God-level Demon Hunter

The man's sweaty cheeks lost all color in the blink of an eye, and finally moved his lips unwillingly, kicked his legs and stopped breathing.

……

A pale corpse was pierced by densely intertwined branches, and stuck in mid-air ten feet (3 meters) above the ground.

As soon as the moonlight shone, a few pieces of bloody intestines slipped mischievously from the abdomen, swaying gently in the dense forest with the cold night wind...

Bits of blood spilled and were greedily absorbed by the land, and a sigh of satisfaction suddenly sounded in the deep night.

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"Huh..." Roy took a deep breath, got up sweating profusely, smoothed his crumpled clothes, and patted off broken leaves and grass stems.

"Having a nightmare?" The witcher sprinkled a few handfuls of soil into the sparkling bonfire to completely extinguish it, and then handed over a warm roasted rabbit leg.

"I just feel like someone is strangling my neck and I can't breathe." The boy grabbed the barbecue and took a bite viciously, wiped off the grease from the corner of his mouth, and comforted himself, "It should be because the weather is too cold, my body is sounding an alarm. "

"But this is the first time I've had a dream since I replaced most of my sleep with meditation..." Roy frowned, "It's still a nightmare."

"Fate is impermanent, and sometimes people will be warned in dreams. This is not a good omen, hurry up and finish eating, brat." The demon hunter glanced at the towering snow-capped mountains not far away, "We have to speed up and get over Mama. Hakan, I hope there will be no side effects."

……

The two walked for another half a day, crossing the trail to the west to the foot of Mahakam Mountain.

Looking up at this time, the top of the mountain has been completely hidden in the clouds, frost and snow, without a trace.

In front of my eyes, the late autumn wind made rows of tall pine trees bend their waists, their wheel-shaped branches swayed gently, and occasionally a grain of pine nuts fell to the ground.

There was a little boy in a blue cotton padded jacket walking through the forest like a bunny picking things up.

Roy and Roy were about to step forward to ask for directions, when suddenly a strong peasant woman rushed out of the forest, holding the child, turned his head and legs up and down, and slammed his buttocks.

"Running around...disobedient...being captured and eaten by ghosts...it's better to beat you to death now, you little bastard!"

"Wow...wow..."

Seeing this farce, both Roy and the witcher couldn't laugh or cry.

"Auntie, is the road leading to Mahakam ahead?"

"Who are you? I haven't seen you around!"

Hearing this, the peasant woman squinted at the two of them, and seeing that they were completely unfamiliar faces, she nervously held the crying boy in her arms, as if there was a scourge in front of her.

"Auntie, we are not human traffickers, what are you afraid of?" Roy smiled gently, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His appearance was unremarkable, and he was quite popular with women and children when he was in the Cadell House, so he wouldn't scare them, right?

The peasant woman didn't speak, and looked fearfully at the tall, bald witcher behind him.

Roy also looked back at Lei Suo, with a look of surprise on his face, and muttered a few words in a low voice, "The poker face, weird pupils, and ice-like temperament look quite bluffing."

He turned around and explained, "Auntie, have you heard of a witcher? If the witcher is not vicious, how can he suppress the monster? Don't worry, we will ask the way and leave as soon as we get the answer."

"Are you demon hunters?" The woman looked suspiciously at the two of them for a while, then suddenly picked up the child and ran away, looking back while running, kicking a stone on the way, staggering and almost falling, while in her arms The child "Wow wow wow" is more cheerful.

"Don't run!"

The two looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled in their hearts, and followed her slowly through the pine forest. A small village came into view amidst the curling white smoke.

Under the wooden sign marked "Sponsol", a man with a red nose and a felt hat led five or six honest village women to stand guard at the entrance of the village. Several half-grown boys and girls hid behind the women, showing With bright black eyes, he looked at the two of them shyly and curiously.

The rosacea-nosed man secretly glanced at the snake-shaped pendant on the demon hunter's chest, rubbed his hands with a fake smile on his face, and said enthusiastically, "If you two don't dislike it, why don't you eat in the village? It just so happens that something happened. I want to ask you all. Please come with us."

Chapter 36 The Dead Miner

Spangsol, located at the foot of Mahakam Mountain, has a total of no more than [-] households. Most of the young and middle-aged people did not engage in farming-related occupations, but instead joined the mines in the mountains run by dwarves as workers.

From generation to generation, this has continued for more than 50 years.

The buildings in the village are not like the civil structures in ordinary villages, but are made of various rich mineral stones, which are more solid and beautiful.

