The Journey of the Demon Hunter

While thinking about what to say when meeting with her sister, Yusevka walked down the corridor on the second floor to the stairs leading to the bedroom on the third floor. If she poked her head out of the open window to take a look, she would see several patients who had survived the werewolf’s claws lying stumblingly under the wall outside the window, and she would also see the patients’ His eyes disappeared, his body was covered with altered knife wounds, and perhaps someone’s fingertips twitched slightly, and under them was the pit that Zelin had dug for other corpses not long ago. Yusevka would surely realize something. , But this is unrealistic, no one sees them until they are buried by the blowing dust, blending with the surrounding dusty stone platform weeds. These warning corpses fell behind the clinic, no one noticed and no one cares.

The faint light fell from the third floor room to the spiral staircase, and Yusevka stepped lightly and tiptoed towards the door. She can hear the voice inside. It must be her sister. She wants to give her a surprise. Although she does not know what her sister is doing inside, she will soon know that she will return the surprise she gave herself at the door. She...

Yusevka stood at the door and saw what was happening in the room on the third floor

The letters and books sent by my sister were scattered on the ground again, but this time I didn’t have a pair of gentle hands to pick them up again.

"It's impossible"

Zelin looked at Amelia, who was in a bad state. Originally, he thought that the other party's body temperature had risen only because of the wound problem. When he saw Dr. Yusefka, he treated the wound and took some anti-fever medicament, he would be safe, but now He found that he was wrong. He should have noticed something wrong with the silver-haired bishop before. She clutched her belly since she left the cathedral. This was not a side effect of the medicine at all.

Amelia's face was pale, and her lips lost their blood because of the pain. At first Zelin only noticed the dark purple that spread from the bottom of her clothes to her thighs, but when the demon hunter wanted to check what was going on---he was sure that Amelia didn’t have this piece on her body when he was in the cathedral. Bruise---Zelin realized that most of Amelia's skin had turned purple when he lifted the windbreaker up to his chest.

The blood began to accumulate, as if something was blocking the blood vessels. Zelin once heard an Ebin’s doctor mention this situation, but at that time the doctor was facing a dying child who was beaten with a wooden stick, but Zelin could be sure that these bruises appeared on the road, absolutely. Not in combat

"It's impossible"

Zelin whispered the silver-haired bishop’s name. Her body temperature continued to rise, and she could barely open her bloodshot eyes to prove that she was still listening, but this situation is not known for how long it will last, because of Amelia’s The eyelids also began to become swollen. White honey can never do this. People who drink it will either be killed immediately, or survive and be cleaned of toxins in the blood. Amelia has proven that she is the lucky latter, but the potion only It can clean up toxins, but how can it kill blood?

"Amelia, grab my hand, and be sure to hold it firmly." Zelin carried the silver-haired bishop, who was soft as a doll, on his shoulders. This is already a place he is familiar with, and it is very close to the location of the Yusevka clinic. Near, if you run, you can see the female doctor in a short time, and everything will be fine by then. In any case, a professional doctor is definitely better than the half-hearted doctor who the demon hunter acts as

Everything will be fine

PS: Thank you Quincy for being a good girl, Angolan Rabbit and Ibaraki Baozixian for their generous donation. Thanks to the clouds in the sky, the monthly pass of the song

Chapter 87 The Flying Knife of Justice!

Why is it like this...

"Oh~ dear sister, you finally woke up, I was just thinking about when you would sleep"

The exact same figure stands in the middle of the room, holding a scalpel in his right hand and doing something to the person lying on the patient’s cart. On the cart used as an operating table, the person undergoing surgery knows Yusevka. At this moment, I should rest and sleep in the corridor on the second floor with other asylum seekers. The figure of the younger sister blocked Yusevka’s sight, but looking at the twitching fingers and the bulging arms under the white cloth, it is obvious that this is not an operation to sign a consent form.

Why does it become like this...

"Please wait a little longer, sister, wait for me to finish this little experiment, um~ Although I have practiced many times before, I will inevitably feel a little nervous when I actually use it."

My sister's voice is very easy-going, as before, perhaps because she doesn't need to talk often, and her voice is more slender than Yusevka. The female doctor opened her mouth, but found that she could not say anything. The younger sister turned around. She saw clearly what the person on the cart looked like. It looked like a failed product and was covered with blood stains. The head was indescribable. Out of the human-like body. But the work does not seem to be completed. His arms and limbs still retain the appearance of a human. At the same time, there are only two holes in the huge head where the eyes should be.

Soon, Yusevka found the answer from his sister’s bleeding left hand

Why did it become like this..... I saw my dear sister again, again at the dangerous time of the night of hunting. Why did this dream-like happiness become like this.....

