The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: She who knows everything

Poor villages, rude country bumpkins, and inaccessible swamps are the only impressions most Temerians have of Velen.

Now, the witchers are located in the swamps of Velen.

"Anyone who dares to take advantage of my student, I swear, will make him pay a painful price!" A clear roar still echoed over the swamp, and Mr. Cat Vulture was holding the hand of the boy Carl, walking away In the center of the team, tracking the blood remaining in the air with his companions, the owner of that ear.

Leso was at the front using his viper silver sword to explore the way, while the Oaks brothers looked around cautiously from behind.

The mist-shrouded swamp has never been a peaceful place. Corpses, water ghosts, swamp witches, and other scavengers hunt for food here. If foreign travelers are not careful, they will become monster feces.

In addition, they have to beware of the sudden subsidence of the ground, and the sticky sludge that is everywhere, more terrifying than monsters, swallowing human life.

Roy was at the back of the team. Every time he stepped out, the flying lion monster's greaves would sink gently into the moist and soft black mud, which slightly affected his ability to move.

He looked at the sky, and it was completely bright.

The morning sun breaks out, the temperature rises, and water vapor begins to evaporate, casting a soft veil over the crisis-ridden swamp.

The demon hunter's field of vision could only go as far as twenty meters away. As far as he could see, the dark mud was covered with weeds and murky puddles. There were a few crooked-neck trees scattered in the puddles. They Occasionally, you can see several animal carcasses rotting beyond recognition in the swamp.

A strange cry of "croak" came from the corpse, and then several crows with shiny fur emerged from the body and fluttered their wings across the air.

The breeze is gentle.

The turbid swamp water surface rippled in circles, as if something was about to break through the water.

"Teacher, I...I'm scared..." Karl's face was pale, his eyes flickering, and he pressed tightly against Furius's strong arm.

"Little monkey, what did I tell you before?" Furius shook the boy's hand hard and looked into the depths of the swamp. "The monsters in the swamp have a common characteristic. They like cowards the most. blood and heart, the more afraid you are, the faster you will die."

Karl's body trembled, he frowned and blushed, "I...I'm not afraid anymore..."

"Just understand!" Furius smiled coldly, "But don't worry, whoever dares to touch you will not be made comfortable by my sword!"

"Guys! What is that?"

Leso at the front suddenly stopped everyone and pointed at a moss-covered rotten tree floating on the swamp surface not far away.

Everyone turned their attention.

This piece of wood is not surprising in general, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a swirling, fungus-like thing growing strangely in the depression at the top of the trunk.

"Ears?"

"That's right, it's human ears, which have become moldy and rotten over time."

The demon hunters fell silent. They vaguely felt that this strange arrangement had some special meaning.

"The ears in Willen Swamp...are they Numpo?" Roy rubbed his brows and thought.

"What are you muttering about, kid?"

"I'm reminded of a story told in the Willen Marshes."

"Which book did you read it from, or is it your 'feeling'? Tell me."

"That's about several ancient beings in Willen..." Roy just started, but the statement was forced to end.

In the fog and miasma before everyone's eyes, melodious singing, strange tones, and unclear lyrics suddenly came out.

Everyone's attention was attracted, their ears pricked up, and they approached cautiously.

"Three sisters, hand in hand, traveling across sea and land, frightened, moving forward like this: three times for you, three times for me, and three times for a total of nine..."

A simple thatched house, in front of two farmland neatly planted with celeriac and cattail.

A middle-aged man was humming passionately. Although he was tone-deaf and everyone frowned, his courage and voice were unusually loud.

He looks about forty years old, with a face full of deep ravines left by the destruction of life. He is dressed in linen and dressed like an ordinary country farmer, but he seems to be injured, and the right side of his face is wrapped in a white bandage. , there are dots of blood on the bandage.

He was so immersed in singing that he almost forgot himself. While singing, he poured a golden liquid into the farmland with a water ladle, completely unaware of the witcher who sneaked up next to him.

