The Divine Hunter Chapter 34: Death

Towards noon, a few dark clouds suddenly appeared in the clear sky. The dark clouds quickly spread and enveloped the city of Vizima, blocking the sunlight. The weather in Vizima turned from sunny to overcast, with a howling cold wind blowing, and it didn't take long for a thin stream of drizzle to fall.

The first rain of autumn.

Even though the season is close to autumn in Temeria, the temperature is still low.

Most residents hid under the eaves of their homes, shivering to avoid the rain.

There is such a strange scene in the rain. Three suspicious figures in cloaks are walking quickly on the empty street. Once the falling rainwater touches their bodies, they are bounced away by an invisible film and fly away from them. slide.

But the rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually turned into a heavy rain. The whole world was left with only the patter of noise and a continuous silver curtain, completely blocking people's sight.

In the end, the three suspicious figures on the street did not escape the fate of being soaked in the rain, and ran to a house on Rongshu Street in the Temple District to take shelter from the rain.

One of them took off his cloak and wiped off the rainwater, then looked at the transparent glass-like water curtain falling from the eaves to the ground.

"What a ghost! Could it be that the lion-faced spider is casting a spell to stop us?"

The heavy rain came too suddenly and at the wrong time, which greatly delayed the progress of the three people's investigation.

"Does that couple live near here?"

"No. 123, Banyan Street..." Oakes stared at the building's house number, "Yes, just walk a few steps to the north and you'll be there."

The witcher put on his cloak again and braved the pouring rain to arrive in front of a two-story old brick house.

This house has a spacious courtyard. There are wooden poles and ropes for drying clothes and blankets scattered in the courtyard, as well as large wooden basins for clothes.

But there was nothing.

The gray-black wall tiles on the side of the house are covered with moss, scratches from gravel, and several children's graffiti. One of them depicts a family of three, with parents standing on both sides wearing red hats. Smiling faces, and a little girl with braids in the middle held their hands and smiled sweetly.

"The little girl in the middle is Abigail."

So, this couple is the washerwoman's family who originally adopted her. However, since the curse of Yada recurred a few days ago, this family disappeared from the world together with Abigail.

In order to avoid alerting the target, the witcher did not go through the main entrance, but climbed directly over the wall to the second floor, and then got in through a half-open window.

The corridor on the second floor is dimly lit, with only the scattered light coming from the cracks in the windows illuminating the mottled and decaying wooden floor. There was a dirty table by the window, with an oil lamp on it, half of the oil left.

This is the norm for poor households. Vizima's slightly wealthy households all use magic lamps for lighting.

The witcher first listened carefully in the corridor for a while, and there was no sound. They hunkered down and divided their troops into three groups to search.

Oakes searched for the two bedrooms upstairs. They said they were bedrooms, but in fact they were just simple floors, wardrobes, and dressing tables.

Serrit and Roy tiptoed on the old wooden escalator to the first floor.

There is a wooden sofa placed against the wall of the hall, covered with a dirty red blanket. In the center of the hall is a square wooden table with a corner missing.

Serrit's nose moved. He caught a hint of rancidity in the air. When he turned his eyes, he saw a meat pie with most of it eaten out on the dining table.

This is unusual. Poor people would not waste such expensive food.

The pie was left there for a long time, and a cockroach was attracted to eat it.

Other than that, there is nothing bright in the living room.

The witcher walked through the living room and walked inside. The layout of the first floor was extremely simple. Except for the living room next to the door, it was a place that could barely be regarded as a kitchen.

In the crowded cubicle, an iron pot was placed on the stove surrounded by stones.

Roy stirred with the spoon on the side of the iron pot. There was still half a pot of beetroot soup in the iron pot, but like the pie, it had been stored for at least three days and had completely deteriorated, with a strong rancid smell. Taste.

"Have you found anything?"

Ochs walked in from behind, "Not to mention people, not even a ghost. I only found this thing." He threw a leather book over at random.

The cover of the book depicts a lion-faced spider in a giant web, and its name: Black Greba, Zolan Akh Terra.

Roy took the book and flipped through it roughly, and found that the book contained the beliefs and doctrines of the God of Omens. There were several lines of records after each paragraph of doctrine.

