Demon Hunter and His Hut

If when going up the mountain, the mountain road is popular, but the one who happens to be walking in front is a charming beauty, then the boring journey will definitely become a lot more interesting.

Although the environment here is good, it will be greasy after watching for a long time, but Olivia leads the way, and the two chatted with each other, and soon came to the top of the mountain.

The big branches on the top of the mountain are luxuriant, and the wanton-growing branches cover the entire house behind, and part of it hangs down, seeming to add a natural barrier to the room.

But there are so many branches that Roger has no way to see the whole picture of the whole house. There is even a weirdness in his heart. Those branches seem to have been specially trimmed, and they have wrapped the whole house, even the doors and windows are no exception.

But Olivia did not go directly to the house, but came under the big tree, pressed her palm to the bark, and the faint light flashed.

At the next moment, in the direction facing the two Rogers, a part of the tree trunk sank downward, and then a green light gate appeared.

Olivia stepped forward and took the initiative to step into the light gate, and Roger did not hesitate to step into it.

A warm stream of light glided across the body, and a kind of soulful enjoyment suddenly rose. The next second Roger found that he seemed to have crossed a spatial barrier and appeared in a room covering nearly 100 square meters.

"Space moves?"

No, this is the world of the soul, and the rules of reality may not apply. Roger suddenly realized this problem.

He seemed to appear out of thin air. He was in the middle of the room at this time. There were a few windows around him. There was a breeze. Roger turned his side and saw the sky and the ocean in the distance.

"We went straight into that room?"

Roger asked with some suspicion, but soon he realized something. He turned around abruptly, and there was an open space behind him. He saw a fireplace built close to the wall.

The fire inside was booming, the firewood was burning and there was a crackling sound. There were a few wooden chairs placed in front of the fire, and there was a figure facing Roger with his back, seeming to be playing on a small table in front of the fire. What's going on.

Roger did not speak rashly. He and Olivia entered the green light door one after another, but he was the only room in front of him, so the figure who was busy in front of the fire...

"Don't worry, this is my idea. I think it would be better for us to meet with no one to interrupt."

The busy figure turned his head, Roger saw her appearance clearly. It was an old woman in her sixties with some wrinkles on her face and her eyes were blue like the sea.

She looks kind and seems to be very educated, wearing a green coat, only showing a pair of dry palms.

"Guests from outside, please sit down."

The old lady's gaze seemed to see everything through, and Roger settled down and walked to the fire and sat opposite the old lady.

"How should I address you as?"

"It's not important." The old woman shook her head. "Because this may be the last time we meet, so it doesn't matter what you call me."

She turned over the inverted teacup, picked up the jug next to it, and poured the emerald green liquid into the water cup. The water cup was not filled up, at best it was only about one-third filled.

"Please taste it. This is a treat as a guest. It is a rare good thing."

"Thank you!"

Roger nodded, but did not touch the water glass in front of him.

"You are very wary of my guests, but trust me, you will understand the value of a glass of water in the future. Its sweetness and mellow will be enough for me to have a long aftertaste."

The steam was steaming, and if the smell of Ruowu burst into his nose, Roger didn't care much at first, but when he saw the expression on the face of the old woman opposite, he suddenly realized something and reached out and picked up the water glass on the table.

"what is this?"

"As you can see, it's just a glass of water."

"The only special thing is its taste."

"A taste that can be tasted."

"Like I said, it's sweet and clear."

Roger was silent for a while, then put the water glass on the table again, "Will everyone be like this, or is there only the fifth stage of the immortal?"

Only then did he notice that although everything in front of him seemed extremely real, there was a barrier in the dark that prevented him from blending into the surrounding environment.

It's like sitting in front of the screen and watching the wonderful world on the Internet. Everything is real, but everything is false.

"The longer you stay, the more you will lose. If you become immortal, you will lose all feelings..."

"No, it's not everything."

"Those painful, dirty, and negative things will be kept, but from then on, there will be no way to enjoy all the good feelings."

"I can't feel anything except painful."

The old woman's eyes were calm, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her, but Roger could imagine that if she didn't feel anything good, then being alive was really a curse.

"What's the point of losing so much immortality?"

He shook his head and said his thoughts.

"Ha ha."

The old woman smiled, "Isn't it worth it that you can exchange for immortality with a little feeling?"

"After all, some things can always be solved, but when you die, there is nothing left."

The next moment she suddenly smiled, "Don't talk about such a heavy topic, our discussion is meaningless, because since the beginning of this world, no one can refuse the temptation of immortality."

"No one." She repeated it again.

"Okay, shall we talk about your business?"

"That's why Olivia sent you here."

"Genius or lunatic?"

"A guy who calls himself the world."

"From my past experience, many of the next steps are actually meaningless. Going crazy is almost certain. What we need to consider now is how to save you?"

"At least tell me the standard, right?"

Roger asked calmly.

"There is no standard. Trying to control a power far beyond one's own limit, the only result is that the soul is confused and leads to madness."

"What you see in that mirror is not you, but the interference in the soul, but the result has been cast, and the self-cognition has been shaped, unless you have the courage to break through yourself and crush everything you have now."

"Then start again."

"It sounds no different from killing me."

Roger smiled, but the expression in his eyes didn't fluctuate too much.

"Because no matter what you say, even if you put the so-called result in front of you, I won't believe it."

"What a weird guy."

The old woman chuckled, "In this case, let's officially start the test."

Put your hands together, and the cups on the table disappeared instantly, "I hope you can inspire soul fire and resonate."

