Demon Hunter and His Hut

Although the temperature in the marsh night had dropped a little, it was still a bit sultry. He dragged the awkward water ghost to the shore, and Roger looked around carefully.

Then he drew out the short knife, took off some parts of the water ghost, and put these things away. Roger found a few stones from the shore and stuffed it along the water ghost's broken belly.

Finally, the corpse was sunk to the bottom of the lake.

After doing all this, he returned to the sheath and walked towards the distant light.

The surroundings were dark, and Roger didn't know where he was dragged by the water ghost along the way, so he had to find a way to get back to Danielle's house as soon as possible.

I'm afraid that woman will run away late.

But to be honest, Roger really didn't know how he should face her. Perhaps the shot he subconsciously shot on the back of her head just revealed his thoughts.

Pour out the water in his boots, Roger walked along, the light in the distance seemed very close, but this time, the distance was a little far away.

Before he could get closer, there was a burst of weird reading. Roger was taken aback. He suddenly remembered the weird text he heard his mother read yesterday at Travis's house.

"It sounds the same."

Through the bushes, Roger saw a group of people.

"what?"

I remember that when I left Travis's house, a group of people was walking towards the depths of the swamp in a cluster.

"Could it be those guys?"

"What are they doing in the woods so late?"

In that gathering place, the black people living have tribal ancestry, and Roger has no other ideas about these traditions.

However, the circle in Travis's house, his decomposed body, and the prophet mentioned by Travis's mother gave Roger some bad premonitions.

He subconsciously let go of his steps and leaned forward slowly.

A group of people held up torches, shining a clearing like daylight.

The person kneeling on the ground wore clothes made of black feathers, and his face was painted with oil paint, with a dull expression.

In the dark woods, this scene does look a little weird.

Moving his eyes lightly, Roger noticed the two figures standing in the middle of the crowd, and his pupils shrank slightly.

A familiar face came into view.

"Betty?!"

"Why is she?"

Reminiscing about the series of changes after Amanda returned to Bay Town, Roger had some faint guesses.

"She must have seen something here."

Seeing the situation in front of him, if someone tells Roger that these people are just marching and gathering, Roger will definitely spit on each other's face without hesitation.

I also learned some knowledge from Henrik. The battle in front of me is a typical voodoo ceremony.

It was more than a star and a half better than the one that Hannum used to display.

The chanting of the crowd grew louder and louder, all the syllables converged, and when it reached the climax, everyone scratched their hands with daggers at the same time.

Press the blood-stained palm on the ground.

Roger only noticed at this time that on the ground where they knelt was a large group of vines entwined.

The middle-aged woman standing next to Betty opened her hands, her eyes became pale, and she was chanting something, as if she was getting in touch with a certain existence.

Betty fell to her knees.

In the palm of her hand is a heart that is close to decay.

"Return to Spirit!"

Betty shouted loudly, and then a scene that surprised Roger appeared.

A floating spirit body emerged from the heart. Although it was a little far away, Roger could still tell the identity of the other party at a glance.

"Travis!"

"Is that woman a so-called prophet?"

"What are they going to do with Travis's soul?"

A black mist appeared out of thin air and pressed Travis's soul into his heart, then Betty opened his mouth.

Swallow that rotten heart bit by bit!

Her face was covered with thick blue veins, and her pupils were pale. This lively girl who once seemed to be full of youthful breath is now like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The chanting stopped, the vines on the ground seemed to have life, and the tiny branches were inserted into the wrists of the kneeling people around them.

The blood stained the green plants red, and some people around had fainted due to excessive blood loss.

But at this moment, Betty's face suddenly changed after eating the entire heart, her abdomen bulged, and the heart **** she had just eaten vomited fiercely.

The scene looked extremely permeating.

It's like a person spit out his internal organs alive.

The heart scum spurted out and fell on the ground, but it condensed into a small person the size of a skull.

Then these pieces of meat shrank inward as if they had life.

In the next moment, all the vines twisted and converged, entwining the scarlet villain layer by layer.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

A monster nearly two meters tall and composed entirely of green vines climbed up from the ground!

His appearance is close to a human shape, but his feet are like big trees, rooted on the ground, and his arms are extremely long.

At the tip are branches like a poisonous snake.

"Finally succeeded!"

The middle-aged woman let out a sigh, her figure shook slightly, and almost fell to the ground.

"We didn't need to be so complicated."

She "looked" at Betty, "It's all because of your choice."

"Now with its following, although you have only just started to practice, you are enough to deal with creatures below the extraordinary."

"Travis was carefully selected by us, but unfortunately he died a little earlier, otherwise he should be your best companion."

Betty's face had returned to normal, she didn't speak, just stepped forward and touched the green monster.

"It will become your most loyal servant."

"And as your strength increases, you become stronger."

"Your sacrifice has been responded to. Go to Bay Town. The divination gave us the message. There will be hope for our rise."

"If the so-called Saint Son is found, can I and it be able to subdue each other?"

Betty asked.

"No problem, the energy fluctuations that give back to me are very weak. This is a weak existence, but it is also our opportunity at the same time."

"Things are often not absolute, and sometimes there are big secrets hidden in some seemingly weak beings."

"Finding it~www.wuxiahere.com~ may help you become extraordinary."

"With a real witch, our identity will be recognized, and then we will be incorporated in this reshuffle."

"The rise of the tribe falls on you!"

Betty turned her head and looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help clenching her fists.

This is not the life she wants, but she has no other choice in front of her.

At this moment, the green monster's feet were pulled out of the ground, and the ceremony was completely completed.

"You can't fully control it yet, use your blood to establish contact with it, and then try to control it."

Betty nodded, pierced the center of her brows with her nails, and a little blood fell on her fingers.

Spot blood on the monster's forehead.

But at this moment, the green monster that hadn't moved around suddenly turned around and uttered a roar facing a certain direction in the bushes!