The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 115 The Edge of Tomorrow

Zelin closed his eyes.

The demon hunter opened his eyes.

"Oh, you guy who threw away the invitation is here again. No one has ever taught you what etiquette is, young man."

Geman's voice, or rather, the creature who called himself Geman was sitting in front of him. Still the same, sitting in a wheelchair, covering his face with the brim of his hat, holding the crutches with both hands, and looking carefully at his tattered black windbreaker, it does have the meaning of a shroud. The scent of lilies surrounds Zelin again, as sweet as ever, as always. However, this is not a small church, but on the other side of the fence of the small church, under the huge oak tree in the lily field.

"Generally speaking, I teach others how to behave." Zelin stood up and subconsciously slapped the dust on his knees.

"The robber ran to my house, and then kept telling me that he was going to teach me the principles of being a human being. Oh ~ should I be surprised by Yanan's blood pressure?"

"Yes, I often do some robbery acts." Ze Lin crossed his arms, put his weight on his left foot, and assumed a posture of chatting, although his posture allowed him to attack instantly.

"When the crypt witch frightened away from the demon hunters on the street, avoided the backstab blades of other corpse-eating creatures and competitors, and finally threw a dry and rotted from a crypt that did not know how long it was buried. There was not much meat left in the corpse, even the bones were muddy corpses. While praying for his good luck, thank God for blessing it to continue to eat the corpse—if the tomb witch really believed in it—then it threw the corpse to Sprinkle ashes in the cauldron full of gaps and patches, and plan to cook a meal of ashes or other things to treat yourself."

Geman certainly didn't understand what a cemetery witch is. This does not prevent Zelin from continuing to speak. He also has no doubt whether the old hunter can understand the meaning, and never treat your opponent as an idiot.

"But right here, when it is about to enjoy a delicious and sumptuous dinner, I, this robber, rushed into its cozy nest full of bones and poison, kicked over the cauldron, smashed the poison bottle, and sprinkled the precious ashes. He cut off the head of the master here with a sword, and carried it to collect the bounty." Ze Lin raised his eyebrows. "You are right, old man, I am a hopeless robber, an unreasonable thief. , I will take away every valuable thing in its lair, just like picking up a piece of Oren from the ground, without the slightest guilt."

Geman thought, then he raised his head, "Is Bibimbap delicious?"

"Your focus is refreshing."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Robber."

"You're welcome, old monster that eats corpses."

"Since we have paid tribute to each other, can Mr. Robber tell me in a friendly and warm atmosphere, what is the purpose of coming here again when you rudely throw the invitation letter of the poor old hunter in front of you on the ground" Man put his hands together, leaned his upper body forward, his cane was supporting his weight, and asked in a low tone, "I think this old man is not pitiful enough, do you plan to come and burn my shelter from the wind and rain".

"Your joke is really cold" Zelin shifted his center of gravity and glanced around the lily field without leaving a trace, "Should I laugh out of respect?"

"After you finish laughing, I have prepared a lot of delicious things here in order to moisturize the dry throat, why not try it, just a little bit of the blood of Yanan, you can experience the supreme happiness" The old hunter’s voice is strange, hoarse but full of temptation, as if an amiable old man is persuading a young man to know his way back. Question, come on, take a sip, you can see more, understand more"

The griffon emblem buzzed.

"Very well, let me guess your purpose." Zelin took two steps back. Geman is indeed very smart, as cunning as a lone wolf, but looks as deceptive as an old Anshun dog. Unfortunately, Demon Hunter After thirty years of life, he understood that age and appearance should not be used as criteria for judging danger. After forty years, he learned how to judge whether there are dangerous and deadly weapons hidden in the shadows.

A silver light flashed under German's trench coat, which was the moonlight reflected when the blade moved. The shape of a sickle is suspected.

The crossed hands of the demon hunter clasped the lower elbow of the opposite arm tightly. He almost died in the fiftieth year of becoming a demon hunter. A Katakane, who had lived for about two fifty years, almost grabbed his heart. Since then, Zelin has kept telling himself, When you think you have an advantage and can kill the opponent with one blow, maybe you are stepping into a trap set for you.