Roy sat on the carpet of the village chief's house, drank a bowl of thick soup stewed with dry vegetables, and touched his smooth chin.

"The witcher's business is really good. As soon as I left Edsberg, someone came to me before I had time to catch my breath."

"Cassili Village Chief, according to your statement, there have been four consecutive murders in the village in the past three months?"

The rosacea-nosed man who smiled apologetically nodded heavily, "Three unmarried young men have been dead for a while. The most recent deceased, Brady, was found dead a few days ago. He left two The child, a widow, can only rely on the village's relief for the rest of the day."

He sighed,

"Since the establishment of Spangsol, it has been more than 20 years since such a vicious murder occurred. The village was panicked. Everyone said that it was the ghosts in the mountains. Everyone was afraid that one day it would be their turn. .Please help us catch the real culprit, the reward is negotiable."

The demon hunter waved his hand, "The reward is not in a hurry, first of all, we need to know more information. Why are the village almost full of old and weak women and children when we entered the village just now? Where are the men going?"

Casili pointed to the sun outside the window, "At this time, everyone is still working in the mines in the mountains, and there are still four or five hours before get off work."

"With such a big event happening in the village, why don't you stay at home and take care of your mother-in-law and children and still have the mind to work?"

Roy was surprised, "Aren't the men afraid of accidents to their families?"

The village head touched his huge nose, and said with a helpless wry smile, "No way. I have already communicated with the adults in the mountains about the situation you mentioned. They have slightly reduced the daily working hours of the villagers, and everyone can get home before night falls. .And, they promised to catch the killer."

"But after all, I am not a professional. Three months have passed, and there is still no progress in catching the murderer. Now it seems that the monsters must be solved by demon hunters."

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with anticipation, and he looked at Lei Suo cautiously.

"Adults in the mountains?"

Roy savored this sentence, feeling a little strange.

As far as he knows, under the current social background, dwarves, elves and other ancient races are in an absolutely weak position compared to humans, but in Mahakam, the status of the two seems to be reversed.

Humans work in the mines of dwarves and call dwarves adults.

He could feel the reverence in the village head Casili's heart when he mentioned the dwarves.

"Could it be that the Great Elder Brovar Hogg of Mahakam is a tyrant?"

On the other side, Lei Suo followed the words of the village chief and asked without delay, "Now let's get to the point, we need to understand the general situation of these four deaths. For example, the cause of death..."

Casili said angrily, "As the village head of Spangsol, I rushed to the scene immediately and saw their deaths clearly, and I will never forget them for the rest of my life. Ghosts are a group of ferocious beasts!"

The man told the results of his observations,

The witcher and Roy were lost in thought.

"Dead in the mountains and forests, all of them had their abdomens cut open and placed on tall branches facing the earth. The corpses were pecked by birds and bitten by wild animals..."

The witcher cast a look at his partner, and Roy understood his meaning tacitly, and expressed his judgment,

"According to what you said, I'm almost sure that they definitely didn't die at the hands of ghosts as the villagers said!"

"Let me tell you clearly that under normal circumstances, ghosts don't run around and hurt people at will. They hate open mountains and forests, and prefer to occupy dark and narrow places such as tombs. The situation you describe seems... some kind of ancient priest , more clues...we need to examine the body of the deceased ourselves."

Roy looked at the village head with piercing eyes, and the latter was stunned for a moment before recovering.

"It wasn't made by ghosts... What is that thing?" He looked apologetic, "It's probably not possible to examine the corpses. Because they were afraid that the boys would be infected by ghosts...and become dirty things, the village burned...burned their bodies... Although doing so is a bit blasphemy to the dead, but there is no way, this is for more living people."

Roy was speechless for a while, feeling a little strange.After a while, he said with a complicated face,

"Who told you that ghosts can infect people? This thing is not a virus or a plague, how could it be contagious? You burned all the corpses, and it is difficult to continue the investigation."

Casili's expression froze.

"Who told you that everything was caused by ghosts in the first place?"

"The adults in the mountains."

Roy was thoughtful.

Lesso clapped his hands and stood up.

"Ordinary people don't understand monsters, so you don't have to be harsh on the little ghost. How about it, Village Chief Casili, take us around the village and collect clues along the way."

"Then this commission..."

"It is necessary to further understand before deciding whether to take over."

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When the two walked out of the village chief's gate, a group of village women and children who were paying close attention to the situation outside the house immediately looked away like frightened rabbits, pretending to be busy in a clumsy and panicked manner.

