Demon Hunter and His Hut

The prophet didn't lift his head either.

　　 "You can handle this kind of trivial matter yourself, don't notify me."

　　 "I know the guy who drives."

　　 "He is from the Hunter's Guild."

　　 the one-armed woman replied.

　　 The prophet stopped praying, "Hunter Guild"

　　 "What do their people come here for?"

　　 She stood up.

　　 "Take me to see!"

　　 At the same time, Henrik was slowly parking his car on the open space near the gathering place.

　　 "They already knew we were coming."

　　 "This is an ancient gathering place. The people who live here come from a tribe in Africa, where people have worshipped voodoo statues for generations."

　　 Roger was taken aback for a moment, and it was clear that the Hunter Guild had always known this place.

　　 "This period is very sensitive, and being more open will save you some trouble, because nominally, the guild cannot supervise here."

　　 He glanced at Roger.

　　 "You stay in the car first. You broke their ritual that night. If you get in at this time, I'm afraid it will intensify the conflict."

　　 "Besides, staying here is also considered a caregiving."

　　 Roger thought for a while, and felt that what Henrik had said also made sense. That night, he not only killed the swamp monster, but also snatched the core parts of the monster.

　　Looking at the woman's reaction at the time, and seeing herself again, I am afraid that the chances of doing it directly will be very high.

　　 "That's fine, if there is a conflict, I will drive in as soon as I hear your gunshots."

　　 Roger nodded.

　　 Henrik and Peter got out of the car.

　　Roger noticed that they took out a badge and put it on their chest at the same time. It was the badge Henrik showed him when he and Henrik met for the first time.

　　 After showing his identity, he started to provoke the entire Hunter Guild.

　　Some details reveal many problems.

　　The Hunter's Guild may not be as strong as it seems, and even in some places, it is a little weak.

　　 Roger couldn't help but think of some information that Henrik had accidentally revealed.

　　 seems to have obtained some information. The houses facing the street closed their doors and pulled down the curtains. The busy street just now became quiet.

　　 Henrik walked ahead, looking careless, but his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding streets and houses.

　　 "Don't be nervous, we can't fight."

　　 But Peter behind him frowned.

　　 "Mr. Henrik, I must remind you that I feel a lot of resentment here."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "The number is amazing!"

　　 "Things may not be so optimistic."

　　 "We must have the consciousness to fight at any time."

　　 Henrik glanced back at Peter, surprised at the calmness of the young man’s face, "No wonder everyone praises you so much, saying that you are the most potential exorcist in Bordeaux."

　　 "If there is a fight in a while, try to hide as much as possible and leave the rest to me."

　　 Peter raised his head, his face showed a rare pride, "Mr. Henrik, I am not as weak as you think."

　　 "The fighting power of the exorcist should not be underestimated!"

　　 The black stone door opened, and the prophet's eyes, like a stone statue, watched the two Henrik who came slowly.

　　 "This is the territory of our Nizama tribe. People from the Hunter Guild are not welcome!"

　　 "What are you doing here?"

　　 The prophet’s attitude was indifferent.

　　 Henrik looked around, he looked very carefully, his eyes swept over everyone in the field, "Tsk, the quality is worrying, the voodoo queen of Bordeaux is a famous beauty, why are you here..."

　　 His eyes seemed to be sloppy, but the layout of the entire house and the occupation of personnel were already clear.

　　 "Are you looking for death?"

　　 The one-armed woman standing next to the Prophet suddenly took a step forward. When she took this step, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

　　 "Don't be nervous... I just made a joke."

　　 Henrik put on a hippy smile, his body swayed and half of his body was blocked by Peter next to him.

　　 "Say your purpose, then get out!"

　　 The prophet’s voice was indifferent.

　　 The smile on Henrik's face narrowed.

　　 "Tree spirit reincarnation technique!"

　　 The prophet's face changed abruptly, and she couldn't help but feel heartache when she thought of the puppet core that was taken away that night.

　　 They spent countless people's efforts, and after more than ten years of cultivation, they cultivated a swamp magic vine to the extent that it can be used.

　　 can...

　　 Trying to resist the rage in his heart, the Prophet squeezed a word from his teeth, "I don't know what you are talking about"

　　 "But I know what you are doing."

　　 Henrik's expression became serious.

　　 "Tree spirit reincarnation, this kind of voodoo requires a special tree and spirit."

　　 "Swamp magic vines, killer plants or thorn trees...These things can't grow in ordinary environments. Even if they can create an environment suitable for their growth, they still need to be watered regularly with blood!"

　　 Henrik stared at the prophet.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "I’m not wrong, right"

　　 The prophet did not answer, but the expression on his face was not as strong as before.

　　 "The so-called spirit needs to be cultivated from an early age except for very special circumstances. The only value of this person's life is to be slaughtered by you when he matures to a certain extent."

　　 "Travis!"

　　 Henrik said the name.

　　 This time the Prophet could no longer control the emotion on his face, "It's you!"

　　 "It was you in the woods that night!"

　　 "No, it's not right."

　　 "Your breath is different."

　　 "Who is it?!"

　　 "Who stole it..."

　　 "Any more sophistry?" Henrik interrupted her.

　　 "If I am not mistaken, tree spirit reincarnation, this is only the first stage of the ceremony~www.NovelMTL.com~you have two choices in the next step."

　　 "The first kind to make the born tree spirit continue to be strong, and become a terrible puppet monster by killing and absorbing the soul."

　　 "The second one is to remove the tree spirit's core when the time is right, and then plant it into..."

"do not talk!"

　　 The prophet interrupted Henrik suddenly.

　　 She gritted her teeth.

　　 "You won, let's talk, what do you want?"

　　 She seemed afraid of what Henrik would say next.

　　 "Destroy the tree spirit's puppet core, destroy the magic circle, and terminate your ritual. This thing ends here."

　　 Hearing his words, the prophet was furious!

　　 "Shameless!"

　　 "You hunter guild, this is the same behavior as a robber!"

　　 Her pale face turned red with anger, her fingers clenched like dead branches, and the veins on the back of her hands burst out.

　　Looking at her expression, she couldn't wait to pounce on Henrik and kill him alive.

　　 Henrik was taken aback for a moment. His request was not excessive. It was a normal operation to deal with similar incidents, but the woman in front of him...

　　 Her reaction is a bit extreme, right?

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 "Let me hand over the things I took"

　　 "I think your hunter guild has no sincerity at all."

　　 The breath on the prophet became dangerous.

　　 "Do you want to kill us?"

　　 Henrik looked dazed.

　　 Can anyone tell me what the **** is going on?