Zelin felt that he could chop off his head the next time the old hunter's eyes blinked.

So he backed up two steps and watched German's face carefully, to be precise, his drooping hat brim.

"Since I came here last time, you have kept telling me that by drinking the blood of Yanan and signing a contract, I can get huge gains, treasures, happiness, everything. Tell me, there is no reason for me not to doubt You are actually a demon".

"Oh, young man, your suspicion really broke the heart of the old man."

"I'm no longer young." Ze Lin squinted his eyes. "Let us think about how the owner of a family will react to a robber who breaks into the house. Of course he will be driven away or killed. , Instead of bringing out something to entertain him. I remember telling you last time, how can gardeners talk nonsense with pests.”

Just like German said, last time he didn’t know anything, didn’t know anything, didn’t even understand where he was, stepped into the griffon’s lair but thought he was still in the picnic camp, but he now understands For more things, this time, he came here with a purpose.

To make Zelin believe in the creature calling himself Geman, it is better to believe that the female monster, who is a demon, is a vegetarian.

He didn't think that Geman's power was weaker than him, so he put on the appearance of this suit, but Geman was hesitant to do it. There must be other reasons.

For example, he can kill the demon hunter, but for some reason, Geman, who is already dead, cannot directly touch Zelin, so if he wants to clean up Zelin, who is a factor of instability, he must change himself. Or change the demon hunter, and the obvious way is to drink the blood of Yanan. If Zelin drinks the blood, then he will not be any different from other Yanan people.

"So in the story. For some reason, the master couldn't kill the robber himself, so he took out the poison-sprinkled bread and put on a pitiful appearance. As long as the robber eats the cake, the master can relax and relax. Quickly take off the intruder’s head, and even see the second bite of unswallowed bread from the broken neck. What do you think of my story? I plan to take it to participate in the court poetry contest. Can I get first?"

"If my poor old man is lucky enough to be a judge, I will applaud your excellent imagination and give you the first medal." German chuckled in a low voice.

"But my purpose is not a medal. I just want a trivial reward to satisfy my remaining curiosity." Zelin gave a playful smile, but in his head he started to think about the possibility of drinking the black blood potion." I don't know if the generous master can be other than bread, and if he can provide something extra for me, a solitary demon hunter who has no savings."

"For example".

"Methods to clean up parasites in blood therapy".

PS: Today's

Chapter 116 Nightmare

The breeze blows, and the lily field dances neatly with the push of the invisible palm in the air. Many tombstones in the flower field are pushed together, and there is no word on the surface of the tombstone. Perhaps these tombstones are just for memorial. The chapel in the dream has many tombstones that don't exist in reality. Some of them are engraved with strange words, such as place names, or other things, and some are blank like those in the lily field.

"I'm really curious, you have to know, you have only been here for half a night, and you understand some things that hunters took a long time to discover." The old hunter's voice was a little mocking, "I am a year old." Old Yanan people, out of courtesy, I want to ask. During this period of time, the Yanan people’s valet service will leave you with good memories, whether you are interested in living in this picturesque place."

"Didn't you already know the answer?" Zelin shifted his gaze slightly to the left, resting on the dark iron fence that separated the lily field from the chapel. The iron fence is about two meters high, and each fence is separated by the width of a palm, which just allows people in the flower field to observe the direction of the chapel through the gap.

However, this time, the demon hunter did not see the doll in his dream.

"Actually, I didn't do anything for half of the night." Zelin emphasized the tone once in the evening. "I just fell here suddenly, and then I saw a few friendly faces, they were willing to be friends with me. I’m also very happy to meet them, and you know... well, I just take it as you know, and then I met a plague patient, and then I rescued her, and then I realized that something was threatening their lives, so I, a wanderer with nothing, decided to do something before leaving."

Zelin raised his head, and the bright moon in the sky seemed to be changing.

