Demon Hunter and His Hut

Closing the door, a thin white young man with glasses walked forward.

Everyone noticed a black box in his hand.

"Since everyone is here, they should agree with what I said."

The young man with glasses is named Jensen and his family is engaged in ocean transportation. "I think everyone should have encountered some strange things in life, some things that cannot be explained by common sense."

The deep voice suddenly rose up.

"This world still hides unknown aspects that we don't know."

His gaze swept across everyone's faces, especially the Famikes. They had seen mermaids on the island, and they naturally agreed with them.

Jensen's gaze rested on a black-haired woman sitting in the back row of the meeting room. It was a tall and fair-skinned beauty, with black hair casually scattered, but not messy.

The eyes are pale green, like two shining gems.

He put the black box in his hand on the table.

The material of the box is very special. It is not stone or wood, as if it has been immersed in sea water for a long time. The protrusions on the surface are reminiscent of animals with smooth bodies.

Jason opened the box and took out a piece of worn parchment.

"what is this?"

Everyone's breathing became a little quick.

"Magic, spell?"

Said a woman sitting next to Famick.

If Roger stood here, he would definitely recognize the identity of this woman, who was wearing a bikini when he was rescued.

Jason shook his head and opened the parchment in his hand.

"This is a treasure map, a treasure map recording the location of the shipwreck of the Mary Hillers."

"Treasure Map?"

After listening to his words, everyone present could hardly conceal the disappointment on their faces.

"Hey, man, after preparing for so long, will you show us this?"

"You were not fooled by an antique dealer, are you? There are still people in this age who believe in the tricks of treasure maps?"

"Haha!"

"Among all the people present, who is really short of money?"

Famick said.

His words caused everyone to laugh.

Jason looked straight, "The assets of the family belong to the family, how much do we really belong to ourselves?"

Then he pushed the box in front of him forward, "More importantly, this box."

Inside the box, there is an oval bronze mirror inlaid in the upper half of the open, and the human face is slightly deformed when reflected on it, which looks a bit strange.

The lower part is very flat, with a papyrus in the middle and a quill pen next to it.

The pen nib is sharp, the hardness is comparable to metal, the feathers are brightly colored, and the place near the middle is bright red like blood.

Jason pushed the box to Famick who was closest to him.

"Prick your finger with the tip of the pen and write a question on the paper that only you know the answer."

Jason's expression was solemn.

"Prick your finger?"

Famick hesitated.

"It's just bleeding a little."

The man sitting next to him tossed the box carelessly, grabbed the quill pen while talking, and pierced his fingertips.

laugh!

There was a weird pull from the hollow quill, the man's face changed slightly, and the nib was soaked in blood in an instant.

His expression at this time also became solemn.

"Written on it?"

The man raised his head and asked.

Jensen nodded, "Remember, you must write down questions for which only you know the answer."

The man looked around, and Famick stepped back wittily, leaving enough space for him.

Picking up the pen, using a quill pen stained with blood, wrote a line on the sedge.

"Who was the first woman I slept with?"

After doing all this, the man raised his head and looked at Jason not far away.

"and then?"

As soon as the voice fell, the man stood up in a panic.

"WTF!"

On the box in front of him, the red handwriting on the papyrus moved like life, and then the letters on it were rearranged and combined.

Hearing what he said, the people next to him couldn't help but leaned over. Seeing the writing on it, everyone's complexion changed drastically.

"Emily Wilde."

Someone read the letters on the papyrus.

"Your sister's name."

Famick glanced at the man next to him, "What question did you write?"

The man didn't answer, but looked at Jason in the distance with a look of horror. The next second he rushed up like a violent brown bear.

"Damn, what did you do to me?!"

He raised his fist and smashed it.

"Calm down."

Jason avoided the man's fist.

"I did nothing."

He lifted the parchment in his hand, "Do you still doubt the authenticity of this thing now?"

The man panted, clenched his fists and walked towards the door.

"What the hell, too evil, I want to quit!"

Jason helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you sure you want to quit this game?"

No one noticed that there was a strange flash in Jensen's eyes when he mentioned the game.

"Go to your mother's game!"

"FU!"

The man stretched out his **** and walked away.

The atmosphere in the field became a little cold and quiet for a while.

"Does anyone still want to quit?"

Jason said leisurely.

"I want to try!"

Famick took the initiative to stand up, and what happened to his companion made him realize that it was unusual.

For people like them, ordinary beauty and enjoyment can no longer arouse any interest.

Pick up the quill in the box.

There was no drop of blood in the pen tube at this time.

It's as if this pen has magical powers, and it can perceive the questions that the writer wants to ask in advance.

Suck enough blood beforehand to write a complete question.

Famick took a deep breath and pierced his finger with the tip of the pen.

After a second, he picked up a pen and wrote down his question on the paper.

This time he was very careful, took the box in his hand and stepped back a few steps, and then saw the magical scene again.

The letters were swimming, and the answers to the questions appeared on the paper.

Famick's face changed wildly.

"Snapped!"

He closed the box without hesitation and looked at Jason in horror. At this time, he even had the urge to draw a gun.

"This…"

Famick opened his mouth but said nothing.

After a while, when he opened the box in his hand again, the writing on the paper had disappeared.

He let out a long breath.

"Are you leaving too?"

Jason asked.

Famick shook his head and sat down on a chair aside.

The performance of the two in a row brought everyone's curiosity to a critical point.

Then the boxes were passed on one by one, and everyone who tried it could not hide the surprise in their hearts.

In the process, some people left behind and others left.

Soon there was only one person left in the field who did not try, the black-haired woman sitting in the back row of the conference room.

"Gewei, it's your turn."

Jason's voice slowed down, his attitude towards this woman was obviously different from the others.

Everyone looked at it.

The woman named Gewei shook her head, her green pupils did not hesitate at all.

"No, I already know."

Her voice is soft, reminiscent of the wind in the valley.

After speaking, he stood up and pushed the door and left.

See this scene. Jason's face sank slightly.

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