God-level Demon Hunter

"This is the hairstyle he cut for me last year..."

The four demon hunters took a closer look at His Excellency the village chief. With his morning glory-shaped sparse white hair, small eyes, sharp-nosed monkey cheeks, and weather-beaten wrinkled face, he looked like an albino giant with half of its hair plucked and messy in the wind. Rooster.

"It's amazing, it's tailor-made, it makes you at least five years younger!" Escal gave a thumbs up, sincerely admiring.

Davao's orange-peeled old face was radiant, and now he completely left the threat of ghouls behind him,

"Gaudifoy's medical skills are even more remarkable. My Irene suddenly had a high fever when she was ten years old, and she was diagnosed with cancer in the city of Brugge... The most famous doctor in the city was helpless, and concluded that she would not survive. For years, I prayed to all the temples, but no god took pity on my poor daughter, who became weaker and thinner."

Dawo 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, intending to choose a resting place, but I met Mr. Godifoy who came to pick mandrakes."

"The barber doctor took over Irene's condition generously and selflessly, and would come over every summer to conduct a series of examinations and treatments for her... I know that picking herbs is just an excuse for him, in order not to make us feel ashamed and grateful."

"Under his magical medical skills, Irene's gloomy life ushered in a turn for the better, and her condition miraculously stabilized. She survived year after year and lived to this year!" The old man choked with emotion, Tears flickered between the swollen eye bags, "Unfortunately, delay does not mean cure after all. Last month, Irene's cancer progressed to the terminal stage and it was irreversible. She was so painful that she couldn't eat, talk, or even see The last side of the savior..."

A line of hot and turbid old tears slid down the village chief's cheek and wet the witcher's hand.

"My Irene, to accompany her mother."

The four listeners stopped with complex expressions and put down the old man. Various diseases are nightmares that mortals cannot escape.

But for the demon hunters, since they passed the trial of green grass, they almost never got sick again.

"Not long after Irene was buried, the nasty ghouls occupied the mound. For a whole month, my useless father didn't dare to visit her grave."

Dawo squatted down, picked a bunch of fragrant jasmine flowers from the grass, put them into the linen shirt, then rubbed his flushed cheeks angrily and remorsefully,

"Sorrow buddy, please trust us, you will be able to pay homage to Irene soon."

After Escal comforted him, he fell into deep thought and racked his brains. He couldn't remember any famous doctor in the northern region named Gody Foy.

It should be noted that even a mutation that is close to death can hardly overcome cancer, the king of all diseases.

How did this hairdresser extend Irene's life for so long?

To master such miraculous medical skills, he should never be an unknown person.

"Dr. Godifoy must be very rich, princes and nobles will step through the threshold of his family!"

Roy asked, a strange brilliance flickered in the silver-gray pupils.

"On the contrary, he was extremely austere and lived a life of anonymity. He once explained to me that if he got too famous, his time would be stolen by the rich. He was a true philanthropist. doctor."

The old man's words of gratitude from the heart suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked not far away with a terrified expression——

In the dim mist, there was a huge buffalo-like monster crawling there, a pair of cold eyes gleaming cruelly, and the two rows of fangs in the bloody mouth wriggled like saws, "There is something behind the tombstone! A ghoul!"

call out!

The old man's terrified roar was interrupted by a slight cracking sound.

As soon as the young witcher in front raised his hand, he disappeared without a trace.

puff!

The sound of arrows piercing flesh.

The ugly, hungry ghost-like head behind the tombstone seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood.

Swah——

The bowed demon hunter appeared from a distance in the air, and slashed swiftly at the body that was knocked into the air by the huge force.

The changes are not over yet.

Whizzing--

Two consecutive bowstring vibrations followed.

The old man couldn't react at all, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw blood bursting on the left and right sides.

puff puff!

He turned around in horror, and the two ghouls, who were hidden behind the tombstone and hadn't noticed before, had blood gushing from their necks, quietly turning into cold headless corpses.

Bang!

Dawo's right hand trembled, his crutches slipped, and he froze in place stiffly, unable to close his open mouth for a long time.

