After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Romani Akiman once again became a salted fish who could not resist on the hospital bed, but this time, it seemed that there was not so much horror.

Amidst the thick bloody smell, there was a sweet fragrance of flowers coming with the wind, but immediately after, the barrel of the gun poked hard in the throat shattered the bloody and charming atmosphere in the clinic.

"Woooo-"

The young man narrowed his eyes in pain, the red corners of his eyes soaked with rational tears, his throat moved up and down, and the violent coughing was blocked in the trachea, so that the other party was under the pain that could not be relieved. Trembling slightly.

The white-haired huntress remained unmoved, but slightly let go of her trachea.

"Did Cainhurst send you here?" the huntress asked slowly, "Nod if yes, shake your head if no."

Of course, the strange young man shook his head slightly, with a pair of watery green eyes, like emeralds washed by water, who answered her.

"Woooo-"

I don't have me, don't talk nonsense!I really came from Chaldea!

"Do you think I will believe it?" The huntress' voice was even colder, as if a poisonous snake was hissing a letter, "A stranger from other places, who has not even had blood therapy, met me for the first time. , just called out that surname accurately... Do you think I will be deceived by such a clumsy lie?"

Now, the head of Chaldea's medical department has only one thought on his mind:

Cainhurst you pit me!Wish me good luck, I was almost killed by you in the past ahhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Having said that, as Solomon, once known as the "King of Wisdom", Romani was still not ready to give up his own way of self-help. He tried his best to move his arm that was numb from being bound for a long time, and compared his fingertips to the warm and soft part. Gestures.

The huntress' haughty and sinister expression suddenly became a little weird, and a light pink appeared on her pale cheeks.

Don't think about it, it's not because of shyness, but because of anger.

……

Romani felt that he was definitely going to die, and he didn't even need any other superfluous reasons.

Just the fact that he's scribbling on the pretty witcher ("Cainhurst") across the way is enough to warrant a death sentence.Even if he wrote his justification on the leather jacket on the waist and abdomen of "Cainhurst", the sentence could not be reduced.

A certain old hand who had been among thousands of flowers and never touched his body froze his body, waiting hopelessly for the pistol to be pulled the trigger.

Obviously only a moment passed, but he felt that time seemed to have passed for thousands of years.

The strange huntress stared at him with a complicated expression, and then withdrew the barrel of the gun stuck in her throat.The tightly fitted upper bodies were also separated. The white-haired huntress took out another handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood stains on the gun barrel.

"I will take your sophistry for a moment, stranger. Now, prove to me that you have nothing to do with Cainhurst."

"Wow-"

The pink-haired youth bowed and retched.

……

"It's indeed the first time for me to come here, and it's the first time I even heard of the name of Yanan Town. I was originally in Chaldea, but later I accepted someone else's entrustment, so I came here to find a 'Cain Hess' Special' people, otherwise I would have stayed at home and eaten cake!"

Romani carefully organized his words while observing the expression of the white-haired huntress.

After hearing the term "Cainhurst", the other party's mental state seemed to be unstable. His jewel-like red eyes flashed fiercely from time to time, and he repeatedly wiped the gun like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. It made him terrified.

Fortunately, "Cainhurst" calmed down in the end.

"Tell me, who on earth did you hear that name from?"

When the white-haired huntress said this, she was pouring a bottle of colorless viscous oily liquid onto the floor.

The two corpses that had lost their temperature made a loud hissing sound and a lot of irritating smoke when they came into contact with the liquid. The flesh and blood swelled together with the fragile wooden floor, and then turned into a pile of black charcoal object.The huntress stomped her foot lightly, and the corroded floor immediately shattered, and together with the pile of unrecognizable coke, they fell into the bottomless abyss.

Romani Akiman couldn't help swallowing, and the ferocity of the huntress was once again refreshed in his heart.

"I can't tell you her exact name, but she looks a lot like you, and when I met her, she was alone."

"Like me? Alone?" The white-haired huntress showed a look of astonishment, followed by disbelief, "Could it be Maria? No, that's impossible. When she died, I buried her with my own hands. How is it possible to be alive? If not her, then who is it?"

"Are you lying to me?"

The white-haired hunter turned his head dangerously, the white feathers carefully pinned to the brim of his hat trembled in the wind.

Romani: "No, no, no, absolutely nothing, everything I said is true! 100% true!"

……

"Cainhurst" grabbed the young man by the collar and lifted him up with one hand, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Now I know that you are not a spy sent by Cainhurst, but I am a little curious about how you came from such a long distance."

"why?"

"Because there, even the slave who wipes the floor is better than you." In order to enhance the credibility, the huntress even carried him around twice, "You are simply a noble young master, with delicate skin and tender flesh all over your body." It's completely the best food for werewolves. Are all the monsters on the road blind? They didn't even swallow the fat in their mouths."

Romani: ...I don't know whether you are praising me or scolding me.

