The drug is absorbed and then flows through the blood vessels throughout the body, followed by a strange feeling that rises from the body.

That feeling is a bit indescribable, it seems painful but not painful. If there is such a special substance in the body, the agent will pour into it after it takes effect, and then cause severe pain.

But now, the body is suffering from a slight pain, but when I feel it carefully, I can't find it, and the medicine scattered in the body seems to be looking for something.

In this way, Roger waited quietly until the feeling disappeared, and the pain that Ingmar mentioned did not appear.

"I'm not a holy son"

Roger stood up and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a little worried when he thought about it carefully. The feeling just now was too special and was not in any situation described by Ingmar.

After reconfiguring a dose, he drank it again after a while.

Not long after, the familiar feeling appeared again, but it was just a little strange. Only then did Roger completely relieve himself.

"Maybe it's because of my special physique."

Compared with other demon hunters, Roger took too many potions, and his body has undergone three temperings, and his internal organs have been transformed, and some errors have occurred.

Since killing three people in front of the hut last time, Roger has been a little worried that no one wants a force to secretly find him.

"I can finally feel completely relieved now."

"When you find all the materials, complete the grass trial, and become a real demon hunter, you can truly enjoy life."

A big rock in his heart finally fell, and Roger also relaxed. It was noon. After eating a little, he came to the Mist Cabin again.

There is no day and night in the foggy world. The sky is also gray during the day. When fog covers the entire space, it is equivalent to the arrival of night.

After entering, Roger went directly to another safe point through the iron gate on the second floor. He did not practice in the training room downstairs. Roger pushed open the door and walked outside.

There is no fog, and time is in the daytime here.

All the monster corpses he killed before disappeared, and no blood was left on the ground.

After what happened before, Roger knew that in this strange world, whenever the fog subsided, the remaining bodies, blood stains and even damaged houses would be restored to their original appearance.

His range of activities is limited now, but Roger still plans to walk around and learn about the environment.

The assimilation process was terminated, but many rules here were still changed. Roger climbed up the roof along the wall and looked up.

A large area of ​​compact houses is in sight, and in the distance is the core area they have been to.

Roger did not know architecture, but his style has a history of at least a hundred years and no obvious modern facilities.

The house is all made of wooden structure. Although the pavement is paved with bluestone, it is obviously a feature left over from the unfinished assimilation.

Just then, I glanced at the corner of my eyes and a familiar street appeared in front of me.

"Narcissus Street"

Roger was slightly stunned and jumped off the roof. From his perspective, he could see the street he had seen before when he entered the core area.

But what he saw at that time was the street, and now he is at the end of the street.

Roger walked forward. Due to limited movement, he could only enter about 10 meters of the end of Narcissus Street.

At most, you can only enter one house next to the street.

"Is this place really a certain stage in the history of Rose Street?"

In the process of assimilation, the different space will extract reality, but not limited to reality. Everything in front of you is almost replicated in a certain period of Rose Street.

However, it is unknown how much content is changed due to the rules.

With curiosity in mind, Roger walked into a house next to his left hand on the street.

An iron sign was hung at the door of the house. The left half of the iron row was printed with a angular daffodil, and the right half was written in Menian with No. 42 Narcissus Street.

“No. 42”

“How are the numbers of the entire street arranged?”

Roger immediately ran to the opposite side of the street, and on the door sign opposite, there was noon 43 Narcissus Street engraved.

He continued to walk forward until his body was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Although he restricted his movements, he could not limit his gaze.

Roger swept to both sides of the street. Due to the angle, he could only see the numbers on the door signs of several nearby houses.

“It’s sorted in sequence.”

Looking back at the end of the street.

“Where did you go to No. 48 Narcissus Street?”

“Is it not assimilated because of process problems?”

Roger didn't know what was going on, so he didn't think about it anymore, but walked directly into No. 42 Narcissus Street.

This is an ordinary house with a narrow space and a low height on each floor, which makes people feel very depressing.

The furnishings in the room were old and there was no dust, as if they had been inhabited.

I followed the stairs to the second floor. There were separate rooms on both sides of the stairs. There was no abnormality on the surface, but for some reason, Roger always felt something was wrong.

No information was found, he left from No. 42 and walked into No. 43 opposite.

The structure of room No. 43 is similar to that of No. 42. After walking around the room for a few times, Roger finally found the problem.

These two houses have no windows on the street!

This is extremely abnormal, and it seems that people walking on the street are intentionally not allowed to notice what is happening in the room.

Although there were several windows in the other direction, the diameter of the window was very small, even so small that ordinary adults could not enter.

These extremely small windows are distributed on the walls, and seem to be not for lighting at all, but rather form some kind of pattern.

"At least it proves that this street really exists. The rest needs to find the specific period and then find out some things."

Roger suddenly thought of something and walked downstairs quickly. He took off the iron sign on the door and looked carefully. There was a string of letters engraved on the stems of the daffodil.

"Stuart."

"Is it the last name of the owner of this street?"

This was a real surprise. Roger ran across the street and found the same letter on the door sign.

The Stuart family, after knowing the name of this family, it will be much more convenient to search for it, at least with a rough direction.

When Roger was happy, he suddenly heard a heavy breathing sound from behind him.

Along with the sound of gasping, a powerful sense of oppression came from behind.

The hairs on the back of the neck counted down, and Roger slowly turned around.

More than 30 meters behind him, a huge black shadow was slowly approaching.

"That guy is still there!"

What appeared in front of Roger was nothing else, the demon bull they followed all the way when they escaped from the core area.

One of its eyes had rotted, and it was obvious that Henrik's shot at that time still caused considerable damage to it.

In addition, it is covered with scars of all sizes.

At this time, Roger was even further from the hut than the monster. If he rushed forward, he would definitely face the frontal blow of the demon bull!

At the same time, a faint mist rose from the side.
Chapter completed!