The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: There is no one in the tomb
The sun sets in the west, and the evening fog covers the vast valley.
The demon hunters and the old village chief arrived at the Tomb Mound Grassland. As far as they could see, there were protruding tombs scattered everywhere, covered with moss and weeds. Some tombstones were just smooth stones, and some were simply Yellowed and rotten wood.
On the two-meter-high blood-stained wooden stake at the entrance, only a single rope was left disconnected from the middle. Several corpses that were originally hanging were violently torn off and scattered in pieces on the grass. Not only was the body and head separated, but the flesh and blood on the chest, abdomen and thighs were all picked clean by something, exposing the white bones.
"Masters, is it too late today?" Villager Dawo clutched his cane tightly, glanced at the dying sun in the sky with a pale face, and then turned to the corpses scattered on the ground.
He realized that he was too impulsive and actually chose to enter the grave mound at dusk. This dark and **** scene extinguished his enthusiasm for visiting his daughter. He suggested softly, "Why don't you go back to the village and stay one night? Tomorrow morning Come again? What if there are not only grave-digging hungry ghosts hiding here, but also vampire demons, ghosts and other ghosts running rampant... Shouldn't we be 'delivering goods to your door' now?"
"Although the night will enhance the combat effectiveness of the ghouls, don't worry..." Eskar casually picked up a wooden sign at his feet that read "God damned Nigerian spy", and pointed with his chin to the place in front where he was inspecting the corpse. Roy, "Have you seen this guy with silver-gray eyes? With him here, he can kill him even if the dragon attacks."
Davao secretly disapproved of this. He looked to be only twenty years old. He was the youngest among the four master demon hunters and the "slenderest". He only knew how to bluff and frighten the villagers. He probably had trouble dealing with a water ghost. , not to mention the dragon. But when Eskar boasted like this, the fear in his heart could not help but be greatly alleviated...
"It's a pity that you can't appreciate the heroic appearance of the dragon this time." Roy threw away an arm that had been chewed bare and walked into the burial ground shrouded in fog and darkness. "There are only three heads." Ghouls are destroying tombs everywhere. Let’s send them on their way together.”
He uncorked a silver jar and shook it. Suddenly, a fishy smell overflowed from the mouth of the jar and was carried deep into the cemetery with the night wind, luring monsters that were ready to move in the mist.
Eskar, Aiden, and Kyaan drew out their silver swords from behind their shoulders at the same time, guarded the frightened old village chief in the center, and bared their white teeth at him,
"Old man Davao, which way is the barber doctor's house going?"
"Go west first. Irene's grave is also there. Oops, what are you doing!"
"Sit tight, old man!"
The three demon hunters directly lifted Davo's feet off the ground, allowing him to enjoy the horse-drawn carriage in a dumbfounded way.
The scenes around Davao are flying backwards. Inside the cemetery, it is even more shocking. Graves that have been dug up by violence can be seen everywhere. The old bones with rags and pieces of meat hanging on them have been dug out with violence, and there are missing arms and legs. The leg lay pitifully on the grass, with teeth marks clearly visible on its surface, like a bone left by a dog.
"Tell me about Mr. Gaudifoy. How old is he? What does he look like?" The red-eyed man on the left lifting his thigh interrupted his thoughts,
"He is about forty years old..." The old man's attention was diverted, and his hard muscles softened, and he described in detail, "He has gray hair, a tall and thin body, and a hooked nose like an aristocrat. Wearing a black leather jacket with dozens of pharmacy pockets sewn on, he doesn't look like a countryman at all. Have you ever seen a tax collector?"
Davao took a deep breath and smiled so clearly that crow's feet appeared in the corners of his eyes, as if he was seeing a kind old friend,
"He seems so mean, but if you get to know him for a while, you will find that he is essentially a warm-hearted and good man. I have lived for more than fifty years and have never seen such a selfless and kind person. Do you know , he treats my Irene and the poor folks, and only charges the most basic fee for herbal medicine."
Roy, who was walking at the front, slowed down and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.
"Does he believe in some benevolent **** or the ways of nature?"
Aiden picked up a torch and lit it with Igni, and the fire dispelled the darkness.
In his impression, only priests and druids who left the temple to travel would treat patients without asking for anything in return.
"No, no, he never talked to me about anything about faith, he's a pragmatist. Wait, go north now!"
"Then is there anything special about him? For example, his agility and special temperament?"
