When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

Li Shanren strolled along the narrow road that was wide enough for three people, and he seemed to be in a much better mood.

He didn't expect to find Melissa so easily. He was relieved of half of his worries. Now he just needed to find other people and they could work together to find a way to escape from the dream.

Although he also had the guess that "maybe I would be able to automatically get out of the dream after two days", it was just his own guess after all. In comparison, he wanted to find a way to actively get out of the dream rather than passively wait.

Beside him, Frye was weighing a small music box in his hand, his face looking a little heavy.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this music box?" Li Shanren, who was traveling nearby, noticed the serious look and couldn't help but ask.

He also promised the girl who took Melissa in that he would help find her parents, so he was more concerned about this matter.

Frye stared at the music box and said slowly, "The child just said that her father sometimes forgets his family, and this music box is needed to bring back his memory..."

"Is there any problem with this?" Li Shanren frowned. He also felt something was wrong.

Frye took a deep breath and continued, "Her father is Father Gascoigne, also a hunter, and a very experienced and powerful hunter. He has participated in countless hunts, which means that he must have triggered the Echo of Blood many times..."

"you mean......"

Li Shanren's eyes also became serious.

Frye had said before that triggering Blood Echo would certainly improve the hunter's abilities, but if it was triggered multiple times, it would likely make the hunter addicted to it, gradually losing his mind and becoming a crazy hunter who only knew how to hunt.

"Forgetfulness is one of the signs of being out of control, and it has reached the point where special items are needed to wake him up. Maybe he is on the verge of losing control." Frye said seriously.

However, he then shook his head and said, "I hope I'm just overthinking it."

"...Let's find the person first." Li Shanren said after a brief silence.

"Well, let's just follow the road. We haven't been there before," said Frye.

......

In the cemetery with low tombstones, the dull sound of axes chopping on flesh continued to be heard.

“Dol…dol…”

Under a dry old tree with a gas lamp hanging on it, a tall man wearing a round-brimmed hat swung a long-handled axe in his hand and chopped it down with force with a calm expression.

The sharp axe blade embedded itself deeply into the flesh, splashing fresh red blood and making the man's black leather jacket even darker.

“Huh….”

The tall man raised the axe and chopped it down again, as if he wanted to completely break the corpse into unrecognizable pieces.

At this time, at the entrance of the cemetery, two figures wearing long windbreakers and tricorne hats walked side by side.

Their footsteps were very light and cautious, but they were still noticed by the tall man.

The tall man took a deep breath, picked up the axe, raised his head and looked up at the orange-red and gray sky, his chest heaving.

"There are wild beasts everywhere. We can't kill them all. Even if we are... we will fall into them sooner or later..."

When the two people behind him were about seven or eight steps away from him, the tall man sighed, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

Then he turned around and looked at the two people who came to the cemetery.

Judging from their attire, these two men were undoubtedly also hunters who hunted out-of-control beasts in Yharnam. In a sense, they were his compatriots.

but......

"So, sooner or later, you two will become one of the beasts, including me, no one can escape this fate... In this case, what is the difference between hunting humans and beasts? These beasts that are rampant in the city and destroying everything are basically transformed humans..."

The tall man sneered at himself, and then he suddenly raised his left hand, revealing a double-barreled musket.

"boom!"

The next second, a hot and intense flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and countless bullets gushed out, turning into a barrage of bullets and shooting towards the two people opposite.

This is actually a shotgun that is extremely threatening in close combat? !

"Get out of the way!"

Frye reacted as soon as the other party raised his hand, and quickly pushed Li Shanren to the tombstone on the right, and then rushed to the group of tombstones on the left.

Li Shanren fell in front of the tombstone, using the thick tombstone to block most of the marbles. One or two of them hit him, leaving a noticeable dent in his windbreaker made of tough leather.

"Humph!"

The tall man snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, and mercilessly chopped down Li Shanren on the head with an axe that was four palms wide.

"Ping!"

Li Shanren held his long sword horizontally and held the axe tightly against his forehead. The axe blade was only a palm's width away from his forehead.

"Gascoigne, don't do it! Your daughter asked us to find you and your wife. She is very worried about you. You'd better go back to see her." Frye shouted from behind.

Hearing this news, the tall man turned his head slightly, glanced at Frye, and then, as if he had never heard of it, he raised the axe again, changed direction, and chopped down at Li Shanren's waist.

Seeing this, Frye could only poke Gascoigne's waist with his metal cane, trying to save Li Shanren first.

His metal walking stick is a weapon from the hunter's workshop. It looks like a metal stick about half a meter high, but the bottom is slightly sharp for easy stabbing. At the same time, because it is made of iron, the stick has a certain weight and can be used as a short stick.

There is a mechanism on the cane. When pressed and swung out, it will disintegrate into a long metal whip with blades on both sides. It can effectively attack the enemy while keeping a medium or long distance from the enemy.

Faced with the sneak attack, Father Gascoigne reacted quickly. He swung his axe and turned to chop at Frye. The speed was so fast that it even made a sound of breaking through the air.