In two breaths, the monster that had plagued Kent Village for a whole month died so tragically on the spot that it couldn't even utter a roar before it died.

This kind of skill is as powerful as a god.

……

"Roy, isn't the second mutation too exaggerated for your improvement?" Kayan admired, and Aiden and Escal 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 tomb and the pool of bright blood, and gracefully wiped the blood drops on the silver sword with a white cloth, as if he just stepped on a few ants to death.

"No way, this is talent! You can't force it!"

He joked and turned to the village chief, "The danger is over, let's lead the way and visit your daughter."

Dawo nodded with difficulty, unknowingly, this not strong figure became infinitely taller in his eyes.

……

Without the haunting of ghouls, the cemetery at night became unusually peaceful.

After walking westward for another 10 minutes, the group came to a cemetery that was more luxurious than ordinary tombs—a bunch of withered jasmine flowers were placed, and the erected stone tablet was polished extremely smooth in the shape of an obelisk, recording A few lines of text—

erin of kent village

my favourite

1248.4.20—--1266.6.26

The old man squatted in front of the tombstone, took out the jasmine flower in his arms, and offered it, then gently touched the inscription on the tombstone, whispering,

"Irene, I'm sorry, the useless old man is late... Fortunately, those whore-raised monsters didn't destroy your resting place, otherwise how should I explain to your dead mother in the future?"

……

5 minute later.

After mourning, the old man took a deep breath, wiped off the tears on his face, turned around and smiled gratefully at the four witchers, but he didn't notice the surprise on their faces.

"Sorry, I made some masters laugh at you. I'll take you to Dr. Godifoy right away, and I'll be there in 10 minutes! If I can see him, I swear, I will do my best to help you convince him!"

"Don't worry, don't you think something is wrong?"

Roy looked around, and the nearby graves were violently dug up. The dead who had been sleeping for many years were molested by ghouls, and the corpses were left in the wilderness, but there was one place that was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"Ah? What's wrong?" The old man was at a loss.

"There are a total of ten graves nearby, except for Irene's, the other nine were all destroyed." Aiden interjected, "Have you ever wondered...why the ghouls let your daughter go? Just missed her resting place place."

"Ah..." Dawo's face froze, and he clenched his cane tightly, "Isn't this God's blessing? Isn't this a kind of luck?"

"No, no..." Kayan walked casually into a large pit between a circular stone tomb on the left, and glanced at the stone tablet, "This Brenda has been dead for ten years, and his body has long been turned into bones. Still being dug out by ghouls to knock bones and suck marrow."

"As for your daughter, she's only been dead for a month... Well, I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm... But there is no doubt that her corpse is very fresh, fresh enough to drive a ghoul with a keen sense of smell crazy."

Roy squatted in front of Irene's cemetery, picked up a pile of soil, raised his eyebrows,

"It's like putting a piece of fresh meat in front of a group of wolves who are hungry and crazy. They can never overcome their instincts and turn a blind eye to it."

"You, what do you mean?"

Dawo's heart skipped a beat, his old voice trembled uncontrollably, and a strong ominous feeling rose up, making his hair stand on end and goosebumps appearing all over his body.

"If I'm not mistaken, your daughter's body is probably no longer in the tomb. To be precise, before the ghouls invaded, she was dug out of the ground and moved to another place shortly after she was buried. "

"An empty tomb will naturally not attract the attention of ghouls."

The icy night wind howled past, freezing the old man's blood all over his body.

Chapter 7 Surprising Discovery

"Where's my Irene? What a shameless, inhuman bastard would disturb her sleep!?" The heart-piercing wailing echoed in the night, and old Davao leaned against the side of the empty coffin in front of the tombstone board, but the whereabouts of the original "residents" inside are unknown.

Aiden and his three companions looked at each other, feeling in their hearts that the disappearance of Irene's body had something to do with the missing Gaitan, so he suppressed the sense of urgency in his heart and asked,

"You have been the village chief in Kent Village for many years, and you know the villagers under your command. You should know who is most likely to take her away."

"What does Master mean?"

Old Dawo wiped away his tears and wept.

