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Ignore the cry of the little wolf girl.

The witcher stepped on her thin body, pointed the witcher gun at Vivian's head, and said in a low voice.

"Wolf cub, didn't your clan tell you that the witcher's bullets are not so easy to catch."

"Ow~"

Under the witcher's feet, the little wolf girl kept attacking the witcher's boots with her slender arms. The little wolf girl struggled with her body and let out a weak roar from her mouth.

What happened in the forest.

If it were any other place, it would definitely attract a group of self-righteous people.

However, looking at the little wolf girl being controlled by the witcher, Amanda just frowned and quickly adjusted her mind.

After all, this seemingly weak child who was trampled on by the witcher was not really weak.

On the contrary, she is actually a terrifying monster who can take a bullet hard and knock an adult male out with ease.

Even this weak appearance in front of him might just be a disguise used by the other party to hide his eyes and ears and deceive sympathy.

He took a deep breath and stopped looking at the little wolf girl who was crying and struggling at the feet of the witcher.

Amanda looked up at Geralt in front of her, and immediately said, "If our investigation is correct, her mother should be dead."

Hearing Amanda's explanation, the witcher Geralt looked down at the little wolf girl under his feet.

"It turned out to be a wolf cub who was forced to live in isolation."

His gaze fell on Vivienne's green eyes, and Geralt's eyes flashed an inexplicable look.

However, in the next instant, the expression on his face returned to his original indifferent attitude.

As a battle-hardened witcher, he naturally wouldn't commit such stupid things as sympathizing with his prey.

On the hunting gun, mysterious runes began to flash.

"Say hello to your mother for me, wolf cub."

As Geralt's voice fell, the runes on the Demon Hunting Gun in his hand shone a little more.

However, just when the witcher wanted to pull the trigger and reunite the little wolf girl and the mother and daughter.

An inexplicable heart palpitations suddenly emerged in Geralt's heart.

Stopping his shooting, the witcher turned his head to look at the Devil's River Forest behind him, with a solemn expression.

In the depths of the silent forest, he felt an unprecedented dark power spreading from it.

This power is strange and evil, and it is extremely rare even in Geralt's career as a witcher.

Under the sight of the witcher, everything around the forest became distorted and weird. The straight growing trees showed a twisted posture with their claws and claws. They were intertwined in a strange way, like a grotesque scene in a nightmare, and in this twisted In the depths of the forest, Geralt saw a tall, thin figure over two meters tall, wearing a suit, with a black hat on his head showing only sharp teeth, holding a twisted umbrella, walking with twisted steps, crookedly. Came out from the depths of the forest.

The twisted figure is strange and unusual, even if it is just the touch of his eyes, Geralt has a crazy feeling of being twisted in his heart.

"Everyone, close your eyes and don't look at it!"

Gritting his teeth, he turned the hunting gun in his hand to aim at the tall and thin figure walking out of the forest, and the hunting gun hoarsely reminded everyone behind him.

Hear the hoarse cry of the witcher.

Amanda closed her eyes without hesitation.

Although she lost her vision, Amanda could still clearly hear all the movements around her.

Subconsciously clenching the pistol, the cold touch in her hand not only did not change her sense of security, but instead made Amanda feel even more uneasy.

"what--"

In his ears, a shrill scream rang out.

In the direction that Amanda's eyes were closed, a small town policeman was too late to close his eyes.

His eyes met the distorted figure that appeared in the forest.

The next second, under the terrified eyes of the town police, he saw that his fingers began to bend, and an invisible force pulled his fingers to make a twisted turn.

"No, no, no!"

Looking at his twisted fingers, the town policeman shook his head in fear and pleaded bitterly.

However, the twisting did not stop because of his plea.

Click, click, click!

In a series of terrifying sounds of bone shattering, the town policeman's head was twisted behind him, his eyes bulged, and his body was twisted into a weird appearance.

Thick blood sprayed out from the twisted flesh, and a large number of broken white bones were faintly visible under the blood-red muscles.

"Damn!"

Looking at the twisted corpse of the town policeman, the expression on the witcher's face became a bit ugly.

Just looking at each other will be distorted.

Such a bizarre power, even in Geralt's point of view, is quite troublesome.

With twisted steps, he stopped in front of the witcher.

The tall and thin figure twisted his neck, bent his waist in a weird and twisted posture, and looked at the little wolf girl Vivian at the foot of the witcher~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your purpose is a wolf cub? ! "

Sensing the target the lanky figure's gaze was looking at, the witcher said in a hoarse voice.

"..."

Facing Geralt's questioning, the tall and thin figure did not respond at all, but kept a silent, twisted posture.

However, it was just such a silence.

The Demon Hunter felt the enormous pressure, and looked down at the Demon Hunting gun in his hand, the runes on the gun became dim and distorted.

"..."

Inwardly, he weighed the possibility of surviving under the continued confrontation.

The witcher had to back down.

There is no doubt that he is no longer a hunter now.

Lifting up the boots she stepped on the little wolf girl, she stepped back slightly.

Under the gaze of the witcher, the lanky figure's still body began to move. It stretched out the twisted umbrella in its hand and used the umbrella handle to gently touch the little wolf **** the ground.

The next second, Geralt's vision distorted.

The little wolf girl who was still lying on the ground dying appeared on the umbrella handle of the lanky figure.

The slender, pale palm grabbed the tip of the umbrella and pressed the hat on his head in the direction of the witcher.

Immediately afterwards, the tall and thin figure turned around and walked on twisted footsteps, disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

With the departure of the distorted figure, the distorted trees around them also returned to their original straight appearances, and the repressive and distorted power that filled the forest also dissipated.

"Hoo~"

Looking back from the direction where the figure disappeared, the witcher let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, Geralt realized that the cigar in his mouth had long since been extinguished.