Let's act together, the strange moonlight shone into the window, illuminating two figures sitting cross-legged on the cold ground.

"My man, I'll give you an important task and stay outside the cellar later." Carl had a handsome face and patted Arkham's shoulder pads as if the general ordered his personal soldiers.

"Get out!" The latter quickly pushed away his hand in disgust. "Let's take action together!"

"Don't mess around, my intuition tells me that something is wrong with those two muscular men. You have to stay outside just in case." Carl stared out the window thinking,

"What's wrong with you! Who solved the problem with the water ghost last time? It's my turn to take action this time!" Arkham's eyes were staring like a copper bell, and he was swift and he was trying to argue. "What's more, I proposed to eliminate the demon for free, and I will bear the risk!"

"One code is the same as one code! If you want to be the main force, I will talk about when you have beaten me!"

Arkham was poked into the pain and laughed angrily, saying meaningfully, "Are you so brave and selfless, think about others? Then go, after you die, I will take good care of Vicky."

Carl grinned and showed cold white teeth, his eyes flashed cold light, he raised his palms to point his companion's crotch, and made a move to sharpen the knife and shook the pigs and sheep. "When did you learn Lambert's shameless love? Believe it or not, I will castrate you first!"

"You try!"

After the two of them sarcastically sarcastically, their minds became extremely calm.

Carl picked up the silver sword on the left side of his knee, drew the sword, held the hilt with one hand, and aimed the other hand at the smooth blade and slowly poured the paste-shaped evil spirit oil. Then there was a second level of insurance, improved from the Viper School, colorless and transparent pufferfish venom.

When two liquids are immersed in the sword, that stylized inscription.

Carl's index finger then brushed his sword's spine hard, with a sharp beauty, just like a brilliant swordsman polishing his sword weapon.

The sword oil is applied evenly, and a gray-brown oily light will be reflected on the sword body.

Click—

Silver sword sheathed.

At the same time, brushed the porcelain jars and long-necked silver bottles in the dark bags on the waist and chest.

Bo...

The cork fell to the ground.

Gulugulu.

He swallowed two different potions one after another.

Cats make the choroidal layer inside their eyes more sensitive to light due to mutations.

Thunder expands muscle blood vessels, penetrates tendons and veins, stimulates potential, and is ready to go like a sneaking cheetah.

A large area of ​​dense black blood vessels squirmed like spasm, stretching from the neck to the temples of both cheeks and cheeks, and the whole face was covered with blinking. The handsome and handsome boy suddenly became hideous like a demon.

The white air spurted out from the mouth and nose, and the electric arc flashed as the eyes turned, and the murderous aura was everywhere.

Carl stood up, and his cloak swayed, striding forward with a meteor outside the threshold, Arkham followed closely behind in a consistent manner, relaxing his muscles and bones to make his body liven up.

At night, snow is falling all over the sky, and everything in the temple courtyard is quiet, only the cold night wind whistles by.

On the far left side of the temple, beside the wooden shed with horses tied to the old brick house sealed by wooden boards, the priestess holding torches and two great men were trembling in the night wind.

Carl didn't take a few steps, his ears shaking.

Woo woo...

The crying and complaining call came from the darkness of the brick house, and the howling cold wind blew across the dark night sky, making people think of the crazy woman talking to herself by the grave. Her voice was weak and she was filled with a cold air soaked in her lungs.

"Master Carl, are you sick or are you infected?" The torch illuminated the face of the witch hunter. The man with messy hair was immediately startled by the evil face and held the dagger on his waist with vigilant control.

"Don't be impatient, this is a tattoo magic that can scare ghosts. Of course, it also has some effect on people, so don't be nervous." Arkham's cheek, which was covered with black blood vessels, showed a terrifying smile, "What are you doing when you are standing there? Open the door!"

The bald man turned around and looked at Daisy. Seeing her nodding, he pried open the wooden board that sealed the abandoned house with a hammer and threw it into the snow.

Step in.

The dim and empty wooden house has been abandoned for half a year, and dust and cobwebs are rushing towards us.

On a wooden board slightly sunken in the middle of the house, the torch light shone out several iron chains and locks that were entangled like pythons.

The priestess glanced at the witch hunter, patted his chest, took a deep breath, squatted down and took out the keys from the pocket of the robe to unlock them one by one.

