Demon Hunter and His Hut

   "The entire castle covers a huge area, mainly divided into two areas, inside and outside. The outside area is where we are now, and the deeper place is the owner of the castle..."

  Henrik patted his chest while talking.

   "That's where I live."

   Then he recounted the changes that had happened to him briefly to Roger, and Roger also recounted his own experience.

  "Are the two castles? And the decoration style and structure inside are exactly the same?"

  Henrik was a little surprised.

   "It should not be that simple."

   Roger thought, "You just said that you found a middle-aged man in the hall who was devouring?"

  "At the same time, one of the 5 young men and women we met in front of the castle gate?"

  Henrik nodded.

   "That's a woman."

   "Go, let's go and have a look in the hall."

  Walking down the stairs, Henrik looked at a lighted room at the end of the corridor.

"what's happenin?"

   Luo outstandingly asked.

   "Nothing, just found something special in the room."

  Henrik's face covered with animal hair is not pretty.

   "What did you see? It can make you show such an expression." Roger asked strangely.

   "A human skin, a human skin that has been completely peeled off from the body, filled with stuffing, even wearing clothes, standing by the window in a decent way."

  Roger shrugged.

   "What's the fuss about this."

  "But what if that piece of skin was taken off from myself?"

  Henrik sneered.

   "Although this body is not mine, I can see a piece of human skin that is exactly the same as the one I use, being stripped off and hung on a shelf. How could that feeling make people happy."

  Roger thought of the scene at the time and nodded in agreement.

   "Wait a minute."

  He suddenly thought of something, "Is there only one piece of human skin in the room you saw?"

   "No desk and paintbrush?"

  Henrik barked his teeth. "Paint brush?"

"No."

  "Is it a different form of expression?" Roger thought for a while but didn't immediately check it out. Instead, he quietly walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

  The wooden door of the hall opened, and the snowflakes outside the door blew into the room. Under the bright moonlight, a figure was struggling to hang a large box on the horse.

   But when he was about to leave, he stopped by a ghost, looked in a direction in the castle, and then ran a few steps up.

  At this time, Roger had already seen the opponent's face clearly.

  The face of the middle-aged man he had seen before was exactly the same, and even the clothes on his body were exactly the same.

  There is also the black horse tied to the dead tree.

  Roger can almost guess what the middle-aged man will do next, but he doesn’t know whether the rose garden here is full of gorgeous roses or weird plants with weird heads like just now.

   "The story in this manuscript seems to have been altered by man..."

  Roger was saying this, but he heard a heavy panting around him.

  He turned his head and stood next to Henrique at this moment. He didn't know what stimulation he had received. His body was slightly swelled, and the hairs on his body were growing. Then he roared and rushed out like a wild beast on all fours!

   "Henrik, what are you doing?"

  Roger yelled, but Henrik didn't seem to be able to hear it at all. His huge body was like a big mountain, hitting the window next to him.

   Crackling!

Amid the sound of debris and glass splashing in the sky, Henrik had fallen into the rose garden outside. When Roger followed up, he happened to see Henrik pressing the middle-aged man on the ground with sharp claws. On his shoulders.

  Red blood ran down his shoulders.

  A strange voice came out from Henrik’s throat, "Take my rose, and you will pay for it with your life!"

  The rose in the middle-aged man’s hand suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and then left a rose-like mark on the back of his hand.

  "Use your own life or someone else's life to pay it back!"

   "The contract has engraved your soul, take these treasures and go!"

   "I only wait for you for three days. If you can't return as promised after three days, then this rose will take root on the back of your hand, sucking your flesh and blood and filling your internal organs!"

  Speaking, Henrik violently lifted the middle-aged man lying on the ground and threw it into the distance.

   "Remember, you only have three days!"

   Regardless of the pain on his body, the middle-aged man crawled on the ground and turned on his horse, and fled.

  At this time, the tyranny that enveloped Henrik gradually subsided, and his eyes gradually restored clarity.

   "Damn, what happened? I couldn't control my body just now!"

  He turned his head to look at Roger, and a trace of worry flashed across Roger's face.

  A part of their soul was extracted and poured into a strange body, seeming to be able to move at will, but there is an invisible big hand that secretly controls everything.

   "Where is that woman?"

   Henrik asked.

  Roger lowered his head and glanced, revealing a woman's purple-green face in a corner under the dining table.

  There is a circle of bruises on the neck, and the clothes on her body are messy.

   "Dead, killed by the guy just now."

"What?!" Henrik roared, almost unable to control his emotions. He took a few deep breaths, "What's the matter? It seems that since you came here, my emotions have become more and more unstable. Up."

  Roger's eyes lit up, combining his previous experience and the changes in Henrik's body, he vaguely understood something.

  "This is not an ordinary fairy tale world."

  "The holder of the manuscript can change the direction of the story to a certain extent, and what we experience is a story in a story."

   "No, maybe it's a parallel story."

  He looked at Henrik~www.NovelMTL.com~ If I guess right, Gewei may not be here, but I don’t know how many parts the fairy tale world is divided into. "

   "Because of this, each divided world is not enough to hold all our souls. We are pulled into it and become half puppets."

  In fact, at this point, the original story line of the world is no longer important. Roger always feels that the atmosphere here has its own special meaning, but the information he has now cannot fully speculate.

  At this moment, Roger felt that the entire castle seemed to tremble, and Henrik quickly recovered.

   "Just like that before you appeared..."

   "It's Gewei, she should be here!"

  Roger quickly came to the top along the stairs. As soon as he rushed up the stairs, he saw a red door appeared on the wall at the end of the corridor, and then the wooden door opened, and a beautiful blonde girl stepped out.

  The girl has fair skin and is wearing a white skirt. She has a pure and pleasant appearance, but her hands and the front of her clothes are stained with large blood stains, and she dyes her white long skirt red.

   "Gewei?" Roger asked tentatively.

  The girl looked at the long sword in Roger's hand.

   "Roger?"

   "Is it Henrik next to you?"