Only speed far beyond that of ordinary people can take Gaitan away without leaving a trace.
"My old arms and legs have never competed with him in running, so how do I know how fast he is?" The old man's eyes flashed with a trace of memory, and he said puzzledly, "But every time I bring little Irene to visit He is someone who often loses sight of him even when I turn around. When I try hard to find him, he always pops up in front of me from unexpected places, as if... he is deliberately trying to scare people."
The corners of the demon hunters' mouths twitched and their hearts felt strange. Is the barber doctor so evil?
"As for other characteristics, his superb barbering skills and medical skills are top of the list."
The old man who was being held up touched his chicken coop-like hair with his withered palms and said boastfully,
"This is the haircut he gave me last year..."
The four witchers looked at the village chief carefully. His trumpet-shaped sparse white hair, small eyes, pointed monkey cheeks, and weather-beaten wrinkled face looked like a bird with half of its hair plucked and messy in the wind. big albino cock.
"Awesome, it's tailor-made, it makes you at least five years younger!" Eskar gave a thumbs up and admired heartily.
Davao’s orange-peeled old face is radiant, and now he has completely forgotten the threat of ghouls,
"Gaudy Foy's medical skills are even more remarkable. When my Irene was ten years old, she suddenly had a high fever that wouldn't go away. As a result, she went to Brugg to be diagnosed with cancer... The most famous doctor in the city was helpless and concluded that she would survive. In just one year, I prayed to all the temples, but no **** showed mercy to my poor daughter. She became weaker and thinner."
Davao recalled the unbearable past, and his old body was filled with deep sadness.
"Until that day eight years ago, I took her to the cemetery to choose a resting place, but I met Mr. Gaudifoy who came to pick datura roots."
“This barber doctor generously and selflessly took over Irene’s condition and came here every summer to conduct a series of examinations and treatments for her... I know that collecting medicine was just an excuse for him, in order not to make us feel ashamed and grateful. ”
"Under his medical skills that turned decay into miraculous, Irene's bleak life took a turn for the better. Her condition miraculously stabilized. She survived year after year and lived to be eighteen years old this year!" The old man choked up emotionally, tears flashing between the swollen eye bags, "Unfortunately, delay does not mean cure after all. Last month, Eileen's cancer progressed to the terminal stage and was irreversible. She was in so much pain that she couldn't eat or speak. I didn’t even see my savior for the last time..."
A line of hot and turbid old tears slid down the village chief's cheek, soaking the witcher's hands.
"My Erin, went to stay with her mother."
The four listeners stopped with complicated expressions and put down the old man. A wide variety of diseases are nightmares that mortals cannot get rid of.
But for the demon hunters, they have almost never gotten sick since they survived the trial of green grass.
"Not long after Irene was buried, the hateful ghouls took over the grave. For a whole month, my useless father did not dare to visit her grave."
Davao squatted down, picked a bunch of fragrant jasmine flowers from the grass, put it into his linen shirt, and then rubbed his red cheeks angrily and remorsefully,
"My condolences, please believe us, you will be able to worship Irene soon."
After Eskar comforted him, he fell into deep thought and racked his brains. He could not remember any famous doctor named Gaudifoy in the north.
It should be noted that even a narrow escape mutation cannot defeat cancer, the king of all diseases.
How did this barber doctor extend Eileen's life for so long?
With such miraculous medical skills, he should never be an unknown person.
"Dr. Gaudifoy must be extremely rich. Princes and nobles would step over the threshold of his family!"
Roy asked, a strange light flashing in his silver-gray pupils.
"On the contrary, he is extremely simple and frugal, living an anonymous life. He once explained to me that if he is too famous, his time will be stolen by the rich. He is a true A doctor who cares for the world."
The old man's heartfelt words of gratitude suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked not far away with a horrified expression
Guqin/span>In the dim fog, there was a huge buffalo-like beast crawling there, a pair of cold eyes flashing with cruel light, and the two rows of fangs in the **** mouth squirming like saws, "There is something behind the tombstone! Food!" Ghoul!"
Phew!
A slight sound breaking through the air interrupted the old man's frightened roar.
The young demon hunter in front raised his hand and disappeared without a trace.
Pfft!
The sound of arrows hitting flesh.
The ugly, hungry head behind the tombstone seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, instantly exploding into a ball of blood mist.
