Chapter 27
The other side.
When the Evil Spirit giant baby raised by consuming thousands of lives was blown up by Cole, the powerful Power of Darkness spilled out, and the resentment of the dead souls soaring to the sky, like the treacherous waves of rolling, turbulent Surging.
This night.
All the senior leaders of the Demon Hunter's Watcher Committee are shocked!
...
Bath town.
In the luxuriously decorated piano room with bright candles in Seventh Sense, all the beautiful appearance and disguise of the witch are like the Evil Spirit giant baby that is gradually dying and cracking.
The snow-white skin quickly dried and cracked, peeling off her dark, wrinkled body like a wall.
Charming, long hair that is as smooth as the waves, like dry weeds, gradually turns yellow and gray.
She knelt on the ground, and in vain use her hands in the air to grab those things that did not belong to her, her voice trembled, and she was in grief and indignation.
"No...no no no..."
Finally.
The witch revealed her most original appearance.
A rickety figure, skinny as wood, skin sticking to the body like asphalt, and sparse hair that is yellow and falling off.
She lifts the head, which is a horrible face like bones and dislocation of facial features.
"Demon-hunter! I want to kill you!"
Without giving her a chance to counterattack at all, Cole turned off perception.
When he opened his eyes, the town of Bath had completely returned to its normal state at this moment, the dense fog had cleared, and the silent night and moon had few stars.
But behind him.
A densely white bone piled up like a mountain around the Evil Spirit nursery.
That was more than two thousand lives in the small town.
At this moment, Hardy didn’t know where he came from, looking towards the terrible scene of purgatory behind Cole. His face turned pale and tremblingly said, "Mr. Cole, you...you Killed that thing?"
"The Evil Spirit is just a pet raised by a witch. Come to the hotel with me. There, we need to meet a new friend."
"New friends? Uh...well, you are the boss, I listen to you."
On the dark and ruined town streets, there are two figures high and one low, neither fast nor slow Walk to the hotel.
In the contact just now, Cole concluded that the witch disguised as a noble lady and an unknown witch must hide far away from the small town of Bath.
And the "new friend" he wants to see when he goes to the hotel, not surprisingly, should be the puppet and medium for the witch to stay here to absorb power.
In demon-hunter Academy, every student will learn a course on how to survive alone when encountering Power of Darkness.
For witches, this kind of top three demon-hunter killer.
If Cole remembers correctly, the teacher who taught them only wrote one word on the blackboard: escape.
Use all means to stay away from them.
This requires a senior demon-hunter to deal with special non-human creatures, which are extremely difficult to be killed by physical means, and fire torture is just a rumor circulating among the people.
If they can be burned to death, an imperial army platoon equipped with a fuel flamethrower can completely deal with them.
Moreover, they are good at disguising and deceiving people's hearts. No one even knows where their reincarnation soul artifacts are hidden except for themselves.
Bath town incident, in exchange for any demon-hunter get involved in the Supernatural Investigation Division, it is absolutely impossible to live to see the morning sun on the 2nd day.
The witch knows this well, so she has no fear and tries to raise her pet with as many human souls as possible.
Unfortunately this time, she met Cole.
Kicking open the door of the hotel, the other two surviving members of the Demon Eye action team, brawny Carter and the brown-haired youth.
At this time, it was like two three-and-a-half-year-old dementias, one squatting in the corner, his eyes sluggish, one by one pulling his hair off and eating it into his mouth.
The other pair of trousers wetted a large area with a strong stench. While swimming on the ground, he kept repeating the sentence, "I am a fish...I am a fish... "
Hardy looked at them dumbfounded, "Mr. Cole."
Cole walked to the front desk with a cigarette in his mouth, indifferently said, "I saw it."
At this moment.
The ugly and terrifying hotel boss, like a puppet with a broken rope, fell to the ground with his twisted and broken body, he heard footsteps, moved his chin with difficulty, and his turbid eyes rolled up. .
A pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in its sight.
It laughed.
The laughter was as dry as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing.
"hehe...demon-hunter, this time, it's not over yet."
Cole squatted down, pinched his hair and lifted his head, browse slightly wrinkle, "Really?"
The puppet drooped on the skin on his face, piled up a gloomy smile as ugly as shit, "demon-hunter, I will find you, and then use your flesh and blood to pay homage. .."
It was not finished yet, a half-burning cigarette butt hit its face directly.
The stench of the barbecue immediately filled their noses.
Pull him up hard, and at the distance from his face to his face, Cole said blankly, "Oh, are you flustered and exasperated? Witch."
"You... .!"
Do not wait for her to make a threatening counterattack and response.
Boom!
The loud noise after the gunshot in the room shook Hardy’s eardrums. He covered his ears and looked back at Cole, who had blown the head of the witch puppet with a Colt M1900 shot. Helplessly said, “header, next time Before shooting, can you remind me that my ears are about to burst."
Cole pulled out a chair, sat down and put his leg on the table, lit a cigarette, indifferently said, "Tie those two idiots with sheets, and send a telegram to the person who meets us."
"Oh."
Hardy didn't complain. Pulled again, and got the two of Carter upstairs, listening to the sound should have tied them to the bed.
About ten minutes have passed.
I don’t know where he got a pinch of beer, put it on the table, said with a smile, "Boss, look at what I got."
Opening a bottle and handing it to Cole, he glanced at the witch puppet lying next to him from the corner of his eye, feeling deeply moved for a while.
If it wasn't a coincidence, maybe now he is either dead or his soul is sucked up.
...
Time flies by.
When the first rays of light illuminate the town of Bath.
A rush of footsteps came from outside the hotel.
There was a bang.
The old wooden gate was pushed open.
In response to the sunlight outside the door, Cole took down the newspaper covering his face, squinted at the visitor, and lazily said, "You are late."
Hardy, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly shivered stood up, saw the person face changed, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Morgan! Why are you here?!"
Chaz · Morgan.
A tall, thin, hair grey-white, old gentleman with a lacquered wooden cane and a short black cloak who likes to have a straight face.
At the same time, he is also a demon-hunter of the lower predatory sequence, a permanent member of the Supervisory Committee of the Investigation Group, and is responsible for dealing with various malignant sudden occurrences.
Along with him is a reorganized ten-member executive team.
The leader of the team is a median imprisonment sequence.
He took off his black leather gloves, glanced across Cole, and said with a calm face, "Which one of you is the Chief-In-Charge of the Demon Eye action team?"