"You are in the Soul Realm now, and the actions that could not have been simple enough will change here."

"What you have to do is to put your soul-powered palms here, and leave the rest to me."

There are criss-cross patterns appearing on the smooth table top. The old woman smiles beautifully, but Roger sits there blankly.

It wasn't until a long time later that he asked, "How should I call you?"

"I said, the title is not important, because this is the last time we have met."

"How should I call you?" Roger repeated it again.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"The name is just a code name. You can call it whatever you want, as long as you want."

"Whatever you call it?"

Roger smiled, "If I change to who I was before, I will definitely not mind preparing a few unique titles for you, but now I am not in the mood to do so."

"Where is Olivia?"

"And who on earth are you?"

He asked.

"You are really crazy, hopeless fellow, our conversation is over, go back, I will pass the final result to Olivia."

"You missed the only chance to save yourself."

After speaking, she pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room.

"Get out!"

But Roger did not get up. He looked around, as if he wanted to find something unusual.

At this moment, everything in front of me seemed to have been soaked in ink and wash, and a familiar feeling enveloped my whole body.

The next moment he found himself back in the middle of the room again.

The simple dress, the crackling firewood burning, and the blue sky and sea water in the distance can be seen through the windows not far away.

There was a breeze, and then Roger saw the figure busy in front of the fire.

Green coat, thin body.

The furnishings in the room, the movement of the figure, and even the angle of light are exactly the same.

As if time were going backwards, he was back to the state he had when he first entered the house.

"what happened?"

"This is that woman's special ability?"

Roger was puzzled.

"But does she make any sense in doing this?"

"wrong……"

"Is it because I am immune to her special ability?"

"If time falls into a short cycle, then a person with this ability can almost touch the limit of his ability in this time cycle."

"Find the so-called optimal solution!"

"But why?"

"why me?"

There were dozens of thoughts flashing in Roger's mind between the lightning and flint.

"What should I do next?"

Pretend that nothing has happened, and then re-run the exercise according to the established script, or do I respond to changes in the same way, and only when the other party makes changes, will I make corresponding adjustments?

But a person's behavior is completely random, the same thing happens again, but because of the influence of probability, it may lead to a different result...

If this is the case, how should I choose?

"He is placing the tea set, and then... after three seconds, she will turn around."

Roger silently calculated the time, but when his attention was extremely concentrated, a voice rang from behind him.

"Why did you run in front of me?"

The expression on Roger's face changed abruptly, but soon he regained his composure, and then slowly turned his head.

Olivia.

Behind him, it was Olivia who entered the green light gate one step ahead of him.

"Why is she here?"

"Isn't this time loop?"

But why the light in the surrounding scenes, and even the woman's movements, are as good as the previous memories?

Is it the disguise shared by the two of them?

"No, the direction is wrong."

"The same scene, but in these two times, my body is facing completely opposite directions."

Roger's mind was in confusion, but there was still a smile on his face, and he didn't explain anything.

Sure enough, Olivia didn't ask much, but walked past Roger and went straight to the stove.

"Teacher, Roger is here."

"Sit together."

A gentle but not old voice sounded.

The woman turned her head, and Roger could see her clearly.

With just a glance, he pretended to inadvertently lower his head, and walked quickly to the seat in front of the stove.

The emerald green liquid was poured into the cup, but this time there were three empty cups on it.

There was a trace of joy on Olivia's face, she couldn't wait to pick up the cup and drank the liquid inside.

"Every time I come here, what I look forward to most is this link. You are very generous today. You are almost halfway down."

After a while, she noticed that Roger hadn't touched the water glass on the table, "Don't you plan to try it?"

"Or do you think something has been added to it?"

Olivia frowned, no one could hear the emotions in her words.

But Roger was still unmoved. He just smiled and explained casually, "A qualified alchemist will not taste anything without understanding the characteristics of the condition and item."

"No matter when, wherever, everything we do needs complete data as support."

"Are you sure not to drink?"

Roger nodded.

"Then it's mine." Olivia unceremoniously raised the cup in front of Roger and drank it.

She moves extremely fast, seemingly afraid that someone will stop this behavior.

"When I go back, I will tell you what's in it."

"Trust me, this is the worst decision you have made so far."

"The teacher has very few guests, and you shouldn't have the chance to visit next time, so you missed a world."

"Okay, that's it. We should hurry up and solve this Mr. Roger's problem. After all, the longer we stay in this place, the more boring it will become."

"Done as soon as possible, it's good for you all."

"In comparison, I am more inclined to the favorable answer. I have a clear structure and a firm belief. If alchemy is everything to him, it would be okay to exaggerately call myself the world."

The appearance is the same, but the tone of speech seems to be slightly different. Roger is focused, and he must try to prevent himself from revealing any flaws.

"what should I do?"

"Or, what is the so-called standard?"

Roger asked again.

"It's very simple, you don't need to do anything, just stay in this house within three days."

"Those crazy people are all misled by the misinformation in the mirror, and these errors come from the dark side of the soul realm. These unknown things are corroding your soul all the time."

"But because they don't come from the heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ but from the outside world, as long as they are isolated from each other, the clues can be found in a short time."

"So you don't need to do anything. Stay here and wait patiently. Time will give us the answer."

"It sounds simple, I have confidence in myself."

Roger said casually, and then pretended to be careless and asked the question he had prepared for a long time.

"So, what should I call you?"

"You can call my name Tristramie." The old woman smiled.

"Of course, you can also follow the so-called rules and call me the title I got when I entered the fifth stage."

"Fate gold coin."

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