Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

He planned to take some materials from the ghoul.

To be more precise, it was the gland of the ghoul.

It could extract poison extract.

And the poison extract could be used with other materials to make sword oil.

Sword oil, as the name implies, is the oil applied to the sword.

Different types of sword oil can cause additional damage to the corresponding types of monsters.

It is very helpful to improve the immediate combat power of the demon hunter.

For example, the combination of venom extract and celandine and bear fat can be made into ghoul bio-oil.

After applying this sword oil on the sword, it can add extra damage when dealing with monsters such as ghouls.

Of course, venom extract can also be used to make potions, but that's another story.

Dick squatted down, put the sharp side of the dagger to the corner of the ghoul's mouth, and then slashed it hard to one side. The sound of the knife cutting butter sounded, but it was not as smooth as that, because the muscles on the ghoul's face were tied.

Dick stopped when he reached a certain place. He found a small dark red piece of meat and repeatedly cut it with the dagger to cut off the block of meat from the gland.

This gland was like chewed meat, and lymph and blood vessels could be seen on it.

Ordinary people would feel nauseous and want to vomit when seeing this scene, but Dick didn't care because it was a good material for making venom extract.

After carefully putting the gland into his waist bag, Dick stood up and thought for a while:

When fighting with the ghoul before, he used the magic trap seal, but the range of the novice-level magic trap was too small.

If the ghoul was not mentally retarded, it might have escaped long ago.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and the energy points on the panel instantly disappeared by 100 and turned into 10 points.

And [Magic Trap] also changed from [Novice Level] to [Proficient Level].

The biggest change after the magic trap was upgraded was that the radius changed from the original 2 meters to 5 meters, and the duration was also longer.

A moment later, he found the body of Ms. Rose, who was wearing a coarse cloth skirt, according to what the servants of Odinburg had said before.

At this time, the flesh on her cheeks had disappeared a little, which should have been caused by the gnaws of corpse-eating creatures or wild wolves. Even the cloth on her body was torn, and one of her arms had been completely lost. Only some hard-to-gnaw muscles were left attached to the surface of the bones.

Dick only took a look and didn't look at it anymore.

This is a poor woman.

He found the rags of linen that had been prepared long ago, wrapped her body, and tied it tightly with a rope.

Then he carried the body, came to the horse, and put it on the horse's back.

Then he rode on the horse's back and drove the horse back to Odinburg.

…

From a distance, the gate of Odinburg was wide open, and Dick drove his horse directly into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Coby, Little Odin, and Xia were all here, and there were a few more people.

Baron Odin III, with a big beard, a fat figure, and wearing full armor, was standing here, with several guards guarding him behind him.

"Witcher, have you found the body of that woman?"

Odin III spoke, his voice was deep and loud.

"Baron Odin, the body has been found."

Dick got off the horse gently, carried the body down and placed it on the ground.

"Then this troublesome matter will finally be solved." Odin III pressed his cheek and temple in some distress.

"Can we get rid of her now?" Then he looked at the witcher again.

"She will not appear until 8 o'clock in the evening."

"Before that, we can build a bonfire in front of the door of the maid's house."

"At 8 o'clock, light the bonfire and burn the body."

"After that, the vengeful spirit will appear on the flesh of the bonfire and then disappear with the flames."

"Great, it's finally over. I didn't expect you to be so professional. "Baron Odin said with approval.

At this moment, Little Odin rushed over and knelt down in front of Rose's body wrapped in sackcloth.

His face was full of bitterness, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to open the rag.

Dick hurriedly stopped him: "Young Master Odin, I suggest you don't open it, because her body has been damaged beyond recognition by those monsters."

Hearing this, Little Odin slowly stood up, then turned his back, wiped his face vigorously, and then looked back at the witcher.

Dick noticed that his eyes were red.

"Thank you, witcher."

"You're welcome, this is my duty. "Dick said in a deep voice.

"Ah..."

Odin III sighed, as if he wanted to say something to his son, but little Odin did not walk to his side, just stood there.

Seeing this, Odin III did not say much.

Time soon came to the evening, Odin III stared at the exquisite pocket watch in his hand, and when the pointer was pointing to 8 o'clock, he waved his other hand gently.

The two soldiers had received orders to light the fire, and at the same time, the broken body of Ms. Rose was also burned.

Everyone gathered around the fire, staring at the hut, quietly waiting for the appearance of the night spirit.

Dick reminded: "I suggest you all step back a little, just in case."

"What else can happen?" Odin III interrupted: "Hurry up and solve this matter.

"Our soldiers are not afraid, they are not afraid of a ghost.

"On the battlefield, I encountered enemies more terrible than ghosts."

Seeing this, Dick did not say more, he had said all the reminders, just staring at the maid's door.

Suddenly, with his sharp senses as a demon hunter, Dick felt the changes inside the door. It seemed that there was something extremely oppressive about to break out.

Dick thought to himself:

This situation seems to be a little wrong.

Logically, when the body is burned, the resentment of the ghost will decrease, and then she will slowly fall into the embrace of the flames and enter reincarnation.

But why do I always feel that this atmosphere is getting more and more oppressive?

And the people on the side also felt that the atmosphere was wrong. They only felt that the temperature around them was getting lower and lower, and finally it was so low that goose bumps stood up on their bodies.

Coby turned his head to look at the demon hunter, just wanting to ask why this happened.

With a "click", the door broke open.

Looking through the broken door, the dimness inside the room was revealed, and the darkness seemed to swallow everything.

Even Dick couldn't see anything inside with his demon hunter senses.

Then, a pale dead tree slowly grew out of the darkness.

Then there was a floating figure. The previous one was not a dead tree, but the claws of the night demon.

It was skinny, with disheveled hair and rags, floating in the air, with black mist all around it.

Dick quickly warned, "Get back quickly."

In a moment, the night spirit screamed and rushed towards the nearest soldier.

The soldier yelled and raised his sword to cut forward, but he didn't hit anything.

The spirit went straight through his body, but there was no sign of collision on the surface.