Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Narcissus Street (7)

“There is an upward vent in the ground. From the position where the woman is lying, one can see through a little gap and see a little bit of the situation in the yard.”

“During decades of torture, the only thing this woman can see is her husband and sister cuddling on the bench.”

“Perhaps she has already regarded her sister as herself in her heart, numbing her brain with her lies.”

“This incident caused a great sensation at the time, but the woman’s soul did not become an evil spirit.”

“If Veronia’s dream corresponds to her story, all we need to do now is find her.”

“Sever this initial connection and let us return to the real world.”

“The monster that this woman has turned into is like an umbilical cord to this world. Through this umbilical cord, it connects with the outside world and speeds up the process of assimilation.”

“Killing her will not only bring us back to the real world, but it is very likely that it will also stop the transformation of this world.”

“Because assimilation has not taken shape, after cutting the connection, this different space may be closed forever!”

Henrik added.

Through the glass by the window, there is a vast expanse of whiteness outside, and the dense fog covers the whole world and everyone’s heart at the same time.

“How do we find that terrible monster?”

Veronia spoke suddenly.

“About those dreams, do you have other memories besides the diary?”

Roger asked.

Veronia shook her head, “I don’t know, I was so scared in the dream, I didn’t notice some details at all.”

Roger guessed that Veronia’s family could be traced back to the woman and her sister.

“What you experienced at that time was not a dream at all. In fact, at that time, you already came here, but because the connection was still unstable, after you were sober, you were sent back to the real world.”

“Think about it carefully, a little bit of detail can help us find that place.”

Ingmar comforted.

She and Veronia have been together for the longest time. Hearing her comforting sound, Veronia’s mood has stabilized a lot.

“Don’t force it.”

It takes a lot of courage for Ingmar to remember a terrible nightmare clearly.

“Wait a minute.”

“I did think of something, but I’m not so sure.”

Veronia hesitated.

“In my dreams, every once in a while, I always seem to hear a knocking sound. The sound sounds like a chess piece… the sound of a chessboard.”

Veronia carefully recalled that she herself was not quite sure.

“Percussion?”

Henrik and Hathaway looked at each other, and there was a hint of surprise on their faces.

“The area where Hathaway and I visited before can hear similar sounds, very crisp.”

“Is that woman hiding in that area?”

“Probably!”

“Most of the rooms in this place are inaccessible. Roger and I have been to three of them. There are four of them, including yours. These four houses are located in different locations and correspond to each other.”

“And in the area you went to before, you can even meet monsters during the day, which is enough to explain the speciality of that area.”

Ingmar clenched his fists. “In any case, we must go there and take a look.”

“The time left for us is running out.”

After making a plan, everyone went back to the room to regenerate their energy, and there might be a fierce battle next.

This time the duration of the fog seemed to be exceptionally long.

I don’t know how long it took, Henrik knocked on Roger’s door.

“Come out and have a look, something has changed outside.”

Roger followed Henrik to the outside of the house. The fog covering the entire area had disappeared, but what appeared before him was no longer any sight that Roger had seen before.

“what happened?”

“The final assimilation has begun.”

“Look at the architectural style here like Bordeaux many years ago.”

Henrik replied.

“Will this copy the entire city of Bordeaux?”

“No, it should be only part of it, mainly concentrated in the vicinity of Rose Street.”

Roger closed his eyes and felt it, “The safe point when I woke up is still there.”

Roger didn’t notice anything unusual in the hunter’s cabin in his consciousness.

“Let’s go, we have to speed up the progress, the next time the fog may never disappear.”

“Perhaps after dissipating, we will become a part of this world.”

Ingmar added from behind.

Except for Veronia, the other four have a certain degree of combat effectiveness. Seeing everyone planning to leave, Veronia’s eyes were red with anxiety.

“The front is too dangerous. With us, you don’t have a chance to survive. Just wait here with peace of mind. If we succeed, you will naturally leave here.”

Roger comforted.

He didn’t say the second half. If the four of them fail, all of them will die here.

“Stay here.”

Ingmar patted Veronia on the shoulder.

“See you in reality!”

After finishing speaking, he followed the pace of the three and left in stride.

Veronia pursed her lips and squeezed the dagger in her hand.

I hope I didn’t use it.

The streets here have changed a lot, but fortunately they are no longer moving back and forth like before, so even if he is not very familiar with the route, Roger can basically infer a rough direction.

Then keep moving towards the goal.

During their journey, the changes here are still continuing.

Crossing one of the streets, Roger slowed down and looked to the other side.

“What’s wrong?”

Henrik asked warily.

He followed Roger’s line of sight. On the side of the street at the end of his line of sight, there was an iron street sign with a line clearly printed on it.

“Narcissus Street.”

Roger’s eyes narrowed slightly. Is this Narcissus Street the Narcissus Street Anna mentioned?

Will there be number 48 here?

“nothing.”

Roger retracted his gaze. Although he wanted to go there to check it out, there were more important things to do now.

“It was not called Rose Street a long time ago. Don’t take things too seriously here. Different spaces will assimilate reality, but it will also distort reality.”

“What you see before your eyes is not real.”

Henrik said casually.

Roger nodded, but he always felt that this was not a mere coincidence. Perhaps in a certain period, there was a place called Narcissus Street in the current original site of the Rose Villa District.

He has at least some eyebrows about No. 48 Shuixian Street, and he can start investigating from this aspect when he returns.

After walking for a while, a large area completely different from the surrounding architectural style appeared in front of everyone.

Sharp-cornered tower with round dome.

Thick and flat stones.

Immediately afterwards, a demon spirit glowing with green light, carrying a lantern in his left hand and a rapier in his right hand, appeared in front of everyone.

It was wearing a linen gray robe, half of its head was wrapped with a hood, revealing a skull-like face.

In the center of its forehead, a silver hole was looming.

“Damn it, that shot just caused only so little damage to it!”

Henrik’s face became very ugly.