Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 404

Chapter 401 Mural

There are no beasts or monsters, and the road leading to the castle is quiet. Roger can only see the ice crystals hanging on the surrounding trees, indistinctly like a monster with teeth and claws in the dark.

The road was rugged, and Roger’s shadow reflected on the ground, and it seemed that a strange change had taken place.

The distance from the place where he came to the castle is not far. According to Roger’s estimation, he only walked for about 10 minutes before arriving at the castle covered with frost.

Compared with the dilapidated castle they had seen in reality, the one in front of them was more magnificent and looked more like a military fortress.

Near the gate of the castle, Roger saw a black horse tied to dead wood. The horse was pitch black, but there was a circle of white on the soles of the feet. He saw Roger scream vigilantly.

A horse is a good horse, but the saddle is extremely worn out. This means that the owner of the horse may have lived a rich life for some time, but has recently fallen into poverty.

The gate of the castle opened, and Roger stood in the shadows and listened carefully. He was not using his own body now, and there was nowhere to release his seal.

Be careful in this situation, there is no harm in the end.

silence.

He could only hear his even breathing.

It was not until he noted the surrounding environment that he slowly came to the open door.

Unexpectedly, after entering the castle, the temperature suddenly rose, as if an invisible barrier turned the door into two worlds.

A huge black shadow was reflected on the wall. From Roger’s perspective, he could only see the black shadow bending over, seeming to swallow something crazily into his mouth.

“Crack, click!”

“Gudong, Gudong, Gudong!”

It was a hearty voice.

The floor under his feet seemed to be a few years old, Roger probed carefully, until he confirmed that the floor could fully bear his own strength, he moved his center of gravity forward.

When passing by a pair of knight’s armor in the corner, he easily replaced the long sword in the knight’s hand.

This is a standard weapon, but it is a bit heavy in Roger’s hand at this time.

At this moment, the figure reflected on the wall seemed to have noticed something, suddenly stopped, and then stood up vigilantly, seeming to be looking at something.

Roger took a deep breath. He stood on tiptoe. After a period of familiarity, his control of the body has risen dramatically, and the skills of hard training have also surfaced in his mind one by one.

But before Roger could continue forward, there was a sudden violent sound of horses from outside the castle, followed by the sound of messy footsteps, and a figure stumbled out of the door and rushed in.

“Help, who will help me?”

“What the hell is this?!”

Roger turned sideways and saw the stranger coming in from outside the door, a burly man with a dirty body, but what was inconsistent with his figure was the overwhelming horror on his face.

There was footsteps in the room, and Roger also saw the figure eating frantically at the table. It was not a terrible monster at all, but a middle-aged man with white sideburns.

The three have six eyes facing each other.

Roger’s eyes twitched, and he saw a strand of hair hanging from the middle-aged man’s mouth.

But the man didn’t seem to feel the same, licked his blood-stained hands on his mouth, and then wiped it clean on the dirty placket.

“who are you?”

“Are you also a passenger who was in trouble accidentally?”

The middle-aged man squeezed a kind smile.

If the meat foam between his teeth can be shaved clean.

“Come in, there is a table of great food in the house!”

“Perhaps this was prepared by the kind castle owner for troubled travelers like us.”

“This gentleman, who are you?”

“Are you visiting Ingman too?”

“My team and I entered an old castle, but not long after we entered, the ground suddenly collapsed and we rolled down. When I got back to my mind, I came to such a ghost place!”

“Oh my god, it’s cold outside, have we been kidnapped?”

“Please let me go. I’m just an intern reporter and don’t have much money.”

The big man said it upside down. The middle-aged man on the side was naturally confused, but Roger’s pupils shrank slightly. He didn’t expect this guy in front of him to be one of the group of five.

And his soul seemed to be enclosed in an unfamiliar body.

Is this what Edward and Stephen have experienced before?

The middle-aged man thought that the big man in front of him was overly frightened, and even said that he was brought to the house with a drag, and then pointed to the rich food on the table and said:

“Let’s take a break and eat something, it’s so cold outside, you must be starving, right?”

In the flickering candlelight, the long table was filled with so-called food.

Roger can tell the source of most of the food on the table just by looking at it.

He saw the girl’s tender white arms, the thighs of beasts, and the rough feet of an adult male.

The viscous liquid in the cup exudes a foul smell, and an oval plate contains bloodshot eyeballs.

Roger stood aside and said nothing.

But whether it was the middle-aged man or the big man behind, it seemed that he couldn’t tell the difference.

The panicked man wanted to refuse, but as soon as he approached the dining table, his stomach groaned and screamed, and then he picked up an eyeball and swallowed it.

Seeing the two enjoying themselves, Roger didn’t know how to remind him. He clenched the weapon in his hand and walked up the stairs.

Although the entire castle is warm, it is not very bright, and the candlelight divides it into areas.

While walking, Roger suddenly felt something, and he turned his head back abruptly.

There was silence behind him, and only a swallowing sound from a distance could be heard. He turned around and stepped forward again, but after a while, the strange sense of being prying over came again.

Roger didn’t hesitate this time. He didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, his wrist trembled, and the weapon passed through his armpit and stabbed out at a weird angle!

Tuk!

The tip of the sword pierced a hard object, and Roger turned around and looked forward.

A mural hanging on the wall.

But the next second, a large amount of blood burst out of the place where the weapon was stabbed, and the blood stained the entire canvas.

Stabbed!

The mottled canvas was torn apart, and the forehead of a young man with wide eyes was pierced by the point of a sword. He opened his mouth wide, his face was not desperate and horrified, and his gaze at Roger revealed a hint of relief.

Then the young man’s body fell forward and fell straight out of the world in the painting. The blood was spilled on the stairs and the body rolled down.

Then comes the next one.

In Roger’s surprised gaze, one body after another fell out of the narrow frame, as if the canvas was torn apart, and their lives disappeared.

twelve.

This is the number of all corpses that fell out of a picture frame.

Behind the mural is a complete wall. Roger really doesn’t know how the 12 people were jammed there.

And this number corresponds exactly to the number of characters drawn on the canvas before.

A thought came to him suddenly.

Wouldn’t Stephen’s soul be trapped in a mural like this?

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked up along the looming light.

On the wall next to the stairs, one mural after another is hung.