The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The blood'boils'

Yusevka threw the blood sampling bottle far away like a poisonous snake in his hand, and the glass bottle rolled on the ground into the shadow under the bookcase.

"How could this...how could it be..."

The female doctor knelt on the ground, covering her head with her hands. There are worms in her blood. How could this be true? She has always believed in blood therapy and that it can protect them from all diseases. In the past, she would draw her own blood to treat patients when there was insufficient blood. The emptiness of losing blood is unbearable, but the satisfaction of being able to treat patients can make up for this shortcoming, but now the facts tell her that she is Blood is dangerous. "It is absolutely impossible... yes, yes! This is contaminated. This blood sampling bottle has been used before, it must be so!"

Yusevka caught a life-saving straw like a drowning man, and she staggered back to the storage room on the second floor. The storage room is not very large. It is filled with all kinds of blood therapy equipment and stored blood that has not yet been used. For those boxes containing blood that were once regarded as precious items, Yusevka treats them like Kick it open like a trash can, dig through it to find a brand new blood sampling bottle, then return to the second floor lobby, pick up the white honey potion that has just slipped from the hand to the ground. ..... Yes, I have to change a place to get the blood."

But the boiling blood laughed mercilessly at the female doctor

"...On the lap?"

The performance of blood shattered Yusevka's fantasy once again

"..." Yusefka stared blankly at the blood sampling bottle in his hand. The parasite body floating in it was undoubtedly her body, right in her veins. But before Yusefka quietly thought about what was going on, the faint voice from the surgical cart called her attention from the unknown fear.

"What are you doing, doctor"

At some point, Amelia woke up. She was pale and bloodless, half-squinted, as if she was not getting enough sleep. After three attempts, the silver-haired bishop succeeded in propping up his body, allowing himself to sit up, looking down and kneeling on the ground Yusevka. Soon, the bishop noticed the blood sampling bottle next to the female doctor and the blood in it, "fearing the ancient gods." The blood... indeed, we should be afraid, we must be afraid..."

Amelia looked away from Yusefka, and then placed it on the cloth bag that Zelin had left in the clinic. "...Where did that guy go?"

"Zelin, he has gone out and will be back in a while" Yusevka's brain was blank, and he subconsciously replied. She has experienced more excitement today than in the past 25 years. The close sister suddenly wants to kill herself. There are many disgusting parasites living in her blood vessels. Now, she doesn’t want to think about anything, she doesn’t want to think about anything.

"Blood...Blood..." Amelia sighed and lay down on the surgical cart again. The severe blood loss made her very weak, and she was covered with cold sweat just sitting up for a while. The silver-haired bishop whispered to Yusevka as if to say to himself, "Are we going to fear the blood or the things in the blood? Should we fear the blood of the ancient gods, or should we fear the endless but abnormality of ourselves? Greedy curiosity..."

"We all have parasites in our blood... I'm sorry that my blood can't help you." Yusevka couldn't understand what Amelia was saying, but because of her job as a doctor, she still comforted the patient kindly. "Don't worry, after Zelin brings back fresh blood, he will definitely be able to..."

"You don't need to comfort me, doctor... please take out the card in the bag"

"Hey?" Yusevka's eyes widened for unknown reasons. "I mean, there are parasites in the blood, but don't be afraid. Believe me, I am a doctor. I can definitely help you."

"Haha, ha, hahaha, I don't want to think about this." Amelia smiled bitterly and turned to look at the blank female doctor. Special card. You won’t? It’s okay, I’ll teach you.”

The sound of the cold wind pressing against the glass windows kept hitting Yusevka’s eardrums, but the female doctor didn’t feel that cold anymore, and the wind seemed a bit annoying. She threw down the clinic window and started looking for new prey, such as standing on a window. In front of the window, the demon hunter trying to explain his purpose

"Don't be afraid, I know your father, Doctor Yusevka asked me to come to you." Standing outside the barred window, Zelin softly explained to the little girl in the window. He tried to make his voice sound amiable and reliable. Thanks to the windows, little girls would not see the scarred face of the demon hunter, otherwise Zelin wondered if he would scare the girl. After all, many adults are not. Would be willing to talk to him a few more words

"Are you a hunter, uncle, a hunter like my dad?"

"...Well, yes, I am a hunter, the hunter you know your father"

"Oh! Great!" The cheers of two little girls seemed to be heard from behind the window. "Sorry, sir, my dad has not come back yet. Mom just went out to look for dad. Uncle, you are a hunter. You must know dad. Mom, where are they? Can you let them come back soon? We don’t know how to fill in the lamp oil. Mom said that the lamp must be kept on tonight..."

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Chapter 92—The Changing Eyes

"Mom, she is wearing a black dress and a ruby ​​brooch. That brooch is so big and beautiful. You can definitely see it. Oh, I almost forgot. If you see my mom, please give this music box to her. There is Dad’s favorite song in it. Mom forgot to bring it when she went out."