"Also, I don't know where you heard that last name, and never say it, in front of me or anyone else. Just call me Evelyn."

"I'll remember."

……

With a bang, the young man who had been tortured by reality finally touched the not-so-solid floor and sat down exhausted.

When the mind was relaxed, the noisy sounds from outside flooded in. There was the sound of horses' hooves stepping rapidly across the stone slabs, the crackling of grooms whipping their whips, the sharp whistles for maintaining order, and countless roars and curses. Finally, a loud gunshot started even greater chaos.

The dense gunshots like fried beans rang out all the time, and just listening to them with ears would make the whole person feel terrified.He leaned over to the half-sealed window and looked out from the gap between the planks. The scene on the street immediately shocked the young man's heart.

The streets that should have been quiet and peaceful have completely lost order.

Men, women and children, each with their luggage on their backs, huddled together like sardine cans, desperately running in one direction, and even the nobles hiding in the four-wheeled carriages ordered the grooms to whip the horses without any scruples, even if they overwhelmed the crowd in front of them, they showed no mercy.The thugs armed with guns raised their guns and fired at will. Every time a person fell in front, they couldn't wait to squeeze into the vacant gap.Even the poor, who had neither identity nor weapons, raised axes and pitchforks to beat each other not to be outdone.

Due to the narrowness of the street, some people even had the idea of ​​climbing over the railing to take a shortcut, but in the end they were pierced alive by the sharp spear point at the top of the railing.

A few priests in white and black robes stood by the side of the road, blowing their whistles to maintain order, but they did nothing.The fleeing crowd completely ignored them, shrouded in panic and rushing towards a certain place.Several petite female priests were almost brought down by the surging crowd and trampled into meat paste. It was only when a giant with heavy shackles on his feet came out dragging a large iron ball that he managed to calm down the scene.

It wasn't until a stray bullet from nowhere hit the window frame that Romani had to give up observing.The huntress, who was immersed in the darkness, gave a sinister smile, and looked at him with pity:

"You can send me a letter whenever you want, why do you have to rush at this time?"

"When is this time? Where are they going to flee?"

"Hmph, they can't go anywhere." The huntress hiding in the darkness changed her posture and began to wipe her weapon obsessively again, "Cursed soul and blood, will forever linger in this endless battle." In the hunting night of reincarnation."

As long as Yanan's blood is still flowing, even if he escapes, where can he escape?

"Hunting night?"

Romani suddenly felt a little cold, and had an extremely ominous premonition.

"Yes, the night of hunting." Evelyn looked at the bewildered young man maliciously and mockingly, "The almost endless night, the carnival feast of hunters and beasts, until the sacrifices on the altar are enough, Only the gods will be merciful, and let the rest of the people stay humble."

"The last time a hunting night happened decades ago, almost half of the people in the city died. In the end, the old Yharnam had to be purged with a fire, and the whole town was abandoned. Now, even the new Yharnam is scattered around There is a plague of beasts."

"You, what a pity, why did you come on the eve of the hunting night?"

……

"Evelyn, since you said that the last hunting night is over, then this hunting night can also end, right?"

Romani was still a little bit unwilling to give up. The reason why he transferred his spirit son was to find Isis, and he just dropped in on the way for Cainhurst.If the hunting night continues endlessly, how can he find the missing No. 1 Master of Group A, and what will happen to Chaldea?

The huntress raised her eyebrows coldly.

"Don't think so much, outsider, you should think about what you will do at night? In the ritual of hunting night, most people will become sacrifices and put on the altar, and you may not be an exception that person."

"Ahaha, maybe there will be a miracle?"

The pink-haired youth seemed to be avoiding the topic easily, but he was actually scratching the floor sullenly.

From the strange old man being hunted by the werewolf, to the werewolf being headshot by the hunter, and he being suppressed by the huntress, all these things happened only in the blink of an eye, and the blood all over the ground has not even solidified.

No, maybe it's not a matter of too little time.

Romani reached out and picked up a small drop of water. The dark red blood drop did not immediately stain the white gloves red, but shrank inward, forming a ball that neither soaked down nor dried up.The left hand was also spread out, a piece of condensed fine crystals shone on the somewhat dirty glove, and there were even fine pieces of meat hanging in the gap.

These are all things he extracted from a pool of uncorrupted blood, and they are [-]% human.But in the world he lived in, it was a fantasy that human blood would produce crystals.

Does the "blood therapy" mentioned by the weird old man have anything to do with this?

And hunt night... Damn, having human emotions doesn't necessarily make the right choice in every situation!

Romani rolled up his sleeves subconsciously, wanting to report the situation to Chaldea, then rubbed his eyes in astonishment, and rolled up his sleeves a little more.

The result is still the same, the communicator that was supposed to be worn on the wrist mysteriously disappeared.

The author has something to say:

I saw the comments saying that it is good to let Guda clear the black soul and let Roman pass the blood.Thinking about letting Roman wear hunter leather armor to fight against the old king, I am a little excited