"It's a pity, if I work harder, I might be able to succeed. Alas, poor man, I can succeed, but I can't share this glory." The sister who looks exactly like Yusefka sighed regretfully. , She wiped the blood off the scalpel and put it back in the metal tray. Yusevka stood at the door in a daze, her body seemed to have lost control, her eyes widened as she watched her sister with blood on her hands walking towards her step by step.

"Dear sister, I really... miss you so much. Thirteen years, sister, I don’t want to come back all the time. Only one person can be selected. The selected person can come to Yanan from Mission Town. I do this for this opportunity After working hard for so many years, I often forget to write letters, sister...Your face is not so good, is it because you are afraid of this night? No, don’t worry, you used to protect me, sister, I won’t let anything tonight Monsters hurt you, including the **** plague, use my knowledge"

Yusevka looked at her very familiar but unfamiliar sister. What the younger sister did just now, she took a scalpel and scratched a living person and took off her eyes. Is she really her own sister... The only reason left in the female doctor’s mind tells her to escape as soon as possible, the farther the escape is, the better, but her body did not listen to any rational opinions at all, she just stood in place like that, looking With this familiar face, a face that only his twin sister has. She wanted to find any difference in it to prove that it was wrong, it was false, it was untrue, it was just a nightmare, a nightmare in sleep, and the person in front of her was just thinking about it. The hallucinations that my sister had, everything is fake...

Suddenly, Yusevka noticed that there was another person in the room, another person seeking asylum. He was lying on another cart with a few cuts in his chest. The thin shirt had long been soaked in blood. It seemed that the appearance of Yusevka attracted attention. He hasn't stepped on the man who had just died for the time being. Follow in the footsteps. There was a lot of bleeding, but he was still conscious, and he could move freely with his hands and feet. I don't know why the female doctor's sister didn't tie up the test article. As a result, when Yusevka noticed him, he also noticed that the demon who appeared suddenly was putting all his attention on his dear sister.

The man gritted his teeth and turned over, just grabbing a metal frame with a blood bag hanging on it. The pain in his body made his face distorted, but he sat up softly, clasping his toes and hands tightly. Living in the middle of the metal frame, his distorted face turned to his sister's back with hateful eyes. Yusevka looked at him with wide eyes. Instead of seeing the female doctor, he stared at the back of the devil's head.

Yusevka's heart seemed to touch her throat, she did not hear what her sister was saying, nor did she see her sister's face intoxicated. What should she do? Is she going to warn sister? This is her relative, the only relative in the world, but a sensible voice tells her that she should be like this and continue to attract her sister's attention. This is the right way to do it. The man is getting closer and closer, the female doctor tries to open her mouth, but finds that she still can’t do anything, mentioning the heart in her throat seems to block her neck, pressing her vocal cords, making her unable to make any sound

But soon, Yusevka didn't need to struggle with it. The younger sister suddenly raised her hand, and the female doctor was stunned. In fact, when the attacker’s head flew out, there was still a strange expression of success and pain on his face. When it fell to the ground, it became As surprised as Yusevka.

I don’t know when there was an extra cane in my sister’s hand. The lower end of the cane was swung out like a whip at an extremely fast speed. When the female doctor reacted, the iron whip had turned into a cane again and was retracted back to her waist.

"Okay, elder sister, no one will bother us now..." The smiling sister opened her arms and hugged her sister. The victim's blood was splattered over half of the robe, and her hands, under the corners of her mouth, and even Sefka’s profile, but my sister didn’t mind it at all. She hugged her sister tightly and whispered in the ear of the female doctor, “It’s going to start soon, dear sister, I’m sure that the sublimation operation can be performed perfectly. These years I have studied in the orphanage so many times for today. I will let you be the first to feel the results of this sacred research. You will no longer be harassed by the plague, will not be tortured by blood, and everything will be fine. "

"This night of hunting will definitely pass, and it will stop." For some reason, the sister's intoxicated voice suddenly became a little sad. The womb will give birth to a new son of God...Yes, sister, all nuns in the church must abstain from **** in order to preserve the sacredness. It will be over, I have been prepared for it, look at me, sister, look at me, your sister is Can save everyone here"

Yusevka tried to make a sound. She wanted to tell her sister that this was wrong, it was wrong, but the sound she just opened her mouth was about to be blocked by her sister’s deep kiss, and the fragrance on her body Combining with the pungent **** smell, it surrounds the female doctor's nose, mixing into a disgustingly sweet breath. Yusevka wants to push her sister away, but the younger sister, who is almost the same size as her, has power that is completely inconsistent with her size. The female doctor surrounded by two hands can't do anything.

