The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Viola, my favorite wife...

Father Gascoigne raised his head. He didn't even notice it. There seemed to be a drop of tears from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, but he could no longer feel the difference between this and the blood splashing on his face. The dry branches on the old trees in the cemetery groaned painfully as the cold wind blows. The cold wind has not let off any creatures walking in Yanan, except those who have mutated and seem to be unable to feel the cold veterinary disease outside the town. , It wraps every normal person who will be affected, taking away the temperature of their bodies, it blows the hem of the hunter's trench coat, and mischievously penetrates into the gap of the demon hunter's leather armor, causing Irene's feather cloak to hunt.

Standing on a high platform, the crow hunter holding the blade of mercy hid himself in a corner surrounded by a pile of wooden barrels. It seems that this place can save her from the cold wind, just like the beak mask can prevent her from contacting the beak. Like the air polluted by the plague, although she knew it was just a kind of psychological comfort, in Yanan, psychological comfort was more important than anything else.

Stroking the blade of mercy in your hand, the incense smell in the mask concealed the stench in the air, and the gloves made of black silk thread smoothly stroked the blade to clean up the blood stains one by one, as if cleaning up dust for a work of art , Irene took a deep breath, the incense smell pouring into the lungs seemed to calm the restless blood in the body. She can’t dream, she can’t make mistakes, she has to calm down

Looking at the veterinarian townspeople wandering back and forth on the road under the iron fence, Irene didn't fluctuate in her heart and even wanted to laugh, laugh at them, and laugh at the hunters who were hunted and blindfolded. The veterinarian has never been the target of Irene's hunt. She knows who is the real threat this night. She is the hunter's hunter. It is a jackdaw in the shadows, condescendingly looking down at the target that is about to become a prey in the distance, even the demon hunter who suddenly appears behind her can't make the jackdaw's gaze move a bit.

"Damn...the same boots"

Zelin tightened his lips and stared at the moccasins of the woman in front of him. He should have noticed the doubts of the route long ago. The footprints are intermittent, but the general direction cannot be wrong. It must be the hunter dressed like a crow and the little girl's mother who walked the same route. As a result, the same footprints misled the hunter's search direction. Although it is not clear why there are no overlapping traces anywhere, unless the little girl’s mother took off her shoes when she walked to a certain place, there would be no traces left when she stepped barefoot on the stone surface, only a quarter of an hour. These clues that can be used for tracking will be completely cleared by the cold wind

Take off your boots...No matter how knowledgeable the demon hunter is, he never thought of this situation. Originally, all kinds of clues pointed to the direction of the cemetery, until on a certain street, he found that the trace disappeared. He intuitively told him that he should continue to the cemetery, but it didn’t take long for Zelin to find new footprints nearby. He chose Believe in this new evidence, but now it seems that sometimes the eyes can be deceiving.

"Oh~ a hunter who wants to save others, a killer who wants to save others"

Irene was motionless, her face was completely covered by the mask. If it weren't for the sound to reach Zelin's ears, he knew that there was such a strangely dressed woman in Yanan, and I would think it was a statue with him. Speaking, although the voice of the crow hunter is always a mocking tone, but the demon hunter has long been used to mock mocking as a joke

"I'm looking for a person, a woman. She is the mother of two little girls. She has a black dress with a big ruby ​​brooch on her chest. She wears moccasins similar to yours. Have you seen her or someone similar to you? "Zelin repeated the description the little girl had said to the crow as much as possible. Since they have appeared in the same position, maybe they have met. The clue of the footprint is broken. This is the only breakthrough point. Otherwise, looking for someone in the huge Yanan, Zelin estimated that the next day Tianming will not have any results.

However, there was no response from under the crow mask, only the wind whistling by the ear. Zelin stood there and waited, thinking that the other party hadn't heard clearly, he narrated it again. After a while, the voice behind the mask sounded again

"I haven't seen any woman... There is only one hunter in my eyes"

"Gascone?" Zelin asked tentatively

"...Yes" the crow's voice was reluctant

"Where?" Zelin walked to the crow hunter who looked like a statue and followed her sight, but all he could see was the sculptures on the walls of the building with patterns carved by Yanan and the statues on both sides of the road, as well as everywhere. Some of the townsfolk mutated, some turned into corpses and lay on the ground. No hunters, no Gascoyne. So he turned his head and looked at the crow again "Where is he?"

"If you have done the same period many times, you will always know the location of the target no matter how far apart" Crow Hunter murmured "Cemetery...but you won't see what you want, hunter."