"This world is very complicated, and there will never be a shortage of people with dark hearts, such as people who have a crush on your daughter but can't ask for it while she is alive, or some death lovers... They all have the motive of committing crimes, secretly poaching Irene's Corpse, used to satisfy one's perverted desires."

"No! It's impossible!"

The old Dawo trembled like an electric shock and shook his head to explain,

"Irene is the most beautiful girl in my eyes, as beautiful as her mother, but in fact she suffers from cancer, her sick body is thin and skinny, and she is shy and introverted, so the villagers are not willing to get close to her ... As for the pervert you are talking about, I am sure that there is no such beast in Kent Village!"

The old man stared at the tombstone, his words were sad, and after taking a deep breath, he said a guess that broke his heart,

"Could it be that the beast that killed a thousand knives dug up her body?"

"You have to understand that it is impossible for an animal dominated by instinct to take out the corpse and re-bury the coffin, and also handle the scene seamlessly. This is obviously a deliberate effort by humans to cover up the truth."

Kayan immediately denied it, and the scarlet pupils turned,

"Therefore, there is only one suspect with the most doubts—the hairdresser you said is a good-for-nothing doctor, Mr. Godifoy! He took away the patient's corpse and conducted medical research and experiments!"

The Cat Pie demon hunter recalled his miserable experience under the Temple Island, and uttered cold words with the greatest malice,

"Maybe that's what he's getting paid for — for years of hard work."

"No!"

Old Davao was like an old goat whose feet had been stabbed by a hedgehog. He stood up suddenly holding the coffin, and stared at Kaiyan with wide eyes. A large amount of cold sweat appeared on his old face full of dimples.

"He will never prosecute the dead!"

"When Irene was alive, he liked her so much and loved her, and treated her as his own! He would never do such a crazy thing!"

"It's just a guess, don't get excited..." Roy outlined an ax with five fingers on his left hand, and a cyan inverted triangle flashed in the old man's pupils. His excited mood suddenly became calm, and his tense body relaxed.

Roy continued, "Actually, besides Godifoy, there is another possibility—are you sure Irene is dead?"

"Do you think she pretended to be dead and joked about my father? No! I remember clearly that day she had no breathing or heartbeat at all, her skin was white and transparent, and her body was as cold as a popsicle."

Old Davao was deeply saddened,

"The villagers all witnessed her last side and confirmed her death. So many pairs of eyes will not all have hallucinations."

Roy pondered for a moment, and his intuition told him that something was wrong—sometimes what seemed to be death was not really death.

"Then let's go and take a look in the wooden house. I believe that after finding the barber, all the answers will be revealed!"

……

The full moon casts bright moonlight from the sky.

On the westernmost side of the cemetery plain far away from human settlements, there is a small shack built of logs standing under a huge banyan tree. Old Davao called out Godifoy's name several times, but he pushed the empty house away when there was no response. The closed wooden door passed through the yellowed cloth curtain hanging from the door frame.

The witchers followed him into the house and watched him skillfully light the oil lamp on the wall.

The dim light illuminated a cramped and cramped room, making it almost impossible to settle in.

Warm, moist and complex smells drill into people's noses pervasively, and these strange smells mainly come from the bundles of herbs and plant roots hanging on the four walls.

Mistletoe, zinnia, plantain, sage... you name it.

Compared with the complete range of herbal plants, the furnishings in the house are extremely simple, a dusty bed, an old table, most of the places are processed herbs and groups of glassware and ceramics used for alchemy Jars occupy.

The most striking thing here is the infusion furnace in the center, which is made up of an hourglass-shaped stove, cobweb-shaped glass tubes, and oak barrels. juvenile head.

It seems that the barber's enthusiasm for alchemy is not inferior to that of Kalkstein.

Too bad he's not here at the moment.

"I'm sorry, masters, I'm afraid I will have to make a trip for nothing this time."

Old Davao said disappointedly and bitterly, but he was relieved. The doctor probably didn't come to the Graveyard this summer, which means that someone else took Irene's body away.

The people I trust the most don't play with me.

The witcher didn't think so. Kayan walked up to the oak barrel, took the measuring cup on the table and scooped it into the bottom of the barrel, lifted out a glass of transparent solution, brought it to his nose and sniffed it.