Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 Somewhere deep underground in an ancient building in Crescent City.

　　 Someone lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The lid of the coffin was opened, and the figure slowly sat up, revealing a hideous face.

　　 His entire face seems to be pieced together from several faces, and the pieces are twisted and grown together. Some have formed a black lump, and some have bright red sarcoma.

"what happened?"

　　 He muttered to himself, his voice extremely low, echoing in the empty tomb.

　　 "Where is Black?"

　　 "Let him come and see me."

　　 said the figure in the coffin.

　　 As the sun goes down, Black has just finished an internal meeting and hurriedly left the Hunter's Guild in Crescent City.

　　 In the darkness, he once again came to the very familiar building.

　　 clenched his fists, Blake still stepped into it, for the teacher, he only had a little awe in his heart.

　　 All the rest is fear.

　　 In the empty hall, only the echo of his own footsteps can be heard, and every step of his is in line with the heartbeat. This depressed feeling makes Black breathless.

　　 But whenever he wants to adjust, an inexplicable force will interfere with him.

　　 "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

　　 Black lowered his head.

　　 "Has the Federation of Trade Unions sent someone over?"

　　 "Mr. Sean is the same as last time."

　　 "But we have already figured out a way to hold him, he is now in another area, and he should not be here in a short time."

　　 "Are we going to start now?"

　　 Black asked.

　　 "Wait a little longer, I still need some time."

　　 "Choose carefully, I only want the best of them, and weed out the rest."

　　 "After all, only the demon hunter with the toughest will and body can survive our method."

　　 "Control the rhythm."

　　 Hoarse voice echoed from the hall.

"And one more thing."

　　 "Black speaks suddenly."

　　 "There are many demon hunters who want to see you..."

　　 "This matter..." The hoarse voice groaned.

　　 "Promise them."

　　 "Teacher?"

　　 "Don't forget the little guy Zalu caught."

　　 Black's eyes lit up.

　　 "Go down."

　　 He folded his hands and slowly withdrew from the main hall after the courtesy.

When 　　 walked outside, the sky had become pitch black, but at this moment, a voice came from the dark corner of the door.

　　 "Mr. Black."

　　Black moved with an expression, and turned sideways to see the figure sliding out of the darkness, with weird expressions and gloomy eyes.

　　 is Dickinson.

　　 Black sighed slightly, he looked around, only the shadow of the building could be seen under the dark night sky.

　　 "There is no one else here, you don't need to be like this."

"my father."

　　 Dickinson walked out of the darkness, "The rules are the rules, and the relationship between us cannot be known by other people in the guild."

　　 "Compared to the title of father, I prefer to hear you call me Mr. Dickinson."

　　 "How do you feel, Mr. Chairman?"

　　 Dickinson asked in a deep voice.

"not bad."

"That's good!"

　　 Dickinson walked slowly into the hall.

　　 "Goodbye Mr. Black."

"Bye now……"

　　 Black hesitated for an instant, but continued:

　　 "Mr. Dickinson."

　　 Dickinson, who turned his back to him, gave a satisfied smile.

　　 After entering the empty hall, Dickinson came to a round platform in the middle. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a relief in the middle of the round platform, muttering words.

　　 Not long after, a rumbling sound sounded, and the round table sank down.

　　 The round platform moved down very fast, and it didn't take long to come to the depths of the underground. When it stopped, a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of Dickinson.

　　 The torches on both sides illuminated the passage like daylight. Dickinson passed through it, then entered the core area and saw the crystal coffin placed in the center of the tomb.

　　 Entering here, the expression on Dickinson's face changed drastically. He bent down flatteringly and lowered his head, "Respected master, your servant brought his sincere greetings."

　　 "Get me here!"

　　 shouted in a hoarse voice, obviously there was no power to pass, but Dickinson knelt on the ground with a plop, holding his head and let out a scream.

　　 "Damn thing, do you want to leave me?!"

　　 "Don't dare..."

　　 "No, how is it possible!"

　　 "You are my master and the sustenance of my soul. How could I leave you?"

　　 Dickinson lay on the ground, not even daring to lift his head.

　　 "How could I create an idiot like you?!"

　　 "If it wasn't because my soul was injured and there was no way to change my body, how could I create waste like you!"

　　 "Respected master, please don't be angry. It's not worth it for ants like me."

　　 "Get me now and help me up!"

　　 hoarse voice shouted sharply.

　　 Dickinson quickly got up from the ground, and then quickly ran to the crystal coffin.

　　 The crystal coffin was filled with black liquid, and there seemed to be tentacle-like objects squirming in the liquid.

　　 "My master, your injury has healed?"

　　 "Kassandra is stronger than I thought, but unfortunately, after practicing black witchcraft, she has no chance at all."

　　 Dickinson straightened up, and the figure lying in the crystal coffin also stood up completely. His upper body was covered with deformed pieces of meat, as if he was filling his body with chopped rotten meat.

　　 The skeletal muscles are mixed together, and the dark cyan heart even hangs outside.

　　 His lower body is a collection of dark yellow tentacles, with walnut-sized suction cups on the tentacles, one side is pink and the other side is blue-purple.

　　In the middle position, a thing that represents the physiological characteristics of a male is squirming.

　　 "How many years can your body be used?"

　　 The monster-like figure suddenly asked.

　　 "Up to 5 years, my master."

"Ok."

　　 "I will recover soon and get rid of this body completely. By then Black will be useless."

　　 "He gave you his body."

　　 "Thank you, my master."

　　 Dickinson pretended to be grateful.

　　 "Humph!"

　　 "Don't think I don't know your original plan, isn't you just waiting for this day to give birth to this son?"

　　 "As wise as you, my master."

　　 Dickinson gave a weird laugh~www.NovelMTL.com~ Let's go, take me to meet our legendary first beauty in Bordeaux. "

　　 "Um... with human aesthetics."

　　 "I thought of mating with such creatures."

　　The facial features on the ugly face of the weirdo gather together, "It's really nauseating."

　　 Dickinson opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

　　 But he didn't say anything, and helped his master to a door at the end.

　　 pushed the door open, and the first thing that caught his eye was the huge circle carved on the ground. If Roger was here, he would definitely recognize that this circle was the one drawn by Araham back then.

　　 It's just that there are some changes in the details.

　　 The room was filled with torches. What burned on each torch was not a flame, but a demon spirit bound to it, screaming desperately.

　　 The green light, but the screams coming into my mind make the whole room look like hell.

　　 On the wall at the end of the room, a naked woman was hung there, and her whole body was torn into big characters.

　　 And what is waiting for her.

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