Zelin's voice is getting further and further away, "I am not a hunter"

The little girl’s mother went to her husband, Gascoigne. If Zelin could find Gascoigne in advance and tell him about his wife, it would be more efficient to have a familiar person to help find someone than a newcomer demon hunter. He walked quickly to the cemetery without even listening. A few words left by Qing Crow

"You are not a hunter... but you will find yourself a hunter"

Irene's voice subsided again, and the cold wind seemed to cheer for her seizure of dominance again, and the feather robe flew up, as if the **** of death was about to reap his life making the final preparations. On the other side, a place where the cold wind could not be touched, a room, where no one noticed, even Yusevka and Amelia, who were close at hand, didn’t notice it, the voice of old age Speak the same language

"Youfindyourselfahunter"

Chapter 94—Speed ​​of Life and Death

Yes, it is in the cemetery.

Viola's intuition was correct. The person she was looking for was in the cemetery. She saw the figure, the figure wearing a black windbreaker, a top hat, and the white scarf she had woven by herself. Gascoyne cleaned up the surrounding veterinary townspeople with such a hideous appearance. He tore away the townspeople's bodies, sliced ​​their chests, and chopped off their heads, behaving like a demon in the depths of hell, slaughtering those poor souls. . But at this time, it was not the terrible back of the old hunter who prevented Viola from walking towards Gascoigne, but the townspeople who had been attracted by the sound of fighting.

Now Viola held his breath, trying to squeeze her figure into the shadow of the house on the roadside. The figure of her husband appeared in her sight from time to time, all of them were waving the axe and looking at other townspeople, without exception. Sometimes some hounds completely covered in hair barked and rushed over. Obviously it's only close at hand, but Viola can't get close, or even stick her head out of the gap between the two houses. This is a blind spot. Once she is found, she has no chance of escape.

In the gap between the houses is not only Viola, but also the corpse of a townsman. Viola didn't go to see more, just another victim of Hunting Night. It may be that they were forced into a corner and killed by others before returning home. It may also be that they were abandoned by their family and died on the street because of signs of veterinary disease. Of course, it is not ruled out that they were killed by hunters passing by here. Although he still retains the appearance of a human being, who is innocent at this kind of night.

Viola's ears pressed tightly to the wall, listening carefully to the sounds outside. Killings, killings, all killings, howls and screams are like a perfect concerto, the so-called **** movement is nothing more than this. She was looking for a chance. When Gascoigne finished the hunt here, she could rush out, walk to her husband, give Gascoigne a hug, and then take him home. Hope is so close at hand, how can you not catch it?

However, the wife who cared about her husband did not notice that the corpse in the deepest corner of the corner did not have any wounds or shed any blood. It just lay quietly on the ground, like a predator waiting for its prey to enter the trap. , Waiting for the prey to completely lose its vigilance.

As for who loses its vigilance, I am afraid that only the predator will know. Hunters and prey can switch positions at any time. When the ambush attackers rush out, they are sometimes horrified to find that it is themselves who stepped into the trap. Zelin has long understood this truth. He is a demon hunter, a monster killer, and an executioner who makes a living through killing. But sometimes the demon hunter is not a tricky prey for monsters. He thought about it in the dead of night. There are countless reasons for the curtain call, but dying in monster traps—such as the mist weaved by fog monsters—is not one of the options. Trap can't take his life, neither can these veterinarians.

There is indeed a problem with the cemetery.

Zelin's footsteps are getting faster and faster, the steps are unusually smooth, fast, and full of rhythm. There were about seven townspeople behind them, and the demon hunters ran past them, ignoring the guys who surrounded them. They were originally standing tightly together. Everyone’s weapons can help another. It stands to reason that they will not have thinking or wisdom, but in fact they use the most perfect tactical position to block the demon hunter’s On the road, Zelin had no doubt that he would attack one of them, and the weapons of the remaining few would swing at him at the same time.

So he chose to ignore it, blessed him with a layer of Kunen Fa Seal and rushed straight over.

Hearing the longing low roar of the townspeople behind him, Zelin held the steel sword, keeping his pace and breathing from becoming chaotic by running. It was only a hundred meters away from the cemetery, but he didn't notice the figure and trace of the little girl's mother. However, he could hear the sound of fighting in the distance, and he could continue to walk forward. When it was almost time, he would solve the enemy who fell behind, and then meet the people who were fighting in front of him. If what the crow says is true, then the person in front is Father Gascoigne.

The houses on both sides of the street kept retreating until a certain moment, they stopped.

The traces of the battle were reflected in Ze Lin's eyes. There were several corpses fifty meters in front of them. They had just been killed not long after they had not run out of blood. There is a half-curved walkway directly in front. There is a metal fence on the side of the road. On the left side of the walkway is a staircase. Below the staircase is the Yanan Cemetery. The corpse spread from not far in front of Zelin's eyes to the stairs. He couldn't see what happened below, but it can be speculated that someone killed in the cemetery or came up from the cemetery and killed the townspeople here, no matter what. Said that there should be no more malicious people in front.

Ze Lin turned around, and the townspeople chasing him were less than ten meters away from him, running to loosen their tight positions. The demon hunter found the loophole at a glance.