The younger sister hugged her sister and kissed affectionately. Her two hands reached her back. With the rustling of clothes, the pale white doctor robe fell off to the ground. When Yusevka recovered, she had been Fixed on the cart. The remaining blood is still warm, lying on it as if lying on the mud, sticky and uncomfortable. The dazzling oil lamp just hung on the top of the head, and the busy figure of her younger sister ran back and forth in the room. Soon, her figure stopped, just like just now, holding the scalpel with one hand, the tip of the knife resting on the naked chest of the female doctor

"Why...why, sister"

"You won't understand, sister." The sister smiled sweetly and kissed her sister again like parting. The scalpel was slowly raised and stabbed down without hesitation. Yusevka closed his eyes in despair.

However, the expected pain did not come, but the sound of flying knives passing through the ears.

PS: Thanks to Aruba, the innocent passerby who was shot, I really can't think of the name, HILU, the roaring 233 for rewards. Thank you Kos Orphan, Zheng Xiaoyu_876, record, 23333, two hundred salted fish, arcane monkey, I can’t think of a name, yaya! , HILU, Aliluja’s right hand

Shelf testimonials

I heard this is the most annoying thing

Actually, the reason for everything was that last week, in a discrete mathematics test, I sent a message to the editor that I had forgotten to mute the phone and told me that you are going to be on the shelf.

Looking at the phone, and then at the gaze cast by the teacher Gao Ma, I feel it is necessary to ask

Press ‘5’ to report, press ‘E’ to row, press ‘M’ to be angry

Well, press 5

I began to ask: Sister Hui~ Let me put on the shelves with 18W characters, I can't afford this kind of thing~ Let me ask you to be clever.

Sister Hui said: Oh, don’t shy away, just decide it’s you

I asked again: But why did I put it on the shelf because I was a little smashed into the street?

Sister Hui comforted: Oh, the book guest has already researched and decided, so you will put it on the shelf.

Although it feels like a dead fish like us on the shelves is like being shot down by Widowmaker before screaming for justice, I still chanted a poem at that time: Gou Li Shuke lives and dies, how can we avoid misfortune and good fortune?

Then he pushed the 700-degree glasses and continued to ask: Sister Hui~ Do you think this has a kind of imperative feeling? Although I’m not familiar with the set of online texts, I have to follow the basic method when it is put on the shelves (can you delay it for a few days, you see that I have too few words)

Finally, sister Hui said: Oh, I am also anxious for you, really. You salted fish have a good one. When I heard that it was put on the shelves, I was scared to run faster than Western reporters! But the questions that come and go are tooyoung! Toosimple! Ah~sometimesnaive! Understand? ! As an editor, it is necessary to tell you something about life experience (then set it to 6.3)

So... it became like this. By the way, the editor should not see this paragraph, right?

How should I put it, after all, our book is not considered the mainstream of book readers, and it feels like it is completely relied on the recommendation of the editor to continue my life. In fact, when the book was first conceived, the protagonist was not a demon hunter but a demon hunter, and the location was not an abandoned castle in the Mahakam Mountains but a dark temple after being ransacked by the feet men. Later, as soon as Blizzard’s latest official novel "Ilidan" came out, I found that this setting was not justified.

As a result, the protagonist changed from a surviving demon hunter to an empire from Cyrodir, and the dark temple became a laboratory of Winterhold Academy.

Until one day before the last winter vacation, I was waiting for a friend in an Internet cafe, and when I was boringly flipping through the stand-alone game, I suddenly found the Witcher 3 that I had been hearing before, and I started playing it with curiosity.

As a result, I came home that night and put all the wizards 1, 2, and 3 copied from the Internet cafe with a mobile hard drive on the computer. By the way, I found the Polish Witch Hunter novel on the Internet, and finally I took the prepared ones. All the drafts of tens of thousands of words were deleted, and this demon hunter began to appear

The Witch Hunter novel is as exciting as the game. It reminds me that I was obsessed with Western Fantasy and read it over and over again with a few books of the Wheel of Time. I recommend everyone to check it out. Sometimes after reading the novel, it’s more to play the game. Feel. There are also games. The recently released Blood and Wine DLC is also catching up with the Steam Summer Special, which is worth collecting.

To be honest, I can achieve the current results far beyond my expectations. After all, people who come to write this kind of book feel like they are looking for a dead end. It is neither dirty, nor anime, nor amusing the male protagonist. The style of writing is constantly leaning on the western fantasy, and it is not the mainstream novels such as the transformation of Lily or the heroine Lily, which can come to this point. Really... I can't be surprised by myself.

Now Taran Zhu jumped out and pointed at me, saying, ‘You are drifting away on the wrong path! Garrosh! ’

Ah~ a bit too much nonsense

All in all, the author is now a college dog. Most of the time, he still has to follow the teachings of Grandpa Mao, study hard and make progress every day, so I dare not pack the ticket for the issue of adding more changes. I can only wait another month, in July. Said it can be more or less. But for the first time I have a responsible editor, and for the first time I have the opportunity to write a testimonial on the shelves, two kinds of dream-like happiness... ahem, since it’s on the shelves, then you have to work hard...