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Chapter 41 Twisted Man 【Recommendation for collection】

Ignoring the wailing of the little wolf girl.

The demon hunter stepped on her thin body, pointed the demon hunting gun at Vivian's head, and said in a low voice.

"Wolf cub, didn't your people tell you that the bullets of demon hunters are not so easy to catch."

"Ow~"

At the feet of the witcher, the little wolf girl kept attacking the witcher's boots with her slender arms. The little wolf girl struggled and let out a powerless roar.

What happened in the forest.

If you change it to any other place, you will definitely attract criticism from a group of people who think they are righteous.

However, looking at the little wolf girl being controlled by the demon hunter, Amanda just frowned, and quickly adjusted her mentality.

After all, this seemingly weak child who was stepped on by the witcher was not really weak.

On the contrary, she is actually a terrifying monster who can catch bullets hard and knock a grown man into the air with ease.

Even this weak appearance in front of him may be nothing more than a disguise used by the other party to deceive his eyes and ears and deceive him into sympathy.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped looking at the howling and struggling little wolf girl at the feet of the witcher.

Amanda looked up at Geralt in front of her, and then said, "If our investigation is correct, her mother should be dead."

Hearing Amanda's explanation, the witcher Geralt looked down at the little wolf girl at his feet.

"It turned out to be a wolf cub who was forced to live alone."

His eyes fell on Vivienne's green eyes, and Geralt's eyes flashed an inexplicable look.

However, the next moment, the expression on his face returned to its original indifferent posture.

As an experienced demon hunter, he would naturally not commit such stupid things as sympathizing with his prey.

On the demon hunting gun, mysterious runes began to flicker.

"Say hello to your mother for me, wolf cub."

As Geralt finished speaking, the runes on the demon hunting gun in his hand shone even brighter.

However, just when the witcher wanted to pull the trigger and send the little wolf and his mother to reunite.

An inexplicable palpitation suddenly emerged in Geralt's heart.

Stopping his shooting, the demon hunter turned his head to look at the Devil's River Forest behind him with a solemn expression.

In the depths of the silent forest, he felt an unprecedented dark force spreading from it.

This power is weird and evil, even in Geralt's career as a witcher, it is extremely rare.

And under the sight of the demon hunter, everything around the forest became distorted and weird. The straight-growing trees stretched out their teeth and claws in a distorted posture. In the depths of the forest, Geralt saw a tall and thin figure over two meters tall, wearing a suit and a black hat with only sharp teeth exposed, holding a twisted umbrella, walking with twisted steps, crooked Came out from the depths of the forest.

The distorted figure was weird and unusual, even if it was just the touch of his eyes, Geralt felt a twisted madness in his heart.

"Everyone, close your eyes and don't look at it!"

Gritting his teeth and turning the demon hunting gun in his hand to aim at the tall and thin figure walking out of the forest, the demon hunter reminded everyone behind him with a hoarse voice.

Hear the hoarse cry of the witcher.

Amanda closed her eyes without hesitation.

Although she lost the support of her vision, Amanda could still clearly hear all the movements from her surroundings.

She clenched the pistol subconsciously, and the cold touch in her hand did not change her sense of security, but made Amanda feel even more uneasy.

"what--"

In the ears, there was a shrill scream.

In the direction Amanda was facing with her eyes closed, there was a small town policeman who was too late to close her eyes.

His eyes met the distorted figure that appeared in the forest.

In the next second, under the horrified eyes of the town police, he saw his fingers start to bend, and an invisible force pulled his fingers to make twisted flips.

"No, no, don't!"

Looking at his twisted fingers, the town policeman shook his head in fear and begged bitterly.

However, the distortion didn't stop because of his pleading.

Click, click, click!

Amidst a series of appalling sounds of bone shattering, the small town policeman's head was twisted behind him, his eyes were protruding, and his body was twisted into a weird appearance.

Thick blood sprayed out from the twisted flesh, and a large number of shattered white bones were faintly visible under the blood-red muscles.

"Damn!"

Looking at the distorted corpse of the town policeman, the expression on the witcher's face became a bit ugly.

Just looking at each other will be distorted.

Such an extremely weird power is quite troublesome even to Geralt.

With twisted steps, he stopped in front of the demon hunter.

The tall and thin figure twisted his neck, and bent down in a weird twisted posture to look at the little wolf girl Vivienne at the feet of the witcher.

"Your goal is wolf cub?!"

Sensing the target of the tall and thin figure's gaze, the witcher said in a hoarse voice.

"..."

Facing Geralt's questioning, the slender figure didn't respond, but kept a twisted posture of silence.

However, it was just this kind of silence.

The demon hunter felt the tremendous pressure, and looked down at the demon hunting gun in his hand. The runes on the gun became dim and distorted.

"..."

I weighed the possibility of surviving under the continued confrontation in my heart.

The witcher had to back down.

There is no doubt that he is no longer a hunter at the moment.

Lifting the boots he stepped on on the little wolf girl, he took a slight step back.

Under the eyes of the demon hunter, the still body of the thin and tall figure began to move. It stretched out the twisted umbrella in its hand and gently hooked the little wolf girl on the ground with the umbrella handle.

In the next second, Geralt's vision distorted.

The little wolf girl who was lying on the ground dying appeared on the umbrella handle of the tall and thin figure.

Grasping the tip of the umbrella with a slender pale hand, he pressed the hat on his head in the direction of the witcher.

Immediately afterwards, the tall and thin figure turned around and stepped on distorted steps, before disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

And with the departure of the distorted figure, the distorted trees around them returned to their original straight appearance again, and the depressive and distorted power that filled the forest also dissipated.

"Whoo~"

Looking back from the direction where the figure disappeared, the witcher let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, Geralt realized that the cigar in his mouth had already been extinguished.

(End of this chapter)