Until he was tapped on the shoulder, he was startled. He flicked his wrist and the transparent oily liquid in the water ladle accidentally spilled onto the ground. His expression suddenly twisted, showing a look of distress.

"Who are you? You walk like mice and are you here to scare me?" the man yelled in a vicious voice, obviously not welcoming them.

"Sorry, brother, we are demon hunters who happened to pass by here. We have some questions to ask you." Furius pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front. Only then did he realize that the man opposite not only had the right half of his face covered with bandages, but also the left side of his face. The side ears are gone, and half of his hair is missing. It looks like he has large areas of baldness, exposing half of his bare head and the other half with thick brown hair.

His eyebrows were also shaved off, and one of his left legs was replaced with a wooden piece like a table leg. The whole person looked funny and weird.

The four demon hunters focused their attention on the strange man, while Roy focused on the two acres of farmland. The crops in the farmland were growing extremely luxuriantly. This was destined to be a bumper year. He glanced at the bucket at the man's feet again. The golden liquid inside exuded the fragrance of oak. This is by no means an ordinary fertilizer, but rather similar to the oil obtained by pressing acorns.

"What are you talking about?" the man shouted at the witcher, "I can't hear you clearly!"

This guy had his ears cut off, and his hearing was probably affected.

Flius reluctantly leaned into the man’s ear and repeated it.

After hearing this, the man waved his hand impatiently, "Witcher, I don't understand why you come to this small country place. I didn't entrust you with anything, and I don't have the money to pay you!" He pointed to the west. , almost exhorting, "Go to Camelback Marsh and Lower Wallen and try your luck!"

"Then let me tell you the truth!" Furius no longer had the patience to waste time with the peasants, so he took out an exquisite dagger inlaid with gems from the belt behind his back and showed it.

"Do you know this thing?"

When the farmer saw the weapon in the demon hunter's hand, his expression suddenly changed. He stared, opened his mouth wide to reveal his rotten teeth, and stammered, "You... how dare you, blaspheme... blaspheme..."

"You blaspheme you ghost!" Furius suddenly stuffed a **** ear into the man's mouth, stuffed the rest of his words back into his stomach, and then picked up the clothes on his chest, Lift him up with one foot off the ground,

"You bastard, if you don't want to suffer, don't play tricks on me. Answer me honestly, what is it in this swamp that turned you into such a ghost, and dared to bewitch my apprentice."

Flius's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to poke holes in the man's body.

The man's eyes turned white when he heard this, and he didn't know whether he was angry or trembling with fear.

"Man, you blocked his mouth and asked him to answer how he wanted, with his butt?" Roy removed the ear from the farmer's mouth.

The latter took a breath, and then threatened viciously, "Idiot! You have moved the sacred artifact without permission, and you will be punished by the gods."

"Have you made a mistake and dared to threaten me?" Furius slapped the farmer's cheek gently, leaving a bright red mark. "Believe it or not, I will make your life worse than death first?" he said. As he did so, Furius had already drawn half of the seal with his fingers.

But Roy grabbed his arm.

"No, don't use the Yaksi Dharma Seal."

"Give me a reason." Furius was surprised.

"Roy is right," Oakes Fuhe said, "We just learned a lesson not long ago, don't use Axi on a believer of a certain god, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

He is referring to the beggar disciple of the lion-faced spider in Vizima.

"Let's search the house first... Keep an eye on him, Cat Vulture..."

Reso, the Oaks brothers and Roy rushed into the simple thatched house one after another. Furius stuffed a piece of cloth into the farmer's mouth to stop him from cursing.

"What did you put into his mouth, teacher?"

"Little monkey, the witcher must first learn to control his strong curiosity. Well...I will make an exception this time and tell you...those are the pants you changed into for wetting the bed the day before yesterday..."

"Uh...uh..." The farmer whose hands were restrained suddenly fell to the ground upon hearing this, twitching like a dead fish.