Withdrawing the steel sword from the chest of a townsman brandishing a kitchen knife, Zelin wiped off the blood stains on his face, and while observing the surrounding environment with a demon hunter, he recalled the little daughter's description. The little girl is not a professional, and she can't ask much useful things from her mouth, but as a child, she can ask for help from a stranger on such a dangerous night. It is indeed commendable. The little girl’s mother has not been away for too long, and Zelin can still find traces on the ground

"Mom said, if Dad forgets us, just play music to him, and he can remember it again. Mom is so stupid, she hurried out, and she forgot everything at home. Um~ I don’t know which direction my mother is heading. No, Mom doesn’t allow us to come out. She said that we want us to wait at home and wait for her and Dad to come back."

The ground of Yanan is different from other places. It is made up of stone slabs and clay, or some kind of material that Zelin can’t name. It is very hard, and the boots will not leave much marks on it, plus the night The cold wind howled, and the residual smell in the air became thinner. Sometimes a battle will completely disrupt Zelin’s search. The moonlight is bright but the night is getting darker. The townspeople with zoomorphosis on the street have more than doubled compared to when Zelin first came to Yanan. He watched it more than once. To the house with the doors open to the outside on both sides of the road, there was no one inside. The oil lamp used for marking fell on the ground. Out of the answer

The flames shone on Zelin's cheeks, and the most warm place in the cold night was the campfire where the dead bodies were burning. Zelin wiped the blood off his body with a piece of cloth torn from the clothes of the corpse. After learning what was in the blood, he would never let the blood enter his body, and he didn't even want the skin to stick to him. Who knew this? Will the worms penetrate into the flesh and blood through the skin? Maybe the warlocks have a way to deal with these things, but it is a pity that Zelin is not a warlock, he is just a demon hunter who knows a little about magic.

"Sorry, Uncle Hunter. If Mom and Dad come back and find that we are not at home, they will definitely be very worried."

"Your Aunt Yusevka needs help, it won't take long."

"...Sorry uncle, we should listen to mom"

"Well, I will get your mom and dad back"

Kicking away a pile of corpses, Zelin quickly scanned their chests and palms. The corpses were male and female, and most of Yanan's residents were dressed in the same style. Black long-sleeved shirt and trousers, only knowing the characteristics of the clothes, it is difficult to tell the difference. Originally, Zelin wanted to ask about the color of the boots or physical characteristics, but thinking of the monotonous style of the clothes of the Yanan people, the demon hunter swallowed his own problems. Went back. As for the ruby ​​brooch mentioned by the little girl, although it is not easy to damage, it is easy to lose. Fortunately, Zelin has not found a corpse or brooch in similar clothes.

Instead, I found some shiny gold coins, which should be Yanan’s local currency. The gold coins are of good color, with precise patterns carved on them, and you can fit three to four coins in one palm. However, this was not found on the corpse. The gold coins were thrown into the most prominent place on the street, and it seemed that they had been deliberately left behind. Zelin took one of them and decided to study the engraving on it

People like to leave the most important carvings on coins. The first thing every king has to do after he succeeds is to notify the Mint to change the portrait on the gold coin to his own. Zelin believes that there should be no exception here, although the patterns on the coins are covered by mud and blood, after finding Father Gascoigne and his wife, he has time to study slowly.

The music of the music box is not as good as expected. The two immature children’s voices have different pitches. One of them is obviously the voice of the youngest daughter, and the other must be her sister. Zelin can’t understand what they sing, but they seem to understand it in general. It's a birthday song, probably a gift from his daughters on Father Gascoigne's birthday. Now, this music box is safely placed inside the leather armor to prevent it from being thrown out in battle.

"Um... the shoe print disappeared..."

About half an hour ago, Zelin realized that compared with the self before he came to this world, his demon hunter can see things more clearly and accurately. He would never consider it before. Follow the people in moccasins so far on the stone pavement, because that's impossible. The flagstone road is not like dirt ground. Boots stepping on the dirt ground will leave obvious footprints, and these footprints are not easy to disappear. Unless there is a heavy rain or blizzard, the footprints will be kept on the ground for at least three to four days. The only way to track on the stone road is to observe the dirt left on the sole of the shoe or the smell of the person himself.

Stepping on a head that was almost completely covered by dark gray hair, Zelin looked at the surrounding environment. Here is a three-way intersection, and the town in front of it is much higher as a whole, and a ladder not far away connects to the upper side, but there are many veterinary patients there. After a period of understanding, the demon hunter noticed that these veterinarian patients have a very small range of activity, most of which just stay in place, but a few will wander around, and the wandering range will not exceed 100 meters. The little girl's mother is Viola. She is neither a hunter nor a fighting person. She is just an ordinary wife, and it is impossible to survive safely from a group of veterinarians.

There is a dead end in the other direction of Sanchakou. At the end of the road, there is an abandoned carriage and four metal coffins. The coffins are intact, but there are four iron cages beside the coffins. Dog. As if feeling the gaze of the demon hunter, the big dog howled frantically, bumping into the iron cage and trying to get out of it. This is supposed to be before the night of hunting came, the townspeople locked up animals that tended to be veterinary disease and plague, but after learning about the problem of parasites, this made Zelin's doubts deeper.

