The Divine Hunter Chapter 9: Tongue

In the dark night, the light of torches illuminated the graves that had been dug by violence. What was strange was that there were still scattered bones lying in most of the graves, and only a few scattered graves had no bones. Without a trace.

"The corpses disappearing from new graves!"

Thinking about the scene in front of him, Roy thought of an extremely greedy and bloodthirsty monster - a ghoul.

If there are ghouls in the cemetery, the situation will be quite difficult even for demon hunters, let alone ordinary people like them.

"It's dangerous here, everyone, please leave first!" As soon as Roy finished speaking, a strange whirring sound came from everyone's ears, as if someone was whipping a whip into the air.

One second, two seconds.

The burly butcher suddenly groaned, like a fish caught by a hook, his limbs suddenly straightened back and spread spasmodically, and then he was pulled, and he staggered forward two steps.

At this time, the torches in the hands of several people suddenly illuminated a long, flesh-colored object across the night sky - ghostly ejected from the night, like a sharp arrow piercing the butcher's shoulder, tearing out Huge gap.

Pusig's steel sword, who was the first to recover, slashed upwards, but the long object was released first, shrinking into the darkness where the firelight could not reach.

"What the hell?!" Several people hurriedly formed a circle and surrounded the injured person in the middle.

But the butcher was sweating profusely in pain, and his teeth were almost broken. He covered the huge wound with all his strength, but blood still gushed out like spring water. The body began to weaken and life passed quickly. He already had a premonition of his fate.

"I can't do it anymore, you run away! Leave me alone." After the butcher finished speaking, he pushed everyone away and rushed into the night alone.

Old Jack, the oldest, looked around with a ruthless look in his one eye.

"Escape! If you can escape, you'll be fined. Only by saving your life can you have a chance to settle the score with this ghost!"

Several people followed him and ran wildly.

Roy was dragged away by the blacksmith for a while before he calmed down. He was still trembling, "That thing is definitely not a ghoul. What on earth is it?" He turned around suddenly and saw a figure with a stooped figure. humanoid creature. That thing didn't have the streamlined body of a cheetah. It even looked bloated and pot-bellied like an old woman who was six months pregnant. However, it ran faster than the cheetah.

It kept circling around everyone, dragging out afterimages in the dark night cemetery, like a gust of wind, while flying, it made a sharp and harsh cry like a night owl. While taunting, enjoy the process of hunting.

"Collecting corpses, they are rickety like old women, spitting out long tongues, and living in tombs." These clues were connected together, and Roy had a vague guess. Seeing that he still looked distracted, Old Jack couldn't help but slap him hard, "Don't be in a daze, Roy, run, don't think about anything, run!" At this time, Roy used his last strength. He sprinted towards the cemetery gate with all his strength!

It was so close that we almost left the hellish cemetery.

A ghost figure descended from the sky with a rustling wind, and suddenly stopped in front of several people. The face was covered with skin moss and sarcoma, and it was hideous and extremely ugly.

The blue-black skin exudes the stench of corpses, is covered with mottled scales, and has long claws like sickles on its limbs, stained with a thick layer of **** flesh.

The evil witch in fairy tales, the old woman disfigured by fire, and the ghosts in nightmares cannot describe its horror.

It opened its deformed arms towards the four people and smiled, revealing a mouth full of jagged black teeth. The disgusting body is like a mountain of flesh, insurmountable.

It’s over!

Despair rose in the hearts of several people at the same time, but they were unwilling to surrender!

Old Jack, the blacksmith, and the night watchman held the steel swords with both hands. Roy took out the hand crossbow and gritted his teeth to string the arrow stained with wolf blood.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot out of the diagonal ground and bumped into the monster, unexpectedly knocking it to the ground.

The butcher was covered in blood, his expression was crazy, and he was desperately holding down the monster's **** mouth with both hands.

"Quickly go, find the witcher! Avenge me, avenge Brandon!" His eyes were about to burst, and tears of blood came out of his eyes.

The poor father had guessed the fate of his child and was determined to die. What's the point of living when your only family is gone?

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster suddenly broke free from its restraint, kicked him away like a sandbag, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead. It was particularly unsatisfied. It seemed to be completely attracted by hatred. It ignored the four Roys at all and continued to pounce on the fallen butcher.

The deformed claws danced into afterimages, and flesh and blood flew everywhere in the flickering firelight. It wanted to tear the opponent into pieces.

"Old man, do you think you are a hero and want me to be a coward?" Blacksmith Pusig suddenly raised his steel sword high, his maroon face showing determination, "Boss, you take Roy and leave. ! Skellige only has men who died in battle, and no cowards who flinched!" Without waiting for the three people to react, Pusig rushed back to the cemetery without hesitation, stabbing the raging demonic shadow in the back with his long sword.

Old Jack and the night watchman grabbed Roy, who was holding a crossbow and aiming hard, "Let's go, kid, don't let their sacrifices be in vain."

Roy stopped struggling, put down his crossbow slumpedly, and followed the two of them out of the cemetery with an uncontrollable sourness in his nose.

The three of them ran wildly~IndoMTL.com~ They didn’t even dare to look back, until their whole bodies were about to fall apart, and the bright fire of Kaye Village appeared in their field of vision.

This light was like a signal bomb, instantly detonating the fatigue and pain lurking in Roy's body. He felt as if his mind was muddy, his feet became weak, and he fainted suddenly.

"Roy?" Jack quickly helped him up and saw that his face was red and his eyes were closed. He looked at his forehead and it was hot. He had been busy in the wilderness for a long time in the cold at night, without getting enough rest, and had spent a lot of energy and energy, coupled with the pressure caused by the wild wolf and the terrifying monster, Old Jack could completely understand.

"He's still a child." Thompson sighed and carried Roy back to the village.

The white-haired village chief in his fifties came out with several villagers. Seeing that the three of them were dirty and miserable, with a strong bitterness on their old faces, he hesitated and tried,

"Fletcher and Pusig..."

"They can't come back." Jack pinched his temples, his wrinkled face covered with pain, mixed with a trace of fear.

"Village Chief, you are right, the wilderness at night is too dangerous. We went to the cemetery to find Brandon, but we were attacked by a terrifying monster. You must immediately warn everyone not to go near the cemetery."

Old Jack paced for a few steps and said bitterly, "That monster can't be dealt with by ordinary people, so we must hire a demon hunter!"

"Tomorrow, send people to post notices in the city!" Several villagers who heard the news nodded hurriedly, "Don't let that thing harass the village."

Tonight is destined to be uneventful. Every household is woken up and warned by the village chief one by one.

The originally peaceful and peaceful Kaye Village became chaotic due to this sudden accident.

Roy was sent home by Jack and remained unconscious with a high fever.