The Hunter Under the Tree of Origin Chapter 21: : Isha’s Story

The arms dealer shook his head, looked meaningfully at Wang Ji's action of installing the mobile phone, and smiled: "Don't worry. Only some nosy people will try to confiscate it. If something like this really happens, don't Just confess me. It will definitely not hurt you. If they forcibly confiscate it, I will find a way to make another one to compensate you."

Speaking, the bald arms dealer took out the black bow from the box and handed it to Wang Ji.

"Thanks a lot if that's the case."

Wang Ji took the black bow, and the moment he took it, the folded wings of the bow suddenly opened, like black blade wings, a purple-red dark string appeared, and a strong bow nearly his height appeared in his hand, Yet he could barely feel the weight. A message flowed down his hand into his brain, telling him that wave-particle duality is currently at full capacity of 200 rounds. Immediately afterwards, the entire black bow disappeared into Wang Ji's hands, leaving only a black wing imprint on his palm. Wang Ji suddenly asked: "Will this kind of light arrow be reflected by the mirror?"

"Please let me know if there is such a mirror."

The arms dealer keeps smiling.

"Thank you, I still have something important to do, if I'm still alive and you're still here, we'll still have a chance to meet."

After expressing his thanks, Wang Ji got up and prepared to leave. He had endured enough to get the weapon. Immediately, he will throw away all the patience he had for the past two days, no matter what kind of monsters will appear in Yisha's mansion, he will never run away again.

He is now 3:20. What exactly is the mission of the cultural heritage will be revealed immediately. After Wang Ji glanced at the time for the last time, he said goodbye to Lily and left from the bar.

"I don't have any cars right now, I'll ask someone to take you off!" Lily ordered a demon to take him away. She had heard from Wang Ji that he was not going home tonight and was going on a long trip.

After Wang Ji left, only the bald arms dealer and Lily were left in the bar. The arms dealer lit a cigar and said, "You didn't tell me before that his tree array communicator is an old device, almost the same as the oldest device I know." "Don't be kidding, Rodin, The current tree formation communication machine will allow you to smuggle it?" Lily sarcastically put out the cigarette.

"He has escaped two death threats, this is the third night, it's his turn to fight back."

she said.

"The assessment of independent hunters?" Rodin said unexpectedly, "That is even rarer than the hunters who make deals with us. It has been a long time now, and all those who made deals with us have all died in the assessment of independent hunters Above, or the hunter friends who took refuge with them halfway."

The arms dealer looked at the ceiling and counted the time. He took a hissing breath, spread his hands and said, "Damn it, I haven't had a single hunter as a client since the destruction of Gomorrah. If I had known, I would have given him an increased light vector load." Only 200 rounds, didn't he let him die? I'm actually mentally retarded!" He cursed.

Lily sighed lightly: "I also regret why I brought the most common night goblin outfit, making him as powerless as a lonely ghost, so I gave my fallen holy seal to him. It’s compensation for killing him. Now he has a weapon to fight back, trust your intuition!” The arms dealer walked away from the bar rubbing his head. "My hunch is he won't survive tonight," he said.

…

3:40 am; Beihai Town, a suburb of the city.

The dog barked in the middle of the night. Before he got out of the carriage, Wang Ji put on the night goblin outfit. The faint light of the fallen holy chapter flickered on his chest. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the mansion. In the dark night, there was an indescribable fog. . He jumped out of the car, and the truck started whirring, and the demon didn't even bother to close the rear hatch, so he started the truck and drove away. Wang Ji didn't go to watch him off either. He looked up and quickly determined the surrounding environment, so he knew what to do next.

He moved quickly, his figure was like an erratic flame, he jumped lightly with his feet, and landed on a big tree. Wang Ji easily climbed up the nearest small hill, looked at the whole town, and immediately saw the huge mansion in the northeast corner. Standing in the black mist. He flew down the hillside and rushed towards the mansion, walking like the wind and walking like a demon.

Manor.

Wang Ji jumped slightly, grabbed the top of the wall, and jumped onto the top of the wall. He lowered his body along the top of the wall to maintain his balance and quickly approached the mansion. After confirming that he did not see any monsters, he jumped Stepping down, the footsteps tapped twice on the dark forest path, the figure flew by, and climbed up the window of the mansion. The window was locked from the inside. Wang Ji didn't break through the window, but climbed briskly along the wall to the roof, and flew across the night sky and landed on the balcony. Wang Ji tried to push open the balcony door. He didn't want to make any noise and disturb the monsters that might appear at any time.

Pushing open the glass door of the balcony, he entered a spacious office in the mansion, with a huge desk and finely crafted furniture. After Wang Ji looked at the general layout, he determined the evacuation plan. He gently pushed open the office door and entered the corridor on the second floor of the mansion. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a faint cry of a woman, echoing in the empty mansion.

Dark, solemn, and eerie.

In the dark, there was no one in the mansion except Wang Ji, and the faint cries seemed to come from the house opposite Wang Ji, or from the office behind him. The crying sounds like some kind of auditory distress, disorienting and frightening.

"Most of the photos on the first floor are photos of warlords and their subordinates. The gallery on the second floor is full of paintings. But the paintings I see now are different from the ones I came with the Wang team."