"Oh... So the dangerous wanderer thinks that a helpless, lonely old man might help him." German's cane hit the ground, and the invisible hand just pushed away the lily under the wheelchair, and the cane hit the ground. "So, let the old man ask a question he doesn't know the answer yet. Why do you think that if a robber runs into someone else's house, the owner of the house will definitely meet any requirements of the robber. Can you tell me the answer?"

"I think you know the answer."

"But I don't know." The old hunter had a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. "Actually, the real night is coming, but you are still chattering here, thinking you can do things that are impossible. You are just an ordinary person. , Nothing more."

Zelin looked at the figure of the old hunter.

"What are you talking about?" The demon hunter asked impatiently. "About the moon, about this night, and dreams..." Zelin didn't finish his words. In the blink of an eye, he realized that he was facing the air. Talk to yourself. There was no creature claiming to be Geman under the oak tree, and there were no old hunters. Only the figure in the doll costume turned his back to him.

Zelin's instinct tells him there is danger.

He drew out the silver sword and subconsciously touched the anti-magic metal bomb in the cloth bag around his waist. Although he stayed in Yanan for a while, he still didn’t know what was happening here and what was going on, but the only certainty was that such a long night was definitely not caused by natural forces, let alone an ordinary magical phenomenon. Manipulating all of this behind the scenes, it is obvious that the manipulator does not like an outsider who does not have the blood of Yanan on his body.

However, the expected attack did not appear, and there was nothing in the dream. Zelin tried to remember what happened after he came to the dream last time. Although the memory was incomplete, there were some gaps in it that could allow the carriage to pass through. Remember some things, such as headaches.

Soon, Zelin noticed the lonely doll.

The doll’s hat came off, but it was not a beautiful face. To be precise, it was not human at all. On the doll’s neck, there was a brain about the size of four heads, and one was exposed. Brain. The huge one is not proportional to the body at all, like a sarcoma, and the sarcoma is covered with lines, like a divided grid. Between different grids, every breath squeezes out many eyes from the brain. The big and small, different eyes are linked by pale things, and the eyes keep spinning, as if they are looking for a target.

Not only the head, but the doll originally had a spherical key, and the seemingly unique hands are also missing. Something like octopus tentacles protrudes from the empty cuffs. Each arm has about four tentacles. They were flying back and forth, looking very weak, but Zelin doubted whether these tentacles were used for attack or grabbing.

It didn't take long for the eyes to find the demon hunter who was drinking Hekna's decoction. The dream is very strange. The cloth bag Zelin carried with him will actually enter with him, and the tombstone he picked up before. There are not many things inside. Zelin has everything there, and nothing that doesn’t exist will not be out of thin air. It's not like it has been reconciled. He thinks he can still believe what's inside

So he found out Hekna's decocting medicine, opened the bottle cap, and just swallowed the bitter medicine, the brain monster walked towards the demon hunter as if it was floating. The sarcoma-like head sparked light, a very faint light, a soft light, as if someone was singing a serenade in your ear, soothing and gentle.

It's just that Zelin couldn't appreciate the light, and the gentle light in his eyes was tantamount to looking directly at the sun. Zelin raised his head to block his vision, and tried his best not to look directly at the head that made people feel uncomfortable. The thinking of the demon hunter seemed to be confused because of this head. With the silver sword in his hand, Zelin used the shadows on the ground to judge how far away the enemy was from him. He could find opportunities. The monsters had a very good sensuality. Can avoid the tentacles...

In the next moment, Zelin realized that he was wrong.

The attack did not come from the tentacles, it appeared suddenly, and a blood-red spear was stuck on the right shoulder of the demon hunter at some unknown time. Zelin could see the arrow's flight path, and could block the bullets of the musket with a steel sword, but he didn't see how this spear appeared. It just appeared out of thin air, as if it had originally grown in Zelin. On his body, there was no attack track, no sign of attack, the monster was still ten meters away from him, but the demon hunter was indeed attacked.