This is probably the experience of the owner and the couple.

For example, they discovered that most members of the Church of the God of Omens have experienced misfortunes in their lives, such as the loss of a loved one.

Or they are people who often deal with death and love pain, such as executioners, soldiers or bandits. They are attracted by the religious views of the Lion-Faced Spider Cult.

They believe that death is eternity and that living should suffer pain. Even if they are separated from their loved ones in life or death, it is only a short separation. Sooner or later, they will meet again in the eternal web woven by the lion-faced spider.

And this family lost their daughter, so they adopted Abigail and believed in the lion-faced spider. In the notes, their thoughts about their late daughter are revealed between the lines.

"According to the book, demon hunters who engage in dangerous jobs and usually have no good endings are also suitable to believe in the **** of omens." Oakes muttered,

"Are you willing to worship it?"

"I only believe in the shuriken!" Oaks said. "As for them, if they are true believers, they will definitely carry the scriptures with them. Even if they have to flee, they will not abandon this full book."

"Yes, even death cannot erase the piety of believers." Out of suspicion, the witcher searched the house again and found a locked basement in the corner of the kitchen wall.

Since he couldn't find the key, Seret simply used Alder's seal to blast open the wooden door. The next second, thick dust blew in his face, and the air was filled with a damp and moldy smell, as well as a faint rotten odor.

The three demon hunters who emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain immediately recognized that this was the rotten smell coming from the corpse, which was very light and fresh.

Human corpses.

The three of them jumped into the basement one after another, and all they could see was a pile of old debris.

They followed the path indicated by the smell in their senses, walked to a corner of the basement where the body odor was strongest, and then knocked on the wooden floor directly below.

"Bang, bang——"

"Empty..."

The demon hunters exchanged glances. The gaps in the rectangular wooden floor were so large that they were not even reinforced with hammers and nails, but were directly covered up.

They inserted the sword blade into the gap and pried it open, revealing a large dark pit underneath.

The fishy smell of blood and the strange smell of spoiled meat accumulated to the extreme.

The demon hunter was startled. In his field of vision, less than one meter away from the ground, two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, were lying quietly in the wet soil.

They were wearing thin, close-fitting gray linen clothes. There was no trace of blood on their quiet faces, and their pale skin still had an ominous black color.

Between them, the two hands were held together until death. The **** caused by the sharp weapon could be clearly seen on the wrist. The blood solidified near the wound. The wound was large and deep, revealing the severed and black blood vessels, as well as the pale color. of bone dregs.

Blood stained the nearby soil red, and half of their sleeves. There was a rusty dagger stuck in the pool of dried blood.

Roy jumped into the Tukang, and then a bunch of numbing insects and ants emerged from the corpse's clothes and instantly fled into the invisible darkness underground.

Roy didn't pay attention. He had seen too many corpses and his expression didn't change at all. He paid close attention to their fingers. The bones were prominent and covered with rough calluses.

Obviously doing some dirty and tiring work for a long time.

"The washerwoman and her husband."

"Suicide out of fear of crime?" Seret opened the man's clothes and inspected his body, "Is it because he was afraid of Princess Yada's revenge?"

When the witcher examined the body ~IndoMTL.com~ except for the cuts on the wrists, no other external injuries were found.

"If there was no accident, they committed suicide and died of excessive blood loss. The time of death was more than three days. It was very close to the time when Yada's curse recurred."

"I can't figure it out..." Roy was still a little surprised. "Those three days were enough for the believers to escape to a country outside Temeria and start a new life. Yada didn't reveal the matter to the king. Why would they? Choose to commit suicide."

"Who knows?" Oakes guessed. "Didn't this couple encounter misfortune? Maybe Princess Yada's incident was just an opportunity for them to make up their mind to reunite with their daughter in the 'Eternal Land'."

"From a purely doctrinal point of view, the followers of the Lion-Faced Spider do not resist death."

"I feel something is wrong." Roy thought, "How many followers of the Lion-Faced Spider are left in Vizima?"

"Including this couple, there are only sixteen households in total."

"Let's go! Check out other houses."