Demon Hunter and His Hut

"what happened?"

Veronia shook her head, "How did I feel Martha weird just now."

Roger and the girl walked side by side.

"If it is not necessary, you will at least reduce your contact with that Martha in the future. I feel strange energy fluctuations in her, although I can't distinguish it."

"But that woman is obviously no ordinary person."

"You mean...?"

Veronia quickly understood something.

"She used some kind of spell on me just now?" Veronia shook her head, shuddering, a bit of retreat was already in her heart.

However, he carefully observed Roger's expression, and seeing that the latter did not express anything, he sighed in his heart, silently suppressing the thought.

In any case, she always felt safer to follow Roger.

Entering the hall, the room was brightly lit. Under the guidance of the waiter, all the guests were divided into male and female rows and led into the dark room behind.

There they will complete the disguise, and then re-enter the place where the masquerade is held. Veronia's anxiety in her heart becomes stronger and stronger, she hesitated for a moment, and walked to Roger.

"The atmosphere here is very depressing, I want to leave immediately, how about you, with me?"

There was a faint expectation in Veronia's voice. She took the initiative to hold Roger's hand, her little finger scratched in Roger's palm, and this cryptic hint was self-evident.

"Last time you didn't seize the opportunity, are you going to reject me again today?"

Roger was condescending and looked down in the deep V red evening dress.

At a glance.

If you change the time and place, he might not mind recounting and chatting with old friends.

But not today.

Taking advantage of the large number of people, it was the best time for him to learn about this manor.

Roger shook his head slightly.

"It's really inconvenient today."

Veronia's disappointment disappeared in a flash.

"Ok."

She approached Roger and quietly said an address in the latter's ear.

"My door is always open for you..."

Veronia smiled.

Roger nodded, "Let's go, I will send you out of the manor first."

Roger took Veronia out of the hall, and an attendant stopped them at the door, but after asking for the specific reason, he didn't say much, so they let the two walk to the parking lot.

Starting the car, the red Ferrari left the manor slowly down the road.

Roger stood high and watched Veronia's car's taillights go away. He turned around and walked towards the hall again when he was sure that Veronia had left the manor.

"Where is my lovely Veronia?"

A voice came from the darkness.

Martha walked slowly with her wine glass, "Is too tired to rest upstairs?"

He looked at Roger unscrupulously, "You look very strong, tut..."

In the eyes of this woman, Roger saw a little bit of hunger and greed.

"Is this your outfit tonight?"

He didn't continue the topic, but pointed to a new cutout evening dress that Martha had changed.

Small diamonds are inlaid on the clothes, and the hollow pattern is attached to the surface of the skin, looming in the dim light.

In all fairness, this woman is really good at picking clothes.

"Oh!"

Martha trembled with laughter.

Well, it is really trembling.

"Remember my clothes, come to me when the prom starts..."

After speaking, she chuckled and left with her wine glass.

Roger frowned.

"There is no spiritual fluctuation of a witch, nor the blood of a warlock. As for the demon hunter, it is even more impossible. The exorcist or the psychic?"

The characteristics of this Masha are very different from the extraordinary professions that Roger has come into contact with.

But seeing this woman, he became more confident in his next actions.

There must be some secret hidden in this manor. This secret may have something to do with the Stuart family back then.

Walk into the hall again.

After this time delay, there were not too many people left in the hall. Roger walked into one of the rooms under the guidance of the waiter.

The room is only about a dozen square meters. There is a soft sofa near the wall. There is a monitor on the table next to it. The monitor shows all the decorative items that Roger can choose.

He looked through it carefully and found that there are countless kinds of rich materials. As long as you select the corresponding items, at most one minute, the prepared props will be sent into the room through the elevator.

All kinds of decorations can be selected, but only the mask worn on the face cannot be changed after being selected.

And every mask is unique.

Just as Roger was making a choice, on the other side, Martha turned a corridor with a wine glass. After turning a corner, her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

There was a faint red light flashing in the dim corridor, and the light shone dimly on Martha's face, except for the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor.

The silky gasp in the corridor penetrated into the brain little by little.

Pushing the door open, a tall man sat on the sofa with his back to Martha.

This man has loose blonde hair, and the color of his hair is not pure, it is a bit obscure dark blonde.

From the back, only the shoulders and neck of the man can be seen bulging like a mountain.

"How are you preparing?"

"There are several suitable candidates."

"By the way, people from the Knights came to check here, but I have sent it away."

Martha curled her lips, stepped forward and embraced the man's neck from behind.

"In order to deal with those guys, I suffered a big loss, you say..."

"How can I compensate me?"

"Ha ha."

The man smiled, "You are always so greedy."

A face appeared in her mind, Martha thought for a while but didn't say a word, it seemed to be a delicious prey, she might be able to eat it secretly.

"Get ready, we'll be on the stage in a while."

The man stood up, and under his feet were two shivering women. Their eyes were dull and there were no strands on their bodies. They were obviously confused, but they would still instinctively rush to fear.

He turned to look at Martha.

Even though she has faced it countless times, every time she sees this face, Martha still has fear in her heart.

The man's entire face was dug out, and in the downwardly dented part, there are densely stacked layers of sharp teeth!

"Where is my face?"

The man murmured.

He looked around, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com stepped to the wall and removed a bone mask from the wall.

Click!

The face and the mask fit together perfectly, and after the sound, the two merge into one. When the man turned his head again, a delicate and handsome face appeared in front of Martha.

No flaws can be seen from any angle.

"Okay, we can leave now."

The man beckoned to Martha, and when he walked to the door, the shadow under the light suddenly climbed up the man's ankle like a living thing.

Pushing the door open, he has put on an exquisite evening gown.

Two muffled hums came from the room, and the body of the woman lying on the ground melted and seemed to be eaten by this room.

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