"Is this case very troublesome, Lei Suo, even you dare not take over?" Roy noticed the serious attitude of the demon hunter, and obviously felt that this commission might be difficult.

"Little ghost, didn't I tell you, don't meddle in commissions beyond your ability, especially a guy like you who has just learned a little bit and is careless." The demon hunter emphasized in a deep voice,

"First figure out what level your opponent is at, otherwise, you may not even know how you died..."

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Led by the village chief, the two went to the home of the latest dead Brady. A plainly dressed woman with a flushed face was waiting at the door early.

After the witcher revealed his identity to the woman, he asked bluntly,

"Is your husband behaving normally recently? Has there been any strange behavior or special instructions?"

The woman pondered for a moment with sad eyes, then shook her head dully.

"Then how popular is your husband in the village?"

"Brady's reputation has always been very good. No matter what happens to anyone's family, he will definitely rush to the front to help. Besides working in the mine, Brady is also good at hunting. Every time he hunts wild game and returns to the village, he will give everyone a point."

The village chief Casili added, "I can testify that her husband is very popular in the village. The three dead boys were young and vigorous and had some disputes with some villagers, but Brady had a gentle temper and never argued with others. , is the guy that everyone praises."

When the village woman heard this, she seemed to think of her husband's benefits again, and immediately covered her face and wept.

"Woo...Brady stayed in the mine for half a month and didn't come home. I didn't expect that the last meeting would be a farewell. I...I didn't even keep the body for him!"

Amidst the crying, two fleshy little guys rushed out of the door behind her. The little guys rushed over and hugged the woman's thigh tightly, and their mouths shrunk and began to cry after her.

"Oh, poor Tina and Jim, they lost their father when they were only five years old this year, how will they live in the future..."

The village chief couldn't help reaching out and gently stroking the boy's hair. The boy suddenly raised his face, wiped his tears with his dirty hands, and said to Roy with foggy eyes, "You...you...you Will the murderer be caught?"

At the same time, the mother and daughter also cast their gazes over.

Roy glanced at the witcher. There was no change on the latter's face. He could only take a deep breath of the throbbing in his heart under the air pressure, and stopped looking at the face like a little cat.

"Village chief, let's go to the homes of the other deceased..."

"The villagers often don't go home for ten days and a half months in the mountains?"

"Only Brady is working so hard. He's trying to save some money and send Jim to Edsberg's school."

"Is that so..."

There were no surprises in the following visits. The remaining three young deceased had simple interpersonal relationships. Even if they had a little trouble with the villagers on weekdays, it was completely out of reach to kill.

The witcher didn't even use the sign of Axii.

Roy also had a strong feeling that the murderer should not be human.

"Then take us to the nearest crime scene."

Chapter 37 The Beast That Drives

The place where Brady died was only two miles away from Spongsol. The three of them walked along the trail in the village for half an hour, and saw a dense and exuberant pine forest in the distance.

Most of the trees are hundreds of years old, and their height is more than forty years old. Looking up, the broad and thick umbrella-shaped branches and leaves are gathered together, luxuriantly covering the sun.

The ground under his feet was covered with a thick layer of dead branches and fallen leaves, and the smell of fermented soil and plant debris filled his mouth and nose. From time to time, a small animal poked its head out of the pine forest to take a look, and fled in panic to the depths of the forest. place.

"You two, the scene of the murder is in front of you, and there are still dried blood stains. I believe you can recognize it at a glance. I will wait here, and I will not accompany you."

According to the village chief Casili, the place where someone died is unlucky and will bring bad luck to people.

He had been to the scene once before, and this time he really didn't want to get close.

The two did not force it.

A long distance away, on the edge of the forest, among the rows of pine trees, there are a few particularly long branches that bend inward abruptly, forming a "spire" that is more than one person tall, and below them, covered with The ground of the fallen leaves was dyed reddish brown, and piles of flies were flying on the scattered pieces of meat and bones.

Fortunately, there was no rain in these three days, and traces of the murder scene were preserved.

As the two approached the scene further, human footprints were scattered on the ground, which should have been left by the villagers.In addition, there was a faint fishy smell in the nearby air.

Going further, there was a sudden humming sound in the quiet woods. Roy was startled, his body shook violently, arched his back like a frightened cat, and moved a few steps behind the witcher.

It's not that he's cowardly, it's just a strategic retreat, obviously there is a tall man in front, so don't overestimate your own small body.

"Relax, brat."