The Divine Hunter Chapter 35: Blood in the mountains

Late at night, a bright full moon hung in the sky. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the forest, reflecting a frightened face.

The green-gray stubble on his face covered his cheeks and reached the length of his fingernails. His face was flabby and swollen with sweat. Surrounded by thick dark circles under his eyes, a pair of eyes were bloodshot and stared like bells, as he continued to follow Stop twisting his neck to peek around.

The pale yellow linen clothes on the man's upper body were tightly tied into the waistband of his trousers, which were stained with mud, black slag, and coal. The faded tights were scratched by the steep branches in the woods and were torn at the knees. Two big holes were opened, and there were sticky light red traces on them.

"Huh, huh..." At this moment, he was leaning against the rough pine tree, holding his hands on his knees and panting violently, his fingers stained black by coal were shaking unconsciously. He tugged on his pants until his knuckles turned white, trying to stifle the trembling.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a burst of huge footsteps penetrated the dense coniferous forest, causing the ground beneath the man to shake slightly, and the slender leaves above his head slid down from the branches onto him.

For a moment, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands in horror, huddled up like a hedgehog, crouched behind a big tree, held his breath, raised his ears, and listened quietly to the surroundings. movement.

Every loud vibration felt like a knife in his heart, causing his body to tremble involuntarily, and the fingers covering his mouth and nose became harder and harder, as if he was trying to cover himself to death.

He remembered some extremely terrifying scene, and his eyes flickered more and more.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After five minutes that lasted like a year, a desolate and long sigh sounded throughout the mountain forest, and the sound of huge footsteps finally left the man.

Until his ears could no longer hear any movement, the man collapsed to the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, like a dry and dying fish, almost suffocating.

He desperately breathed fresh air.

Breathe, breathe, sour tears fall from the corners of your eyes,

"I survived, I survived. Tina, Jim, Dad will go home tomorrow and take you far away! Wait for me, wait for Dad!"

He talked to himself in a daze, and hope and anger gradually ignited in his originally hopeless eyes.

Quietly.

A vine as thick as an arm slowly swam down from the top of the oak tree behind the man, like a poisonous snake ready to prey, nimbly sneaking up to the top of the man's head.

The vine suddenly raised its abdomen, and the tip rose up from the ground like a poisonous snake's head, spiraling and bending, making a power-charging movement!

"啕——"

"Pa——"

With a swoop and a twist, the unsuspecting man was instantly lifted ten feet off the ground. His face turned red and he grabbed the vines that were strangling him with both hands. Blood was spitting from his mouth and his feet were twitching. Kicking around in the air.

However, it was all in vain. He was lifted into the air and moved back a certain distance. A flower appeared in front of his eyes, and patches of emerald green moss passed by, growing in the air between two legs as thick as tree trunks. superior.

His body suddenly relaxed, and he was like a popped balloon. Several thick branch-like objects penetrated his body. Accompanied by a strange "snoring" sound, streams of warm liquid flowed like Fountains spilled out.

Took away his life.

The man's sweaty cheeks lost all color in the blink of an eye. Finally, he reluctantly moved his lips a few times, kicked his legs and stopped breathing.

……

A pale corpse was broken into by densely intertwined branches and inserted into the air ten feet (3 meters) above the ground.

When the moonlight shone, several **** intestines slipped playfully from the abdomen, swaying gently in the dense forest with the cold night wind...

Little bits of blood spilled out, greedily absorbed by the land, and a sigh of contentment suddenly sounded in the deep night.

……

"Huh..." Roy took a deep breath, got up sweating profusely, smoothed his wrinkled clothes, and patted away broken leaves and grass stems.

"Are you having a nightmare?" The witcher sprinkled a few handfuls of soil into the burning bonfire to completely extinguish it, and then handed over a warm roasted rabbit leg.

"It just feels like someone is strangling my neck and I can't breathe." The boy grabbed the barbecue and took a vicious bite, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and comforted himself, "It should be because the weather is too cold. My body is Sound the alarm."

"But this is the first time I've had a dream since I replaced most of my sleep with meditation..." Roy frowned, "It's still a nightmare."

"Fate is unpredictable, and sometimes it will warn people in dreams. This is not a good sign, hurry up and finish eating, kid." The demon hunter glanced at the towering snow-capped mountains not far away, "We have to speed up Crossing the Mahakam, I hope there will be no unforeseen branches."

……

The two walked for another half day, crossing the western path and arriving at the foot of Mahakam Mountain.

Looking up at this time, the top of the mountain has been completely hidden among the clouds, fog, frost and snow, and there is no trace.

In front of me, the late autumn wind made rows of tall pine trees bend, their wheel-shaped branches swaying gently, and occasionally a pine nut fell to the ground.

There was a little boy wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket walking through the forest picking things up like a rabbit.

Roy and the two were about to ask for directions when suddenly a sturdy peasant woman rushed out of the forest. Holding the child in her arms, she turned him around and slapped him on the buttocks. .

"Running around... disobedient... captured and eaten by monsters... Why don't I beat you to death now, you little bastard!"

"Wow...wow..."

Looking at this farce, Roy and the demon hunter were both dumbfounded.

"Auntie, is the road ahead leading to Mahakam?"

"Who are you? I haven't seen you around!"

Hearing this, the peasant woman squinted at the two of them and saw that they were completely unfamiliar faces~IndoMTL.com~. With a nervous look on her face, she held the crying boy in her arms, as if there was some savage beast in front of her.

"Auntie, we are not human traffickers, what are you afraid of?" Roy showed a gentle smile and twitched the corners of his mouth.

His appearance is ordinary, and he was quite popular with women and children at Cardell House. He shouldn't scare them, right?

The peasant woman didn't say anything, and glanced at the tall bald demon hunter behind him in fear.

Roy also looked back at Lei Suo, with a look of surprise on his face, and muttered a few words in a low voice, "The poker face, weird pupils, and ice-like temperament look quite bluffing."

He turned around and explained, "Auntie, have you ever heard of a witcher? If the witcher is not more vicious, how can he suppress the monster? Don't worry, we will just ask for directions and leave as soon as we get the answer. ."

"Are you demon hunters?" The woman looked at the two of them suspiciously, then suddenly picked up the child and ran away, looking back while running. She kicked a stone on the way, staggered and almost fell. And the child in her arms "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

"Don't run!"

The two of them looked at each other, feeling a little puzzled, and then slowly followed her through the pine forest. Amidst the curling white smoke, a small village came into view.

Under the wooden sign marked "Sponsor", a rosacea man wearing a felt hat led five or six honest village women to guard the entrance of the village. Several half-grown boys and girls hid among the women. Behind him, bright black eyes were revealed, looking at the two people shyly and curiously.

The rosacea-nosed man glanced covertly at the snake-shaped pendant on the witcher's chest, rubbed his hands with a fake smile on his face, and said enthusiastically, "If you two don't mind, can we have dinner in the village? I just have something to ask of you. Please come with us."