"Give me your life, sir!"

The old man wailed forward, lying on the ground like a dog, trembling.

The witch hunter pressed the sword behind his neck, kicked the thatch next to him again, and then the gray-white pickled thigh rolled out, and the witch hunter's eyes became as sharp as a knife.

There is actually a "beast" hidden in the swamp?

The old man in front of him had white hair and skinny bones, and looked weak and fragile. Although his face was wrinkled, he still had a bit of kind eyebrows.

Just looking at appearance, it is difficult to associate him with inhuman behavior.

Although Roy had long known about the situation of cannibalism in this world, there was also a perverted group. But for the first time, he had a personal understanding of this scene.

He was surprised that the Northern War had not yet begun, and the situation in the northern countries was far from reaching the point where people were living in poverty. Why was this old man like this?

"Collaborate with the fallen half-fisherman and eat the corpse, what you do is enough to die ten times!"

The young witch hunter was about to carry his sword and kill him, but was stopped by Resou.

Seeing the opportunity, the old man hurriedly kowtowed to the two of them for mercy. Tears flowed from his orange-skinned face. At the same time, a stream of liquid oozed out of his torn linen pants, but he was frightened to wet his crotch.

"Let the old man go, two adults! I have never killed anyone!"

"It's strange, so where did this thing come from?"

The bald man kicked the thigh on the ground, jammed his neck, and his amber eyes looked straight into his eyes.

"The thighs are... taken from the dead, and there is no blood on Old Panta's hands!"

"Where did the dead man come from?" Resor asked aggressively.

"The villagers killed by the fallen half-fisherman by the lake." The old man stammered.

"So…" Roy asked calmly with a rage in his heart, "You reveal our whereabouts to the Fallen Ones, and in return, they give you 'food'?"

Old Panta agreed to the witch hunter's statement, then slowly moved his neck away from the big man's palm, and curled up in a ball against the corner of the wall.

"I don't understand. Kona Village has enough food and you have many choices, so why do you choose a corpse?"

Roy asked in a calm tone of heart-wrenching calmness.

During the observation, the old man showed no sign of depravity in his state. He was a very normal human.

Hearing the sound, the old man pointed his thin and numb arm at the ground, with a hint of bewitching in his tone and his eyes were filled with expectation.

"Two adults want to know the answer? Try it, just one bite. I promise you will fall in love with it. The taste and unique aroma are much better than any bird or beast, and they are incredibly wonderful."

He licked his lips, looking slightly intoxicated, "After I tasted it for the first time, I couldn't taste any taste when I touched other meat. It was like chewing wood, and I couldn't help vomiting all of it."

"At that time, I suddenly realized that I could only live on it in my life."

"Actually, pickling is not the most perfect way to eat it. You have to use it just now..."

The old man suddenly silenced and changed his words, "The stewed taste is even more intense."

Roy felt chills in his heart. What is this? A pica or a mental illness?

“When did you develop this unique flavor?”

Old Panta just said in a daze, "I am too old, I can't remember exactly what year it is, but it's been a while."

"Have you encountered other 'like' in the swamp?"

"No...no one wants to share it with me."

The witch hunter nodded.

"Flesh, you leave it for yourself, and now tell us how you contact the Fallen?"

"I said, can you two let Old Panta go?"

"You really haven't killed anyone?" Resor asked.

"I swear to the Prophet Rebioda that I have never hurt any human beings," the old man spitted excitedly, "and I have a good relationship with the villagers, so you can go and verify."

"What's more, my body will fall ill if I blow the cool breeze. Who can I kill?"

The witcher Reso looked at his face, "If what you said is true, then I will spare your life!"

...

Soon after, the old man who was granted an amnesty brought two witch hunters to the south shore of Lake Vigima. Under a huge willow tree, rubbing the uneven bark, gasping heavily,

"Every time I bury a dead fish in the soft mud in front of this willow tree, a half-fish-man priest would come here to wait for me in the early morning of that day."

"After meeting, I usually report to it the latest situation and various new news about the nearby villages, and then it will give me irregular amounts of meat depending on the situation."

"Can the fallen half-fish understand?"

"I don't understand either, maybe they will be passed on to the master behind it."

The witch hunter checked the nearby environment, and then questioned him with the Yakshifa seal, confirming the old man's statement.

"I have a question," Roy looked at the old man's face curiously. "Most of the villagers in Kona Village are nightmares and are listless, but you don't seem to have this trouble at all. It's strange. You obviously have more contact with the fallen half-fisherman, but why are you less affected?"

"I don't know..." The old man shook his head in panic. He felt that there was something in the witch hunter's words, "Actually, I'm having nightmares, but it's not as frequent as everyone else."

"I may be able to answer your question," the bald man interjected, "The dream woven by the evil god makes normal people confused, become bloodthirsty and fanatic, but if they were not originally human, the impact of dreams would not be so significant."

"What...what?" Old Panta retreated with horror, and his back was against a big willow tree.

"Do you know, how serious the consequences will be caused by your approach?"

The old man swallowed and argued in panic, "Even if I don't convey the news to the fallen people, there will be no fewer people they should kill. The lonely old Panta is just to survive... and to survive, he has to."

Should he be let go?

The young witch hunter thought seriously, and the dark gold's pupils turned into prism.

"Old Panta, don't you think you have lived long enough? This world is over 60 years old and can be considered long-lived, please be content."

"You promised me..."

"That's right... Reso promised you...so he won't do it..."

Old Panta opened his mouth - the young man's face was frozen, and then a white light flashed through his eyes like a meteor.

A swaying like a crack in the sky and the earth. When I opened my eyes, I felt an uncontrollable dizziness. In my sight, a dry headless body suddenly stood there, and blood fell from my neck like a fountain.

"Body...my body...where is my head?"

The thought was extinguished, and the old Panta's head, which had fallen to the ground, closed his eyes completely.

"Kill Panta, experience value +20"

"As a human being, you still have to have some bottom line..."

Roy pulled a piece of rag from the body and carefully wiped the blood from Arondets's body.

"Little devil, when will it become a stalwart?" The big man picked up the dead head with wide eyes, "You would never have the heart to attack an old man before."

"Although he is a human in terms of physiology, he is an absolute monster in terms of spirit. And removing monsters is not the job of a witch hunter?"

Roy breathed and reinserted Arondate into the scabbard behind him.

"Cleaning the body, finding a dead fish to get in. We will come and chat with the fallen half-fisherman in the early morning tomorrow."
Chapter completed!