After Wang Ji surveyed the entire second floor, he walked along the corridor to the stairs, and the first portrait he saw was a photo of a middle-aged woman. Blonde hair, Caucasian appearance, smiling slightly, and pointing in the direction of the corridor on the right. Following the direction of the lady's finger in the portrait, Wang Ji saw a second portrait on the wall not far away.

It was a portrait of a bearded warlord standing with a blonde woman. The painting skill is extremely brilliant, although what Wang Ji saw was gray and white. But it can't hide the quality of the painting at all. In the center of the portrait are the warlord and Mrs. Isa. Wang Ji thinks it should be the two of them. The two are in the center of the picture, standing together, as the subject of the painting, they are unusually tall, the man is burly, and has a fierce temperament on his body, he is wearing a military uniform, looking down, holding a gun in his right hand, with a spray gun on the muzzle The tongue of flame is burning; the woman is tall, wearing a gown, there is a kind of feminine softness in it, she looks absently to the right. Under the feet of the two, there were all bones and blood-stained ground.

The dead bodies were obviously foreigners.

"This should be a clue. Mrs. Yisha in the second painting is looking and pointing to the right. According to the topography of the corridor on the second floor, this is a clockwise rotation. It should give me a kind of time A hint of change."

After watching the paintings, Wang Ji walked along the corridor and saw the third painting. For some reason, he vaguely felt that the interior of the mansion was a little empty, so empty that he couldn't see clearly the paintings hanging on the opposite corridor.

The third picture is the office that Wang Ji entered from the balcony. On the left side of the picture is the desk, and the bearded warlord stands behind the desk and points his gun to the right. On the right side of the painting is Mrs. Yisha, who was shot in the shoulder. The adjutant beside him watched indifferently.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden story."

Wang Ji walked along the corridor to look at the fourth painting.

The fourth painting shows the wounded Mrs. Yisha lying on a bed, while servants cover the walls around her with portraits of warlords. The details of those portraits were handled very clearly, each of which was seen by Wang Ji on the first floor. In the picture, Mrs. Yisha looked at the wall on the right with complicated eyes, looking at the largest portrait of the warlord. That portrait was the first portrait Wang Ji saw after he felt eyes peeping at him from the dark for the first time.

The bedroom where Mrs. Isa was recovering from her injuries was probably the first bedroom on the first floor that Wang Ji had entered.

Wang Ji walked towards the fifth painting.

The painting is a wide bedroom, the center of the painting is the speaker's big bed, and there is a bearded man lying on the bed. He looks sick with a towel wrapped around his forehead. Apart from this, there are no other figures in the painting. The bedroom in the painting has a large space, and the furniture is also tall and large, except that the one in the center does not match the actual proportion.

The painting gives people the impression that the hospital bed is very small, as if they are in an abyss-like bedroom, and the bearded man lying on the hospital bed is alone and helpless, lying on the tiny hospital bed alone. He also looks very small, sinking deeply into the very center of the painting, as if he is in a twisted vortex from which he cannot extricate himself.

The gloomy and depressing atmosphere began to overflow from the picture unconsciously. This bearded man should be the same as the photo below. He was a warlord who lived here in the 1930s. He seems to have died in the painting. Wang Ji Keenly discovered that the warlord on the hospital bed had a hand protruding from the bed sheet. The middle finger, ring finger, and little finger were hooked up and pressed by the thumb, and only one index finger was pointing to the right.

So far, what Wang Ji understands are the stories expressed in the paintings in the gallery, namely, the warlords who robbed Mrs. Isa’s mansion and took her as his wife, and the warlords who abused Mrs. Isa and even shot and recuperated Mrs. Isa. The room is full of paintings, and Yisha's eyes are very mysterious. In the next one, lying on the hospital bed is a dying warlord, as small as an ant.

Wang Ji went to the sixth painting.

The painting is the living room on the first floor. It is somewhat similar to the fifth picture in that the warlords in the center of the picture are very small and the long table is very small, while everything around them is tall and large. A group of people eat The appearance seems to be in pain, and it seems to be dining in the abyss in the dark-colored living room. It is worth mentioning that sitting in the center of the dining table is Mrs. Yisha, who is full of smiles. The whole painting is like "The Last Supper", but Isa is not Christ, and her smile is more like the distorted face of a wraith. The oppressive atmosphere began to be strengthened for no reason.

"This should be revenge."

Wang Ji understood while looking at the painting, and walked towards the seventh painting.

The painting is a manor, with very tall banana trees, luxuriant and towering, the leaves and trunks are dark, and there are many corpses lying under the trees, and they are dressed in servant clothes , or military uniforms, all lying quietly in the manor like ants. Wang Ji vaguely heard the rustling sound of banana leaves, and the banana leaves in the painting seemed to be shaking slightly again.

"All the people in the mansion died and were buried under the tree. Sure enough, this Mrs. Isa is not easy to mess with. It can be seen from the first picture that there are bones all over the floor at the wedding. Can be absent-minded."

Wang Ji understood. Gradually, Wang Ji felt a biting cold stabbing his lower back, so he chose to continue looking at the eighth painting.