Roger wanted to lower his head to check his condition. But he didn't give him a chance to speak. His thin body was pulled by someone, and then he stumbled back to the wooden house not far away.

"Bang!"

The door was closed and blocked the wind and snow outside. The space inside was not large and there was no decoration. There was a hole in the wall that was barely blocked by someone with an animal skin, but there was wind and snow infiltrated from the edge.

To be honest, this cannot be called a house at all. Compared to the cold outside, you can at least get a little breathing opportunity here.

There was an iron basin in the middle of the house, with red charcoal fires inside, and several figures sat around the brazier.

"You guys are lucky."

The speaker wiped his face and showed a rough face.

"Just come back from outside, I can't go directly to the brazier..."

The man was talking nonsense, but Roger couldn't listen to a word, just wondering about his current state.

"Ten months?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Before I lost consciousness, I only saw a black moon. Could it be that the purpose of the Lord of the Crown Sword was not to kill me?

If he had changed to someone who judged the situation like the Tengu God Lord, and the Yata celebrity was deposed, he might not have taken it to heart.

A wasteful son is really worth mentioning compared to a gradually stronger Jidao Sword Master.

But the Crown Sword Master is different.

That kind of stubbornness deeply in the bone marrow and kendo spirit means that this man will not compromise on anything.

The choice I made was not that I should do, but that's what I thought.

But now it seems that things have become a little confused.

Is it because of the special nature of the Hunter's House that Roger appeared in this place?

"His spiritual world?"

"But shouldn't he be the guardian spirit who escaped from the world controlled by the Silver Dragon? How could he become a child?"

There were so many questions that Roger didn't even notice that his clothes were stripped naked without realizing them.

Well……

It is not noticed outside, but the clothes are filled with snow. If they are not cleaned up, it will be difficult to deal with when they turn into snow.

After staying in such a harsh environment for a long time. As soon as he entered the room, Roger noticed that his thin body was beginning to recover quickly.

It seems that this body has a great resistance to the cold.

Roger could only try to pretend that he had just escaped from the cold. He dared not show any abnormalities now.

The state is very strange at this time. Perhaps the consciousness of the Jackdaw Sword Lord is above this world and is silently observing everything.

After everything was rectified, Roger had to face a new problem.

What should he do next?

"Hunter's Lodge..."

He tried hard to sense the existence of the Hunter's Hunter, but after working hard several times, his brain was empty. When he closed his eyes, a lot of knowledge flashed through his mind, and his practice skills were vivid in his mind.

But the body was empty.

What also puzzled him was that in his own mental state, he always felt that something seemed to be gradually moving away from him.

“What is it?”

"My power?"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Just then, a rapid knock came from outside the dilapidated wooden door.

The wind roared outside the house, and no one was willing to talk in this depressing environment. Over time, the sound of wind and snow became a background sound, but the sudden knock on the door broke this inherent silence.

"who?!"

The middle-aged man who spoke was full of vicissitudes of life, and he brought Roger back from outside the house.

Crackling.

It seemed that something hit the wooden door, but the knocking sound suddenly disappeared.

The man hesitated for a moment and glanced at the others in the room, "Who else is not here?"

“It’s all here.”

A woman whispered.

The man's heart tightened and suddenly took a few steps. When he came back, there was a hatchet in his hand.

"Maybe the stones falling from the top of the mountain were blown by the wind and snow, and then..."

The woman whispered, her eyes full of horror.

But the next second, the sound of slap came again, and the rapid sound penetrated the wooden door and fell directly into everyone's mind.

At the same time, a low and old voice rang through the crack of the door throughout the room.

"Why don't you open the door?"

"The weather is so cold. Do you want me to die of freezing outside?"

Bang bang bang!

"Open the door quickly, it's too cold!"

Hearing this voice, the blood on the woman who was speaking just now faded away, her lips turned white, and she squeezed out a name with trembling.

"It's Grandma Xue..."

"I have heard this voice. They are the incarnations of resentment, wandering in the mountains, and only like to suck the brains of children!"

After saying that, her eyes suddenly widened and swept to a place in the room where a thin body was sitting.

Roger's heart thumped. He looked around and couldn't help but curse in his heart. In this room, he was the youngest one.

"Bang bang bang!"

The knock on the door came again. Unlike before, this time, you could clearly feel that the power was greater, and at the same time, something sharp seemed to pass through the door.

The people surrounding the fire hurried together, and everyone's eyes fell on Roger's face.

"Can you be sure?"

"Can it be the villagers blocked by the wind and snow?" the man asked in a difficult voice.

"I can't remember it wrong. I heard this sound more than ten years ago. It was a snowy night, just like today..."

"What happened later?" The man tightened the knife in his hand.

"Later, my father handed over my youngest sister." The woman said tremblingly.

"I will never forget the sound of that thing when it sucks brain matter for the rest of my life. It sucks very slowly under the window, as if it is enjoying some kind of delicacy."

"Maybe it took it all night to suck my sister's brain dry. At dawn, we only saw a shriveled body under the window."

The woman's body trembled wildly, and her teeth were intertwined and made a crackling sound, as if she was just thinking of the scene at that time brought her great fear.

It is obvious that the events of that year left an indelible impression on her young heart, and the fear at that time had been infinitely amplified.

The next moment she suddenly became excited, stood up from the ground and rushed to a corner of the room like a crazy tiger.

There was Roger sitting.

"What are you going to do?" The man subconsciously stepped forward, blocking the woman's way.

"Take him over, just hand him over and we can all be saved!" The woman shouted loudly, her eyes full of madness at Roger.

"He's still a child!"

"Of course I know, but it is precisely because he is a child that all of us will be saved. That thing only likes children, and the younger he likes it!"

The woman's thin body was fighting against the man, "Without you, he had frozen to death outside just now!"

"This is fate, this is his fate!"

"He can't live today. If he can save us all before he dies, why not do it?"

The woman shouted loudly.

"I don't want to send him out either, but if I wait any longer, I will lose patience if I take something outside, and all of us will die by then!"

"And now, just die him!"

At this time, Roger saw the woman suddenly hugging her man, her face full of tears.

The man's vicissitudes of life were filled with pain, "No, if you do this, what is the difference between us and those beasts?"

He held the weapon in his hand tightly, "It's not like that for so long that thing has been in the house, which means that the power of that thing may not be very strong. I might be able to try..."

"Bang!"
To be continued...