Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 37

Chapter 37-Meditation

Roger frowned.

He was almost certain that Mar was killed by the beast while following him.

But why did Bob’s father send someone to follow me?

This made Roger really confused. What did he want to investigate? Or did he find something?

After being followed, Roger first thought of Ivy. He hadn’t been in this world for a long time, and he didn’t have much overlap with other people. The most motivated person was Ivy.

but now……

The clues are messy and disorderly, and you will get different results if you follow any one of them.

“Tomorrow is Simpson’s funeral. After the funeral, a memorial service will be held at their home. Do you want to go?”

Amanda asked suddenly.

Roger nodded quickly, “Go ahead, and take a look at any clues by the way.”

The two exchanged a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn’t know much, and Roger was inconvenient to tell Amanda a lot of information, and she left after a while.

“I am very pleased to see you get along so well.”

When Roger was thinking about the matter, Andrin’s voice suddenly came from the door. Turning around, Andrin was wearing a house suit and walking towards Roger with two cups in her hand.

“A cup of hot cocoa.”

“Ms. Andrin…”

“Between me and Amanda…”

Roger now feels as if he was caught by the other’s parents when he was trying to meet the little girl.

“Hey, you don’t need to be nervous.”

Seeing Roger’s appearance, Andrin felt a little amused.

“That’s your young man’s business, I won’t interfere too much, if you really can talk…”

“I am very optimistic about you…”

“Amanda has not been close to me since I was a child, and grew up even more independent. He has few friends at school. I am really happy for her to see that you can talk to each other.”

“In many cases, although her mouth is hard and her speech is not so pleasant, she is not bad in her heart.”

Roger also nodded, “She is indeed a good girl.”

“Unfortunately, it’s not a female warlock…” He added silently in his heart.

what?

Why should I think so?

“Tomorrow is Simpson’s funeral. I have prepared a formal suit for you. Although you only met once, I think you should be able to send him for the last time.”

“No problem.” Roger nodded.

After a few more small chats, Andrine left. Just as Roger got up to close the door, a small red-haired head suddenly got in.

Amanda looked at Roger warily, “What did Mom say to you?”

“Talk about the embarrassment of urinating your pants when you were a kid.”

Roger has a black line on his face.

“real?”

Amanda almost exploded her hair.

“fake.”

Roger replied helplessly.

“Roger!!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Amanda, I’m sleepy, I’m going to bed, good night!”

Roger waved his hand and slammed the door without waiting for Amanda to respond.

After a while, a note was suddenly inserted under the door, “It’s dangerous outside now. You are not allowed to go out at night.”

“I will stare at you!”

Finally, he painted a fierce grimace.

With a warm heart, Roger tore the note to pieces.

Before certain things were determined, he did not plan to go into the woods at night. On the one hand, he would be more likely to be attacked by wild beasts. On the other hand, he was also a little worried.

Is the other party purely stalking, or is there something else?

Locked the door, Roger sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

He took off his upper body clothes, brought the skin and the air directly into contact, took a deep breath, then exhaled, closed his eyes, the breath gradually became longer, and then began to meditate according to the method recorded in the manual.

After a long while, he reluctantly opened his eyes.

There have been too many things recently, and there are many doubts lingering in his mind, and his thoughts are messy, so that he can’t calm down at all.

He found the hidden concentration potion, thought about it and put it back.

This thing is indeed amazing, but if you don’t fall asleep in the hunter’s hut, you can’t fully regain your energy even for two or three days if you just rely on natural sleep.

There is still something to do tomorrow.

Empty your mind, adjust your breathing…

After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.

“Or not.”

In fact, physical cultivation and spiritual cultivation are completely opposite.

One extreme movement and the other extreme silence.

This is also the reason why there are very few geniuses with concurrent training.

Just like in real life, it is extremely difficult to expect a sportsman to become a prince of music.

The concentration potion on the table reflected a special brilliance in the moonlight. Seeing this scene, Roger suddenly had a thought in his heart.

He took a glass of water, and then carefully dropped a few drops of the concentration potion.

After a little stirring, raise your head and drink the water in the glass.

The medicine worked quickly, but the effect was much weaker than before.

But this is exactly what Roger wanted to see.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, the brain quickly became calm, and his chest was undulating according to a special rhythm, as if a warm current was injected into his mind.

I don’t know how long it took. When Roger opened his eyes again and glanced at the wall clock on the wall at random, two hours had passed.

It seems that meditation has counteracted fatigue, and there is no side effect of taking concentration medicine in the brain. Roger was delighted when he discovered this.

This means that he can use meditation to replace sleep every night.

And as his strength improves, he may be able to gradually break away from the potion and actively enter a state of meditation.

Until then, he can even try to use concentration potions after leaving the hunter’s cabin.

As long as the lost energy can be restored through meditation after the event, meditation is not omnipotent. It cannot replace real sleep. After all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.

It was close to midnight, and Roger carefully came to the window to observe the street outside through the gap in the curtain.

Soon after, he really found some anomalies.

“There are people in that blue Ford.”

Under the dimly lit street light, Roger’s eyes naturally couldn’t penetrate the car window, but long-term observation made him notice the occasional shaking of the car body.

Even couples who want to fight in the field will not choose this kind of residential area, near midnight, who will be so bored that one person is sitting in a car?

After taking down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat down cross-legged, and started a new round of meditation.

Time and time again, until the sky is bright.

He opened his eyes, his mind was clear and energetic, but his body became extremely stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.

“It would be great if this thing can be practiced lying down.”

Roger thought greedily.

The breakfast was simple but nutritious. After the meal, little Jack was picked up by his aunt, and Andrin took Roger and two to Simpson’s home.

It was a small two-story building near the edge of the town. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling off. It seemed that the financial situation of Simpson’s family was not very good.

Although the Simpsons house looks dilapidated, there is a large courtyard behind, and he is about to be buried in the family cemetery behind.

When getting out of the car, Roger inadvertently caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous blue Ford parked on the side of the road.