If the parasites are spread by blood, it is normal for the Yanan people who like blood to be infected with the plague, but can animals also drink blood? Just like those abnormal crows, wild crows will not receive blood therapy. It is not ruled out that they contracted the plague while eating corpses, but the hunting night has just begun, and the infected crows are in groups, which is by no means The only explanation for the result in half a day is that the hunting night has been going on for a long time.

Thinking of this, a feeling of nausea came to my heart again. Unlike the past, this time the demon hunter almost let the demon hunter spit out the salted fish that he had just eaten. The **** salted fish was not easy to digest at all. Covering his mouth, Zelin took a few deep breaths, and the cold smell mixed with the decay of the graveyard poured into his lungs, making his painful head wake up a little.

Whenever he finds something wrong, he will feel uncomfortable. His eyes hurt, his head hurts, his stomach hurts and nausea. If he was in the world he was in, Zelin would probably doubt if a famous warlock had cursed this place to warn those outsiders who peeped in secret. Some ancient elves cemeteries still have different things. Warn about the curse, he now regrets why he didn't learn more about the theoretical knowledge of the curse back then, maybe there will be some other discoveries.

"Um... the cemetery? It's really not a good place."

Re-energized, Zelin continued to move forward along the road. If the previous judgment is correct, the little girl's mother should be heading in that direction. Although it is not clear how she passed, there will never be a second way, unless there is a mistake in the judgment of the demon hunter somewhere. However, the probability of this situation is almost as low as seeing a doll coming alive to say hello to him. How could it be wrong!

Looking at the veterinarians who noticed the demon hunter's figure and began to approach him, Zelin sighed lightly, clenched the steel sword and walked towards them.

This night is really long

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Chapter 93 Boundaries

The sound of the collision between the hunter's axe and the machete echoed in the Yanan Cemetery

"Monsters... Monsters everywhere"

Gascoigne didn't know that the man in front of him was the first infected person he killed. When he and Henrik came here before, they killed all the veterinarians who wandered around the cemetery. To be precise, all the living creatures he and Henrik could see. During this period of time, the only people who stayed on the street except hunters were plague patients, and maybe some were thrown into the street by family members who were suspected of being infected with the plague, but they were also going to die. Who knows if they will? They will become beasts in the next moment, but until then, the job of killing them will basically be done by other veterinarians.

The number of them is increasing, and they are constantly emerging from the streets. More and more people began to mutate, and it seemed that they could never be killed. It was okay at the beginning. It was only necessary to deal with the delirious townspeople, but until now, all kinds of strange creatures continue to appear, such as half-wolves and half-wolves. Human monsters. Gascoigne just mechanically waved his arm, and I don’t know how many times he did the same movement. He waved his weapon, splashed blood, sweet blood, and sweet Anan’s blood, just splattered on the ground like that, what a pity, what a waste

The priest sighed regretfully, and the exhaled gas instantly turned into white mist when it hit the cold air. He must kill these monsters, kill them all, only by killing them all, can this terrible night pass, and his wife and daughters can walk safely on the road, without worrying about dying in the animalization that does not know where it came from. Sufferers. Viola, she must be with her daughters now, staying safely at home, waiting for this **** man to come home

The blood splashed on the body sticks to the windbreaker like a coat. The cold wind blows and makes the blood dry. The **** breath surrounds the priest's nose and lingers, as if his nose and mouth are full of boring stuff. Blood clot, Gascoigne couldn't tell whether the blood burst out when he chopped off the monster's head, or it shed from the wound on his body. But the wound is not important. As long as there is blood, as long as there are blood collection bottles filled with fresh blood, the wound can be recovered, the flesh and blood can be reborn, and the broken bones can be restored.

"Monsters... are all monsters"

Gascoyne readjusted the position of his hand axe. Henrik, when will he come back? It's really unbearable. It is inevitable for a hunter to deal with the siege of many veterinarians. Gascoigne clutched his left ribs cut by a machete. He just slashed the axe into the neck of a townsman. As a result, The strength was not controlled, and the axe blade stuck in the opponent's shoulder blades that had become extremely hard due to beastization, and was hit by another attacker. Now the blood is pouring out of the mouth continuously, and the breathing is getting heavier and heavier, probably because of a broken rib and hurting the lungs. But it’s not important. The priest held the blood sampling bottle with his mouth facing down so that the tip of the needle was pointed at his thigh and plunged down suddenly.

The viscous liquid is injected into the body, and the body emits eager joy, like a traveler who has been traveling in the desert for three days suddenly sees the cool and clear water. The irresistible stimulus can even make the brain ignore the physical pain. With the injection of blood, the broken muscles and bones proliferated, and the sound of differentiation quietly sounded from under the windbreaker. After a short while, when the blood sampling bottle became empty, all the wounds on Gascoigne almost disappeared without a trace.

When the blood was stopped, an indescribable sense of emptiness surged into my heart. Gascoigne gritted his teeth and threw the empty blood sampling bottle fiercely. No, not now, he has more important things to do, kill all these mutant guys, kill them all! Let this terrible night pass as soon as possible, and then go home, go home and spend time with my daughters and wives