel the demon's anger and its terrifying curse on him.

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell!"

That kind of anxious mood made Zhao Guangli feel a little dazed.

Zhao Guangli's eye talisman at this moment was about one-third full after killing the rat demon, which was enough to release a Lake Lady curse.

He roughly calculated that the curse power given by a demon like this was already considerable.

Fighting to support fighting is the way of hunters.

Zhao Guangli pushed away the huge rat covering his body. The food residue and liquid similar to gastric juice emerging from the rat demon's stomach made Zhao Guangli frown.

Once the demon in Black Iron Castle died, all the rats and mice dispersed.

In addition to the minced meat and rat carcasses on the ground, the scene under the moonlight was not ordinary.

Zhao Guangli put his deerstalker hat on his head, walked to the window, and breathed in the fresh air.

"Demon."

Although Zhao Guangli didn't know how to smoke, he always felt that he had to smoke a cigarette in the current situation.

Facing the moonlight, he looked back at the rat's body.

This is the first time I have seen a rat as big as a bear.

It's not very powerful, but it does have quite an impact on Zhao Guangli.

After briefly sorting out his wounds, he put the still grumbling [Black Hunter] into his suitcase. He slowly followed the road to the top of the Black Iron Castle bell tower.

Because the demon is dead, this section of the road seems to be very smooth, but the environment where the rats lived is not clean by any means.

Zhao Guangli didn't want his leather shoes to step on these dirty things, so he carefully observed the ground, and finally came to the top floor of the Black Iron Castle bell tower, a huge iron door.

The iron gate was originally locked, but it had been damaged by rats. The entire iron gate was full of holes and pits, as if it had experienced some terrible damage.

Squeak.

Zhao Guangli felt in the dark and pushed open the big iron door.

Inside is a huge mechanical facility, which is the working platform of the bell ringer. The bell ringer used to perform repairs and exchange parts here.

As one of the few landmarks of Black Iron Castle, this should be the most sophisticated and safe area.

It's just that here at this moment, there are food residues with no visible original shape everywhere, as well as puddles of unknown slime.

Apart from the rotation of mechanical gears, there is only a frown-inducing stench in the entire space.

The rats regarded this place as their home, under the rule of the demon.

Following the circular passage and surrounding the mechanical device in the middle, Zhao Guangli turned two corners.

Human corpses lay scattered on the ground.

To be precise, it should be the remains of a corpse.

The distribution was quite even, the corpses had not been dead for a long time, and they did not stink.

"Tsk."

Zhao Guangli shook his head.

So is this a monster?

Human beings wearing various costumes have now turned into lifeless pieces of meat.

This impactful picture will inspire people's fear and hatred of monsters.

Zhao Guangli has always believed that every person with a name must have many stories in his decades of life.

Even simple and ordinary people have stories.

But these stories are often buried when their owners die easily.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes people feel chilly.

"I can help you get revenge."

Zhao Guangli sighed: "If there is a Glory Temple, I still hope you will go there."

This world is much crueler than my original world.

Looking around, Zhao Guangli vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a booklet inside the clothing of one of the corpses.

Zhao Guangli apologized in his heart and picked it up gently.

The booklet was very exquisite, reminding Zhao Guangli of Harlan Bode's diary, which seemed to be so exquisite.

"Journal……"

Above this booklet, there is also a chrysanthemum-shaped family crest.

"This is the family crest on the boy who died on the way when I came up just now."

"Looking at the appearance of the body, he should have died later than that boy."

"So, the dead young man is the real owner of this diary, and these people also picked up this diary after the young man died."

Zhao Guangli opened the diary while analyzing it.

In the moonlight, the title of the owner of this diary is written quite well.

The general fonts of the Sky Drive Alliance are indeed pretty good-looking. This is Zhao Guangli’s perception, and it may be due to the existence of Eastern races.

About half of the entire diary is written, and the first half is filled with the daily trivial matters of this young man.

He was born into a wealthy family, had a tutor, and had no worries about food and drink.

This is the information revealed between the lines of this boy's words.

However, this young man's tone seemed particularly sad.

This is a lonely boy with no friends, and his family environment does not seem to be very harmonious.

Although the family is very large, he is just a branch of it. Although he is famous on the surface, in fact, he is far away from the center and can easily be bullied.

"kindness……"

Zhao Guangli was in a daze, then shook his head and just continued to look down.

"I don't have friends. A withdrawn character like me won't have any friends."

"I don't need friends either."

"Having a pet can keep me company."

That's what the boy probably thought, but due to his strict upbringing, his parents didn't allow him to keep pets at all, so...

He secretly raised a mouse at home...

"Tsk, how should I put it? It's quite outrageous."

Zhao Guangli shook his head.

But seeing this in the diary, there is actually not much of a problem.

That mouse, as clearly stated in the diary, was an ordinary mouse.

It shouldn't be that fat and huge rat demon, right?

Zhao Guangli thought.

"As the mouse grows older, he is no longer afraid of me. When no one is at home, he will come out to play with me."

"I feel like I don't need friends anymore."

"The weather is very good today, so I decided to secretly take it out to bask in the sun."

"I have raised the mice very well, and their fur is very shiny. If anyone finds out, they will think I am crazy."

"I didn't."

"Where is it going? It looks like it's attracted to something."

"This is an underground waterway, should I go in?"

"It came out...it was taken out by a boy and carried by his hands."

"This is a boy with white hair. He looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same as me."

"His eyes were narrowed and he kept smiling at me."

"'Is this your pet?' He said: 'I fed it some meat.'"