Demon Hunter and His Hut

  Roger looked up at one of the murals.

  The picture is an open field. A young man is lying leisurely on the grass, raising his head, as if enjoying the afternoon sun.

  However, the young man’s face was full of horror. When he got closer, he could even hear the screams in his mouth.

  His limbs were pressed to the ground, his belly was cut open, the internal organs were pulled out, and then placed around the same.

  It seems that only after being irradiated by the hot sun can the dark energy lingering on it be cleared.

  The whole canvas is soaked with the smell of blood.

The characters in    were sketched in a few strokes. Roger couldn't even see their facial features. He continued to walk up while observing every mural around him.

   without exception.

  The people in the mural are suffering torment, and each one is alive.

   "Look, what is this?"

  There was a surprise sound in the hall. Roger looked down from a height and looked down at the dining table. Two large wooden boxes appeared at some point before the dining table.

  The box is opened, and the middle-aged man is standing in front of the box and rummaging through it.

   "So many treasures, were they given to us by the owner of the manor?"

  The middle-aged man took out the contents of the box and played the same thing.

  Roger didn't know what the contents of the box looked like in his eyes, but at least from his perspective, he only saw a bunch of dry bones.

   stopped paying attention to the two people downstairs, he continued to walk up.

  Looking for it picture by picture.

  The patterns outlined on the narrow canvas make people shudder. Roger couldn't imagine if everyone on this canvas was a real existence.

  Then what he currently sees will be an extremely large number.

  The second floor was silent, and there was light flashing in the room at the end of the corridor. Roger listened carefully, and at the same time clenched the weapon in his hand.

  As he approached one of the murals, Roger suddenly stopped.

  In the mural is a huge dining table. A hideous giant brandishing a knife and fork is cutting the struggling figure in the plate into pieces and then swallowing it into his mouth.

   "Stephen!"

  Roger's face was happy, but he did not act rashly after confirming Stephen's identity.

  It is still unclear what the consequences will be if the mural is taken away. This place is too strange. The limitation of strength is one aspect, and more importantly, the strange state of the soul.

  The lighted room was quiet, and there was the sound of paper rubbing inside. Roger slowly moved and took advantage of the reflection of the weapon in his hand to look at the structure of the room.

  Under the dimly lit yellow light, on the flat writing desk, a paintbrush was drawing something on the paper, and then waited quietly for a while, making sure it was not a ghost that caused Roger to take a deep breath and walk into the house.

  On the drawing paper, a frightened face suddenly appeared on the paper.

  Is the curly-haired boy Roger had ever met.

  He repeated the death process over and over again on the drawing paper.

   "It seems that everyone who died here will have their soul here forever."

   "What is the purpose of this?"

   "Is it just torture?"

  He can feel that the brush in front of him must be a cursed object.

   Crackling.

  At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from downstairs, and Roger walked quickly to the window. The middle-aged man, who was full of food and drink, was dragging a large box and struggling to move his horse.

  His eyes flashed with excitement, and he was muttering words.

   "Awesome, enough gifts for my daughters."

   Pack the so-called treasure in the box and untie the reins of the horse. Just when the middle-aged man was about to leave, he glanced over and noticed the brilliant red hidden in the ice and snow in the distance.

  A splendid rose garden.

  Seeing this scene, Roger's mind flashed, and he remembered a story that had been circulating for a long time.

  "A manuscript of a fairy tale?"

   "But this way of entering is too weird, right?"

   "Is anyone behind it controlling?"

  When Roger thought about it, the middle-aged man had already trot a few steps into the rose garden.

  According to the development in the story, the next moment the greedy middle-aged man will pick a rose in the garden, and he will be cursed for it.

  But when Roger was distracted, an inexplicable pressure surged into his heart. He was shocked and turned his head back suddenly.

  In the darkness outside the door, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him!

  Battery...

  Blood flowed on the ground, and the sound from the beast’s throat let Roger know that the animal hadn’t eaten enough.

  …………

  Time goes back not too long ago.

  Hearing Roger’s shout, Henrik took a deep breath, and the light from the corner of his eyes swept away, and the monstrous water poured out from the room and patted Roger and Gewei standing in front.

   "Crack!"

  Without any hesitation, Henrik smashed the original weak plank under his feet, and in the next second he saw Roger's hand emitting a powerful attack, but then the two figures were swallowed by the water.

  With the buffer of this moment, Henrik sank and fell from the gap on the fourth floor.

  In the process of going down, he has already taken a good look at the surrounding environment, as long as he landed on the ground, he could move to the surrounding windows.

   Immediately afterwards, you can break through the window.

  Two seconds later, Henrik found that his body was still falling. He looked around in horror. There were no broken corridors and growing green branches.

The space around    is distorted, as if in a certain passage.

   Breathing was slightly stagnant, and the speed of falling suddenly slowed down. A soft touch came from around the body. When he recovered, Henrik found himself lying on a soft bed.

  The air is filled with the aroma of Ruoruuowu.

  The bedding under her body is made of velvet, lying on it like falling into the clouds, soft and makes people don’t want to stand up.

  The floor is made of pine wood. There is a small piece of wool carpet in front of the bed. Every piece of wool on the carpet has been carefully treated. The sound of firewood burning from a stove not far away.

   "Where am I?"

   Henrik opened his mouth, only to find an unfamiliar voice coming from his throat. He jumped out of the bed in horror and pulled over a mirror beside the bed.

  In the mirror is a completely strange face.

  The reddish curly hair is tied behind his head, his face is white, and the white shirt is open, revealing a thin chest.

  This is a gentle and beautiful man.

  "His Royal Highness~www.NovelMTL.com~Are you awake?"

  A coquettish voice came from outside the door.

  In the next second, two figures in court ladies' dresses opened the door and appeared in front of Henrik.

   "It's time for dinner."

  One of them lifted the tray in his hand, and placed a beating heart on it.

   "Eating?"

   "What the hell?"

  Henrik overturned what was in the woman's hand, trying hard to calm himself down, "What's the matter? How did I become another person?"

   "A hallucination?"

   "Still a weird cursed place?"

   "His Royal Highness, please stop..."

   There was an exclamation around him, but Henrik didn't notice at all. He stepped forward unconsciously and opened the curtain with his hand.

  Looking down from here, a huge castle has a panoramic view.

  At the same time, the moonlight outside the window was also reflected in his eyes.

  In the next second, Henrik’s eyes were completely attracted by the full moon high in the sky.

  "This moonlight..."