Her back was facing everyone, and her hair was swaying, but she accidentally exposed the shiny and strange mesh pattern on her neck, the back of her neck.

Most of the patterns were hidden in the burqa behind her, only a few weird black characters were displayed, bl...

Mark? Tattoo?

The witch hunter exchanged a look and felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a short time.

Two great men assisted the priestess in dragging the iron chain and lifting the stone slab.

A sloping stone staircase appeared below, and the changing low moans in the cellar turned into high whistling, which became more and more sensational.

The pendant on Carl's chest vibrated rapidly, and the magic in the air became chaotic.

He suddenly outlined his five fingers, covering his leather armor like a bright golden shield, and the second layer of Helio's magic seal appeared.

Swish-

The silver blade was unsheathed, and he just pulled his sword and lowered his head, and rushed into the darkness like a crab.

"Don't you go in and help?" Daisy looked at Akham Tom squatting at the entrance in confusion.

"He is my boss, the strongest one among the first apprentices of the Witch Hunter Brotherhood, the master of the Water Ghost!" Arkham said jokingly, and suddenly his expression changed, and his tone became more excited, "Shh, here we come!"

...

The air was filled with thick dust, rotten smell, and fishy smell of soil.

Two green light balls floated in the darkness.

Several moonlights tilted from the holes in the walls in the depths, intertwining a kind of quiet beauty.

Carl sneaked, bowed his knees like a cheetah, held his breath, tiptoed, and landed like a spirit cat, and roared silently towards the depths of the cellar with an increasingly harsh roar.

The vertical pupils that shrink into ridges penetrate the tide-like darkness, and are filled with rocks, debris, pickled vegetables and cured meat.

And just where he reached, a table leg burned into charcoal was stuck to the ground like a wrecked ship's mast.

The mast and the marble table half-in-the-dirt further form a triangle gap.

A blurry and elegant green light came from it at high speed, and with the whistling wind, his feet rushed towards the invaders of the cellar!

Carl's eyes narrowed, and his left hand caught the silver jar on his waist in a flash, and threw it suddenly.

Bang!

The glass was broken, and the blue-gray dust clouds filled the air, like a closed fishing net, instantly covering the ghost from his feet to his head!

The arc flashes, the moon dust takes effect, the ghost's translucent body becomes solid, and it completely appears in the hazy moonlight-

She was wearing a torn blue long dress. She was carrying a lantern in one hand and a rusty dagger in the other, and her body was suspended by an inch on the ground.

Describes withered, skinny, hands exposed outside the dress, dry face, blue-gray corpse spots and rotten bruises.

She is like a zombie bride who has just broken out of an ancient tomb and is wearing a wedding dress!

And in the classics of the witch hunter, it is called the Nighttime Demon Spirit.

Hiss-

It screamed and turned as elegant as waltz. The dagger turned diagonally downward like a gear, and a sharp green light was drawn.

The boy had already predicted it earlier, and a lazy donkey with a short body and extremely skilled rolled around. Like tens of thousands of times avoiding the spinning dummy in the past, it rolled past the edge of the strong wind and to the back of the demon spirit.

Before it reacts, five fingers outline the lavender inverted triangle.

One push!

The Aden magic array rose on the ground, and the purple aperture wrapped the demon spirit in it.

Hiss-

The harsh scream echoed in the dim cellar.

Its floating body was suddenly covered with heavy shackles and sank down like a quagmire.

The light around his body flashed and darkened, and his movements became slow at the naked eye, but he still roared at the half-squatted demon hunter.

A smile appeared on the corner of Carl's mouth, the silver sword stood on his face, and the tip of the sword pointed at the demon spirit, like a bull's charge and standing upside down.

Stepping forward with your left foot, it thunderstorms like a thunderous wind and thunder.

Puff!

Straight silver light pierces the air!

The tall silver sword first stabbed the demon spirit in the chest.

The silver and sword oil on the sword show their power, corroding the demon spirit's body like sulfuric acid.

The white smoke rolled and sizzled.

Its chest suddenly broke a terrifying hole, hissing and screaming, and its movements deformed!

Carl easily avoided the remnant force of the dagger's swing,

The steps were ghostly and circling around it.

The silver blade waving and the sword light filled the sky.
To be continued...