唰
The bowed demon hunter appeared from mid-air in the distance and slashed at the body that was blown away by the huge force with great speed.
The arc-shaped sterling silver sword light broke through the skin and bones and tore apart the night.
Half of the **** head rose into the air and landed on the ground. The red flesh and white brain on the broken skull were like stamens blooming in a flower bed.
The changes are not over yet.
Whoosh—whoosh—
Two consecutive vibrations of bowstrings came one after another.
The old man couldn't react at all, and out of the corner of his eye he saw blood exploding on both sides.
Plopplop!
He turned around in horror. The two ghouls hiding behind the tombstone, which he had never noticed before, had blood gushing out from their necks, and quietly turned into cold, headless corpses.
Bang!
Dawo's right hand trembled, his crutches slipped, and he froze in place, his mouth wide open for a long time.
In two breaths, the monster that had plagued Kent Village for a whole month died tragically on the spot, unable to even let out a roar before it died.
This kind of skill is as powerful as a **** or demon.
……
"Roy, isn't the improvement of you caused by the second mutation too exaggerated?" Keyan praised, Aiden and Eskar nodded in sympathy, "I didn't see your movements clearly just now. ."
The light of the torch illuminated a suit of spotless leather armor.
The disappearing young man appeared not far away, standing between the gloomy grave and the shiny pool of blood. He elegantly wiped the blood drops on the silver sword with a piece of white cloth, as if he had just stepped on several people to death. An ant.
"There's no way, this is talent! You can't force it!"
He joked and turned to the village chief, "The danger has been resolved. Lead the way to visit your daughter."
Dawo nodded with difficulty. Unknowingly, this weak figure became infinitely taller in his eyes.
……
Without the ghoul, the cemetery became unusually peaceful in the night.
After the group walked west for another ten minutes, they came to a cemetery that was more luxurious than ordinary graves. A bouquet of withered jasmine flowers was placed in front of it. The erected stone tablet was polished extremely smooth and took the shape of an obelisk, recording Write a few lines of text
Irene in Kent Village
My favorite
1248.4.201266.6.26
The old man squatted in front of the tombstone, took out the jasmine flowers in his arms, offered them, then gently touched the inscription on the tombstone, and whispered,
"Irene, I'm sorry, useless dad is late... Fortunately, those **** monsters didn't destroy your sleeping place, otherwise how should I explain to your dead mother in the future?"
……
Five minutes later.
After mourning, the old man took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around and smiled gratefully at the four demon hunters, but did not notice the surprise on their faces.
"Sorry, I've made these masters laugh. I'll take you to Dr. Gaudifoy. I'll be there in ten minutes! If I can see him, I swear, I will do my best to help you convince me. Him!"
"Don't worry~IndoMTL.com~Don't you think something is wrong with the situation?"
Roy looked around and saw that graves nearby were violently dug up. The dead who had been sleeping for many years were molested by ghouls and left in the wilderness. But there was one place that was incompatible with the surrounding environment.
"Ah? What's wrong?" The old man looked confused.
"There are a total of ten graves nearby. Except for Erin's cemetery, the other nine have been damaged." Aiden interrupted, "Have you ever thought about...why the ghoul let your daughter go? He missed her. His resting place."
"Ah..." Dawo's face froze and he tightened his grip on his cane, "Isn't this God's blessing? Isn't this a kind of luck?"
"No, no..." Kian walked casually to the large pit between the circular stone cairns on the left, and glanced at the stone tablet, "This Brenda has been dead for ten years, and her body has long been transformed into White bones are still being dug up by ghouls, knocking on the bones and sucking out the marrow."
"And your daughter has only been dead for a month...Well, sorry, I don't mean any harm...but there is no doubt that her body is fresh, fresh enough to drive a ghoul with a keen sense of smell crazy."
Roy squatted in front of Irene's grave, picked up a pile of soil, and raised his eyebrows,
"It's like putting a piece of fresh meat in front of the mouths of a group of hungry and crazy wolves. They will never be able to overcome their instincts and turn a blind eye."
"What do you mean?"
Dawo's heart skipped a beat, his old voice trembled uncontrollably, and a strong sense of ominousness arose, making his hair stand on end and causing goosebumps all over his body.
"If I guess correctly, your daughter's body is probably no longer in the grave. To be precise, she had been moved to another place before the ghouls invaded."
The icy night wind roared past, freezing the blood in the old man's body.