The witch hunter stepped on a layer of sticky blood, threw down several corpses, and came to the second floor. The room where the woman was wailing was previously heard.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

"Who? Bilaire? Being standing outside obediently, I'm busy!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bastard! You dare to knock, but you want to die! Don't you skin you?!"

After a vicious curse and a burst of rushing steps.

The door is open.

A young face was poked out. Hawthorne II, who was outrageously perverted in later generations, was less than 20 years old. He had greasy dark blonde hair and bloodshot blue eyes, inherited from his father's mean lips and sinister nose.

She is thin and small, and her exposed upper body is full of pork ribs, like a child with incomplete development.

However, this guy has a pretty bad temper.

He cursed with a crooked mouth and squinted eyes, and his face was obedient.

"Does the bitch understand the rules? How dare you disturb my interest at this time!?"

Cyprus Willie suddenly stopped and looked confused

"No, no, who are you...?"

This completely unfamiliar visitor outside the door, with handsome and cheerful facial features and slender figures, is he much more beautiful than the group of big and thick men of Willy's gang?

And this dark gold vertical pupil...

The strange blood light behind him...

The long sword that dripped blood further down...

"hiss"

His eyelids twitched.

"The person who cleans up the garbage!"

After the words came, the witch hunter hit the man's lower abdomen like lightning, kicked him back two meters away, fell to the ground, covered his stomach and howled.

Roy dragged his sword and strode into the door.

He looked around and his eyes were staring.

The room is decorated in luxuriously magnificently, with a striking large bed in the center, surrounded by the dressing mirror, there are various cruel torture tools, tweezers, knives, steel needles, and whips.

A poor man buried himself in the bed, his smooth back was full of traces of whipping and torture.

In the keen perception of the witch hunter, she had no breath.

He obviously suffered a lot of sin before his death.

"Ten years ahead of time, is it a pervert or a pervert."

"Cyprus Willy, from now on, you will never have a chance to hurt anyone!"

A cold light flashed in Roy's eyes. Gu Weishir danced the sword flowers and wanted to solve the mess with one sword!

"Wait! Don't kill me, I'll tell you a secret!"

Hawthorne II's eyes were so angry that he suddenly roared!

"Arphonse's treasure, Kron, gem! Please!"

In just a moment, he had analyzed the situation in front of him.

Since this stranger with blood-stained pupils of the beast could walk here, it only means that the guards of the entire manor, including his father, had encountered an unexpected accident!

I think of the faint wailing outside the door that I was in extreme excitement just now.

Even if it is unbelievable, I have to believe it.

But he was still young and hadn't heard enough of the beauty's screams, so he didn't want to die at all!

The sword that cuts iron like mud drags a shallow bloody mouth on the man's neck, and then fails to move forward.

The dark gold's pupils flashed with thought.

Before this, Roy only planned to solve the problems once and for all, and had never considered robbing property.

But when the other party mentioned this, he couldn't help but feel at ease.

The Viper School is too short of money, and Alphonse Willy, one of the four giants, has ruled the gangster for more than ten years and has made countless money. How much money can he save?

"Ahem... this, boss, master, sir... you killed Alphonse, right?" Cyprus observed the other party's expression, folded his hands with no dignity, fell to the ground, and begged humbly,

"Put me a code, I know he has hidden his property there, and I will take you to the secret room of the manor, money, jewelry, antiques, so many that you can't count, enough for you to spend a few lifetimes!"

"Let you go, and then take revenge on me?" The witch hunter raised his eyebrows.

"No, no! Sir, believe me! Alphons deserved it!" The man's face suddenly changed, and he cursed his father with a stern expression, "I wish he could die, and I wish I could cut him into pieces! He is a pervert, a demon!"

"Look, this is all his work." He suddenly turned around, revealing his terrifying back.

The old wounds, redness, swelling and scabs are all over the place, which should be caused by long-term whipping.

"A old man Alphons has to torture me every day. If you have any disagreements, or if you are on a whip, you will use a whip and punch and kick!"

Roy's face moved.

What is this called? Both fathers and sons are great perverts?

A father is in a high position and has nothing to do, but he does such beastly behavior to his only relative.

Perhaps the person in front of him became so vicious, perverted, and neurotic, and grew into a scum, which was also because of the long-term "influence" of that father.

Cyprus noticed that the witch hunter's face had eased, and felt relieved. An ugly smile appeared on his sick face, and he pleased him like a skinny dog, "You killed your enemy for me, I'm happy and grateful, too late, how could I take revenge?"

"You only have one word, from today and now, Cyprus Willy will become the most loyal subordinate, your old dog...to handle all the troublesome matters for you."

But this is not your perverted excuse!

"Sorry...secret room, wealth, I want it, but you..."

Roy shook his head, and finally glanced at the body on the bed, and outlined a blue inverted triangle with his left five fingers.

The seal reflected into the pupils, and the man's body shook instantly, his eyes stagnated like a puppet.

Then, his mouth opened and closed stiffly, and cooperated with the witch hunter to ask and answer questions.

Two minutes later.

Roy got the answer he wanted, and sent his sword forward, passing through his eyes cleanly and neatly and penetrated into his brain.

Hawthorne II fell forward with a promiscuous body, falling into eternal sleep without any pain.

"Kill...Experience value +20, witch hunter)."

...

"Buzz"

The Snake School Steel Sword whispered softly and drew a dazzling arc. A Willy thug with a hand-axe raised his hand and an instantly covered his neck, and his mouth was vague and a few words were spit out.

He fell into a pool of blood, his body twitched for a while, returning to dead silence.

Ox breathed, pulled a cloth towel from the body, wiped away the flesh and blood from the steel sword through the rain, and looked around with the amber pupils.

At this moment, Threate and Flius also ended the battle, doing cleaning and finishing work. There was no living person except the three standing witch hunters.

In the spacious courtyard, there were no less than forty corpses, and the rain accumulated on the ground was dyed with blood.

This raid ended here.

...

The three of them flocked into the villa.

After searching, he met the bald man and Roy.

The five demon hunters were almost unharmed, but their magic and physical strength were consumed so much that they looked bad.

"Guys, I have an unexpected gain..." Roy glanced at his blood-stained companion and reported a good news, "I found a secret room for treasures."

"I also discovered it unexpectedly." The bald man suddenly turned around and raised his chin to the kitchen seat of the villa in the distance. "I heard right, there was a fish that slipped through the net."

Several people caught a chubby cook in a white apron under the kitchen table. They shrank in the corner like frozen quails, covering their faces and trembling, begging.

"Don't kill me...please...I saw nothing...I didn't know anything!"

Resso's eyes were circling on his companion, "What should I do now, you decide."

The plan to destroy the manor was almost successful. The core members of the Willy Gang died and happened to encounter the heavy rain of the time covering the action.

But now there is another variable, an eyewitness, and a witness.

Oaks, Threate looked at each other, and Roy rubbed his temples.

Maojiu wrapped her arms around her chest, looked at the fat woman condescendingly, and suddenly spoke,

"Kill a hundred of them."
To be continued...