……

The farmers' thatched houses are very simple, even worse than those of most poor people. Apart from the floor and some worn-out living utensils, the most eye-catching thing is a huge oil painting hanging on the mottled wooden wall——

"How could there be such a beautiful oil painting in a dilapidated and narrow wooden house in the remote and impoverished Wellen Swamp?" The bald man stood in front of the oil painting and expressed surprise.

I don’t know how old this oil painting is, but it is well framed and well preserved. The golden frame has delicate and smooth patterns, and the paper surface feels smooth without any scratches or particles of garbage. It is obviously taken care of frequently.

The content of the oil painting is three lifelike beauties. They are covered in black gauze, revealing their snow-white skin and beautiful figures.

The three ladies sat in a pile with bare toes and shoulders touching each other. They exuded an ethereal and elegant temperament, as if they were elves taking a nap in the mountains. After resting, they would twist their waists and look stylish. Come out of the oil painting gracefully.

There is no doubt that this painting is unforgettable.

The Oakes brothers also walked under the oil painting and were fascinated by it without realizing it.

Only Roy glanced at the oil painting and confirmed that it was an ordinary object. Then he searched the bed and found a yellowed and thin book - "She Who Knows All".

"It is said that Willen originally had four wives. The fairy mother came from a distant land, and loneliness made her miserable, so she made three daughters out of mud and water..."

"Roy, what did you find?"

"A legendary story..." Roy glanced at the oil painting, "It probably talks about the origins of the three ladies on it."

"Tell me, kid."

The demon hunters of the Snake Sect gathered around and listened to Roy's story:

"A long time ago, there was only one ruler in Willen. She was called the Fairy Mother. The Fairy Mother created three daughters because of her loneliness, and the four women lived happily together.

But the good times did not last long. For some unknown reason, the fairy mother began to lose her mind and became cruel and cruel. Later, she became more and more crazy and was about to bloodbath the entire Wellen. So her three daughters stood up and killed Lost the fairy mother and sealed her soul under the Whispering Hill.

From then on, the three ladies of the forest ruled Velen, enjoying the sacrifices of Velen's inhabitants while granting them good harvests and good health. ”

……

After a long time, the witcher said thoughtfully, "The three women in the oil painting are the ladies in the forest?"

"To be more precise, they are called Zhi Po, Zhao Po, and Num Po." Roy said in his mind, and then explained, "But I don't think the content of this book can be fully trusted. The beautiful and kind people in the book are The description is definitely used by Mrs. Lin Zhong to beautify herself. I have seen the completely opposite introduction from another ancient book. Mrs. Lin Zhong is definitely not a good person."

"Zipo weaves clothes with human hair, and the man outside donated half of his head of hair and eyebrows to her. Zhipo is good at cooking any kind of meat. If I guessed correctly, the farmer has no legs. . And Namba cut off his ears and placed them somewhere in Willen as her eyes and ears."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, unable to connect the beauty in the oil painting with the heinous crime mentioned by Roy.

"So it was the Whisperer who bewitched Carl?"

Everyone turned around and saw Furius entering the room at some point.

"Huh? Didn't I ask you to guard outside?"

"Don't worry~IndoMTL.com~ I knocked that guy unconscious and he won't wake up for a while."

"Karl?"

"Karl is watching him outside. He has been following me for so many days, so he should put in some effort."

"Oops!"

Roy yelled, and as soon as he finished speaking, a crisp scream and a weird laugh came from outside the door.

When the demon hunter rushed out the door in a hurry, he could only see a group of black crows flying in the air, like a dark cloud rolling past and disappearing from the sky in the blink of an eye.

But Karl disappeared, leaving only a farmer on the ground who had been chopped into a human stick.

He was lying on the cold ground, vomiting blood and pieces of internal organs from his mouth. Despair, unwillingness and pain flashed in his eyes.

My whole body twitched a few times, and I took my last breath.

On his chest, there are several eye-catching characters smeared with blood - Border Post (Lower Warren)