Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Bang!"

At this moment, a cloud of blue mist suddenly erupted around the figure who fell to the ground, but in an instant, thick smoke enveloped most of the room.

puff!

The bullet seemed to hit something hard, and then there was a crashing sound from the window not far away.

As the glass shattered, it seemed that something broke through the window and fell to the ground.

Henrik had already stood up, he didn't even aim, the muscles in his arms twitched, and he fired two shots in a row.

Kaka!

The sound of the collision made Henrik's face change, and he obviously missed the real target.

Roar!

Henrik's pupils shrank as the stench of a loud roar came, and most of the bookshelves in the blue smoke whistled towards him.

Henrik quickly dodged to one side, and even while dodging, he still fired two shots in a row, sealing the space around the bookshelf.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of the plank breaking, a figure rushed out at an extremely fast speed, but his target was not Henrik, who was still dodging to one side, but the door that opened not far away.

And Roger standing at the door!

All this happened too fast. It took only a few seconds from Roger entering the room to the figure rushing towards him, and Roger hadn't even reacted at this time.

Seeing someone rushing in front of him, he subconsciously pulled out a short knife, instead of blocking, he assumed an offensive posture!

A stab with huge lethality of the Elf Short Sword.

By rushing forward with the body, the thigh and waist exert force, and the short knife is sent into the opponent's heart at a very fast speed!

In the dark, Roger couldn't see the other party's appearance, but he saw a pair of beast-like pupils in the electric light and flint.

But at this moment, a roar came.

"Get out of the way!"

"Flash away!!"

A flower flashed before his eyes, and afterimages flashed. Hearing Henrik's voice, Roger didn't have time to think. It was too late for the short knife in his hand to change his moves.

In the next second, a violent force was passed along the blade!

collapse!

Click!

The short knife in his hand cracked, and Roger flew out like a scarecrow, slamming his body against the wall in the distance.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Roger was so frightened that he was sweating coldly. At that moment, he just subconsciously obeyed his body's instinct.

If the reaction was a little too slow, or if his judgment was wrong, then Roger was already a corpse at this time.

Roger is now stronger than when he was on the island, but even so, he was almost killed in a single encounter.

Moreover, the other party was shot by Henrik just now.

"How are you?!"

Henrik shouted loudly.

"It's a little off."

Before Roger could finish speaking, he saw Henrik clenched his pistol and followed.

After hesitating for a moment, Roger clenched his teeth and followed him.

Rushing down from the second floor, Henrik saw Roger who was following behind him, his expression changed, "What are you doing here, are you making trouble?"

"I don't follow you. What if the monster turns away and kills me?!"

Roger grumbled angrily.

"WTF!"

"Why are you so afraid of death?"

"You only have one life, aren't you afraid?" No matter what Henrique said, Roger made up his mind to follow him.

In previous life movies, there were quite a lot of people who were called Tiger Lishan to death. Roger felt that it was better to be cautious.

The strength of this monster is indeed strong today, but Roger felt that as long as he gave himself a little time to improve his physical fitness and fighting skills, the next time he faced off, he might not know who would kill him.

"Follow you if you can!"

Henryk said angrily,

Speed ​​up.

A few minutes later, looking at the empty and quiet street, Henrik helplessly stopped.

"Cunning things, just a little bit!"

"Can't catch up, that guy ran away."

"Let's go back."

Not long after, the two returned to the manor again.

Sherman's manor was relatively remote, and there were no other residents around, and Henrik's muzzle was installed with a silencer, so when they returned to the manor, what happened here was still unknown to the outside world.

There was a big hole in the window, and the snow-white curtains were pulled by the night wind and floated in the air. From a distance, they looked like floating ghosts.

Only then did Roger notice the smell of blood in the room.

Beside the desk near the fireplace, Sherman's right hand was propped on the table, the dagger in his hand ran through his neck, blood dripped down his chest, and condensed into a large pool on the ground.

He opened his eyes wide in horror, his eyes filled with doubt, surprise and despair before his death.

"He was killed during the attack?" Roger was a little unsure.

"But the look in his eyes... doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?"

Henrik found a hidden compartment behind the fallen bookshelf, pulled out a few hand pricks from it, and Roger's eyes swept over to notice the striking triangle on the title page.

"Sure enough, it is the guy of the three Holy Spirits, and it seems that there is another internal strife."

Henryk rummaged through his hands.

"I found it, it really is him."

He handed Roger a piece of paper, "Looking back, do you have any impressions?"

Roger looked at the symbols and words above, and was a little unsure for a while. He only glanced at it, and the flames burned most of it.

"I'm not sure."

Henrik analyzes the ritual at hand.

"What's going on, I'll try it tomorrow to find out."

"try what?"

Roger asked.

Henrik smiled, but did not answer.

"Clean up the traces we left, and leave the rest to the police."

"To the police?"

"Why not?" Henrik yawned.

"It's fortunate that there's no one else in the house, otherwise we'd be in big trouble."

After erasing some unnecessary traces, the two returned to the original road and left the manor. After this tossing, most of the night has passed.

Roger still felt a little weird until he lay on the bed.

He always wanted to find a chance to get close to Sherman, and then find out the truth of the matter, but the sudden turn made Roger difficult to accept.

All indications are that Sherman was the mastermind of the beast attack, and now that he is dead, it seems that it is all over.

What about tonight's mystery man?

Sherman's accomplice...

still?

Roger was startled and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Is it Ivy?

"That woman is so strong?!"

Fortunately, Henrik was with him tonight. If he had sneaked into Sherman's manor, tsk tsk, it would have been a lot of fun.

With ups and downs, without continuing to meditate, all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and Roger fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, Andreen knocked on Roger's door, and she handed Roger a few banknotes.

"You guys will go to the restaurant in the street for dinner later. I have something to do, so I can't take you off."

After a few words of advice, Andreen left in a hurry. Looking at the direction, she seemed to be planning to go to Sherman's manor.