The townspeople who ran to the back with torches were the first to fall. It chased the demon hunter closely, the latter was still a long way from him, who knew the next moment Zelin walked around the townspeople in front like a ghost, and suddenly appeared to its left. It didn't have time to raise the torch or the machete with the other hand to block. The power of the steel sword hitting the waist made it stagger two steps, and then all it could do was stare at its broken waist and wailing.

When Zelin attacked, the two townspeople holding wooden shields and kitchen knives behind him waved their arms and slashed towards the back of the demon hunter from two directions. However, they did not cut the flesh, but bumped into each other. The action became stiff in a moment. It's just that at this moment of rigidity, Zelin slammed into the left temple, and then turned his wrist backhand and slashed to the other side of the neck. The two townspeople fell heavily to the ground without making any extra sounds.

After the demon hunter jumped a few steps and pulled away from the other townspeople, he placed the steel sword in front of him, preparing to clean up the remaining few people, but at this time, he noticed that there were two more on the street that did not exist before. Figure.

A woman in a black dress and dark red scarf came out from nowhere. She turned her back to Zelin. The demon hunter couldn’t see if she had a ruby ​​brooch on her chest, but when she saw her stepping on her barefoot When he was on the ground, Zelin almost knew who it was.

"Be careful behind! Run!"

The woman was unmoved. She didn't hear the demon hunter's hoarse cry because she hadn't drink water for a long time, but she ran towards the fence at the end of the street in small steps. The cemetery below can be seen from the fence, but the demon hunter's attention is not on the woman, but on the townspeople who followed her with the axe. Similarly, the townsman also turned his back to the demon hunter, and did not hear annoying shouts.

The remaining townspeople flocked to Zelin again, the demon hunter gritted his teeth, he did not continue to swing his sword, of course he could kill the guy in front of him, but in the end he would only get the remaining warmth of the woman. Dead body.

But Zelin doesn't want the corpse. Would he go back with the ruby ​​brooch and tell the two little girls who are waiting for their parents to come back at home, telling them that your mother is dead, and she won't be here to kiss you, and she won't be with you? Sing and tell stories for you when you sleep, it's over, that's it, give up your heart. Just as he did countless times before, he took the remains of the deceased to see the client, telling them that your relatives are dead, watching the client in distress and crying.

What's the difference between this and killing them? Zelin didn't know, he would never want to know, if all this would not happen, then there was no need to consider it.

Taking a deep breath, Zelin pointed his finger forward, and Alderfayin suddenly exploded, sending the remaining four townsfolk away. Then he held the sword in one hand and screamed hard to rush towards the damned veterinary patient. His throat was aching for this, but there was only one thing in Zelin's eyes.

He is eighty meters, and it is only ten meters.

Eighty meters...ten meters...

Shouting, screaming, and the wailing of death became the only themes in this section of the street.

However, this dying cry does not belong to Viola.

PS: The first time the mobile phone sends a chapter...it shouldn't be a problem, this is the first update, and it stands to reason that there will be a second update at night. Is the update speed really slow? T_T

Chapter 95 The Night of Destiny

Viola's screams.

The sharp axe slashed across her forehead, Viola seemed to perceive something, perhaps hearing Zelin's voice, she turned her head, the distorted appearance of the veterinarian townsman came into view, and she subconsciously stepped back. The hand axe that can hit the temple just slashed across Viola's forehead, and the shaved hair drifted away with the sound of the wind caused by the swing of his arm.

The target is close at hand, but behind it is a fault with a height difference of about four meters. However, the Demon Hunter did not stop. To be precise, he did not have a chance to stop. If Zelin wants to stop and swing his sword to attack, then only before he arrives. Slow down, unfortunately, the veterinarian townspeople did not give him a chance to slow down. It waved the hand axe again and Viola took a step back, the iron fence behind her reminded her that there was no way out.

Immediately, the hand axe cut down mercilessly.

The blood splattered on Zelin's face, and the violent impact behind him made the townspeople's chopping axe that should have been cut on their necks deviated quite a bit, only scratching a scar on Viola's shoulder. The steel sword pierced through its back, and was then severely hit by the demon hunter. Zelin didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Instead, he held the sword hilt in both hands to press up the whole body, and fell onto the iron fence beside the road with this veterinarian town citizen who knew how to ambush.

The fence made an overwhelming creak, and the seemingly solid iron railing did not bear the weight of the two people as Zelin expected. On the contrary, it resembled a wooden sign in disrepair, breaking apart from the middle, letting The demon hunter fell down with the monster.

The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, the scene became bizarre, the sky and the earth continued to rotate, he seemed to hear the crow's call, maybe it was an illusion, at least the speed of decline was not as fast as he expected, it seemed to be slower. But anyway, scratching the shoulder and scratching the forehead will definitely not take the life of the little girl’s mother. Zelin bent his head and wiggled his fingers to form the shape of the Kunen's seal. Although it is known that Fayin cannot withstand the impact of the body when it falls on the ground, it can effectively prevent people who have not fallen to death from being pierced by the sharp and dead branches on the ground when they fall to the ground.