On the other side, Li Shanren, who had gotten a chance to catch his breath, just stood up, but unexpectedly, Father Gascoigne took out the shotgun with one hand and pointed the black muzzle at his head.

If you get hit at close range, your head might really explode like a watermelon.

Li Shanren gripped the long knife tightly and thrust it without hesitation, stabbing Father Gascoigne in the chest.

I bet there's no bullet in your gun!

After all, Father Gascoigne was not seen reloading his ammunition, and this crude and backward shotgun did not look like it could fire two shots in a row.

"Peng——!"

Gunshots were heard and wisps of black smoke came out of the muzzle.

However, no marbles were shot out, as if there was only a loud noise, which scared Li Shanren and caused him to pause slightly.

Gascoigne used the axe in his right hand to knock away Fry's cane, then quickly retreated, putting some distance between him and the two men, looking at them unfriendly.

One on two was still a bit tricky for him.

"Gascoigne, wake up! We are not here to kill you." Frye shouted with his cane.

"If we don't kill them now, we will kill them later. What difference does it make? We are just a bunch of poor creatures trapped in a cage... You and me are already beyond help."

Gascoigne sneered, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"From the moment we were stained with blood, we were no longer human..."

"I don't want to discuss this with you," Frye shouted. "I just want to ask, where is your daughter? Where is your wife? Are they not important anymore?"

After that, he took out the music box and quickly turned the spring.

Melodious and peaceful music slowly floated out of the small box.

Hearing the music, Gascoigne's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head, covered his head and roared in pain as the music played.

Seeing this scene, Frye's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

Even though Gascoigne had just answered questions and seemed quite normal, in his current state, the old hunter was indeed on the verge of losing control.

"Only hunters who are about to lose control will fall into pain because of old things, because they are gradually no longer their original selves." Frye said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his cane slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the metal cane turned into a long whip with a cold and sharp glow.

"There's nothing we can do. A hunter out of control will only end up with one fate..."

Frye turned his head and looked at Li Shanren with a solemn look.

"He must be freed."

Just as he finished speaking, Gascoigne on the other side suddenly dropped the long-handled axe and shotgun in his hands, straightened his chest, and looked up at the sky with his whole body shaking violently.

"Uhhh-!!!"

The next second, his body suddenly swelled up, bursting through the tough leather coat, and his round-brimmed hat fell to the ground.

The gray hair grew out like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, quickly covering his bearded face. His originally tall body increased to more than two meters in height in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe...blood, do you smell the scent of blood? I...I hear them singing to me...Give me all the blood in your body..."

Gascoigne, who had transformed into a werewolf in the blink of an eye, covered his face and laughed tremblingly in a deformed and rough voice.

"Do it quickly!"

Frye shouted solemnly, then swung his whip at the werewolf.

The sharp whip hit the werewolf's sturdy body, but only left shallow scars.

Li Shanren's eyes moved. It was the first time he saw such a rough process of transforming from a human into a wolf.

"Is this what is called bestiality?" he thought to himself.

Feeling the pain, the werewolf roared, and rushed towards Frye in his tattered leather coat, not afraid of the pain.

Frye pulled out a musket from his waist with his left hand, and shot the werewolf the moment it attacked him.

"boom!"

The werewolf, whose attack was interrupted by pain, half-knelt on the ground.

Frye took the opportunity to slide closer, freed his right hand, and fiercely grabbed the opponent's abdomen.

At this moment, his hand seemed to have turned into some kind of weapon and penetrated directly into the werewolf's flesh and blood. Then, it seemed as if he had grabbed something and pulled it out forcibly.

"Tear--"

Frye tore off a large piece of flesh fiercely, his expression ferocious, like a demon.

The werewolf was hit hard by this blow, and immediately let out a wail and fell to the ground.

"Now!" Frye shouted.

Li Shanren held a long knife in his hand, quickly climbed over two tombstones, stepped to the side of the werewolf, gripped the knife handle with both hands, and stabbed straight down.

The sharp long knife broke the werewolf's throat and pierced it completely.

However, despite suffering such injuries, the werewolf transformed by Father Gascoigne was not dead yet and was struggling violently with his hands.

"Back off first!"

Frye gave a loud warning, then quickly stood up and retreated.

Seeing this, Li Shanren quickly stepped aside.

The werewolf slowly climbed up from the ground, with the long knife still stuck in his neck. He stared at Frye in front of him with bloodshot eyes, spread his legs, and rushed towards the hunter like a gust of wind.

However, he had only run halfway when his steps became slower and slower, and he finally fell to the ground and could not move anymore.

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Thanks to Pencil Core 1, Yuanxing., Shuai Ke from Gucheng, Jiang Bei from Guyuehe, 〈⊙_⊙〉, Guheiheihe, Username, Liujiefa from Elong Valley, This Life is More Crazy, Anninben 242, and Shenmugui from Zhatianbang for their rewards!

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