Cannibal sect.
Child trafficking.
Mrs. Downer, White
In an instant, Lan En couldn't tell whether the coldness in his heart came from anger or guilt.
Just a boundless chill swept through the demon hunter's body.
An ordinary daily hunting, he and his friends were working in an orderly manner, and then an unknown enemy started to attack with a smile on his face with the purpose of "killing people"
The enemy is food. After all, Bernie was hit by an arrow, and Lan En's brain withstood the impact of a full 70 proficiency level. He took the man back to the village, and then performed the operation while enduring the pain that was about to explode his brain.
The young man thought he had saved his friend's life.
I was thinking about what happened today. It was so fucked up. It made me miserable. I have to smell the smell tomorrow to get rid of the archery miscellaneous things. But today I don’t even have a bed. If you don’t want to do it, don’t stop anyone.
But as soon as Bernie’s belly was sewn on, old Allen brought such news.
A bolt from the blue and a rage.
It was like a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, making him not even know how he felt for a moment
Are you guilty?
Yes, very guilty.
The fundamental purpose of his coming to Oriden was to let the widow of the person who had spoken for him live a good life.
But now, their only remaining child has been kidnapped
Lost
Why?
Because that child Damn, you're picking those damn alchemy ingredients for me
What else could it be for? Lan En couldn't think of a child who matured precociously due to family changes and ran away from the village for no reason.
White knows very well how dangerous it is outside the village.
And now in Mrs. Downer's arms, the little cloth bag still exudes the obvious, fresh fragrance of white zinnia flowers.
Are you angry?
Of course you are. In Lan En’s eyes, kidnapping children is a crime on the same level as cannibalism
But what is the most prominent emotion now? , still anxious.
Fuck fuck fuck
Why are all the bad things piled up together
Lan En remembered that the criminal investigation experts in his home world had made statistics that in the first forty-eight hours before a person disappeared, , both the police recovery rate and the survival rate of missing persons will be dramatically higher than after 48 hours.
That was still in the home world where technology was advanced and surveillance was everywhere.
It was hundreds of years ago that human traffickers caused the goods in their hands to die on a large scale.
But in Willen, a wave of people die like bugs every day.
As long as the Weilun people leave home, they are exposed to the risk of sudden death, let alone being abducted
Every second now is important
Lan En suddenly stood up from the wooden board at the pier. His weight of nearly 200 kilograms was extremely heavy.To make the board creak
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The witcher's face twitched with anger as he put on his steel bracers and studded leather braces again. Gloves, while glaring at old Allen.
The old man’s face wrinkled up.
"You are rescuing people." The old man pointed at Mrs. Donner. "Donna will not rush to disturb you like a crazy woman at this time, even if she is indeed worried like crazy now. Same."
Mrs. Downer.
Lan En suppressed his anger in front of this name.
In his heart, the person in the world who is least qualified to lose his temper is Mrs. Donna.
The middle-aged woman slumped on the ground, her optimistic look about life was no longer seen.
Even though the family lost its backbone and its main labor force, this woman still looked carefree, optimistic and brave when Lan En first met her.
She sarcastically mocked her lost husband, and then turned around and started doing work that a woman's body could not bear to support their home again.
It seems that "life" has no chance of defeating her
But now, the optimistic and brave smiling face has disappeared.
What replaced it was deep despair.
That expression made Lan En's heart twitch uncontrollably.
"Clue"
A moment later, Lan En's low and cold voice sounded, "Give me the clue."
The witcher half-crouched in front of Mrs. Donna. , lowered his head, not daring to look into her eyes, and gently pulled away the small cloth bag she was holding in her hand.
What catches the eye are the traces of fine stitches, which are exactly the same as the traces of stitches on Lan En's cotton armor outer cover.
This is a small bag prepared by a mother for her child.
Fuck fuck
"Sir, you need to think calmly."
Mentos's voice sounded in his mind.
During its induction, Lan En's current mood swings were about to explode
"I know." But when Lan En responded to it, his tone was cold It's like a piece of ice. "Of course I know."
The demon hunter's extraordinary perception was put to extreme use on this small cloth bag.
The little cloth bag was pulled, and White resisted. You can go to the site to see if there are any more traces left.
After a gentle sniff, the fragrance of azure flowers comes to your nose.
The amount of petals in this small cloth bag cannot be picked out in one morning.
White should have started collecting medicinal materials last night.
This kid really wants to be worthy of the Oren coin that Lan En paid.
But among the rich floral fragrance, Lan En's nose suddenly discovered some ominous smell.
That was the smell that made him want to vomit during the arrest a few days ago.
“There are so many and so many things” The demon hunter couldn’t help but frown and looked at his hands.The cloth bag "smells of human flesh"
The cannibal sect.
The child kidnapping cases that are rampant in Willen are actually the work of the cannibal sect
No, I can't be so sure.
The men and horses who attacked Lan En and Bernie were also cannibals. Perhaps because Lan En helped capture their people, they came to Oriden to exact revenge.
Thinking of this, the guilt in Lan En's heart added fuel to his anger.
"Fortunately" the young demon hunter got up from the ground and turned to the small boat he had driven back. "Isn't there a tongue?"
Looking at Willis on the boat with eyes as cold as blades.
When Willis woke up, the first thing he felt was severe pain erupting from his lumbar spine.
The lumbar vertebrae are broken, and the sensation in the lower body is lost. But the breaking point was excruciatingly painful.
"Uh-oh"
The scream was forced back into the chest. Willis, who had lost half of his face, had a distorted expression like an ugly monster. No different.
A big hand wearing studded leather gloves directly covered his mouth. The huge force made him feel that his upper and lower jaws were deforming
It was the demon hunter Man
It was this glove that hung half of his face, and he still remembered the touch.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you on the head this time."
A pair of cold cat eyes appeared in his field of vision.
"Someone taught me that hitting the head first during torture will make people dizzy and unable to feel the pain. I will bear it in mind."
The leather gloves lose their skin. The friction on the muscles, the pain that spread inch by inch made Willis's eyes filled with tears.
But under those cat eyes, he didn't even dare to cry out now.
But the owner of Maoyan seemed to have misunderstood something.
"Ah, he is still a tough guy. Very good."
The demon hunter nodded expressionlessly and said so.
Willis was eager to clarify, but the big hand on his mouth gave him no chance to speak. < /p>
"Congratulations, man. You have successfully improved your own value."
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