Demon Hunter and His Hut

The white world was mixed with blackness. This power burst out so suddenly. The moment the power emerged, Roger felt as if he had lost control of his body.

He became a wandering consciousness, and then "opened" watching his body float in the air, avoiding the attack of the monster within a few millimetres.

Then he opened his thin arms and waved lightly in the air.

"Weird little guy!"

Granny Xue's silver hair fluttered backwards, revealing a hideous face in the ravine.

The corners of its mouth split to both sides, sharp teeth protruding from the mouth, and the scarlet tongue curled toward Roger with mucus.

But at this moment, Granny Xue, who was madly forward, did not notice the abnormality that had happened to her.

Every time it moved forward, its body collapsed by an inch. When he rushed in front of Roger, the invisible force had already slashed it a thousand times, leaving only a lonely head.

The rusty hatchet slashed through the air and slashed straight into Granny Xue's front door.

Click!

At this time, the power erupting from Roger's thin body was extremely horrifying, and he easily cut open the whole head of Granny Xue.

A large pool of turbid brains burst out of his mind, but a black light flashed, and the turbid liquid instantly evaporated, leaving only a screaming scream, echoing in the valley.

Kaka.

The hatchet in Roger's hand broke and fell into pieces on the snow, and he also fell from the sky.

There are mysterious powers in the body that shuttle vertically and horizontally, seeming to be completely transforming this body.

Roger couldn't feel any cold standing in the snow.

I don't know how long it took, a few trembling heads appeared at the door.

Then they saw the corpses all over the ground, and Roger standing next to the corpses.

"Fa...what happened?"

Someone said cautiously.

Roger noticed that these people looked at him with horror. He just wanted to answer but found that his body was walking forward without his control.

"what happened?"

There was a burst of doubt in his mind, he could feel all the changes that had taken place in this body, but he lost control at this time.

"Xun Yue, you killed it?"

The man's rough voice came, but Roger didn't say anything, but raised his head, his gaze penetrated the darkness and looked somewhere in the sky.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking wind, and several figures appeared immediately above the snowy ground.

Spiritual power is surging and strong, wearing uniform clothing, and everyone wearing a strange mask on their face.

Roger recognized the pattern of the mask.

These people should belong to the crow tengu.

"died?"

"That thing was actually killed. Could it be that onmyoji happened to pass by here?"

A young man opened his mouth, and when he finished speaking, he noticed the people around the door of the wooden house, "Do you know what's going on here?"

The young man asked unceremoniously.

Everyone looked at him tremblingly, but no one dared to answer.

Just when the young man was a little impatient, an old figure in the crowd stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction where Roger was standing.

"He killed that thing!"

"We are all hiding in the house, it's him!"

The young man's curious eyes fell on Roger, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Roger's body.

"An unexpected awakening, interesting."

"Little guy, would you like to go back with me?"

Roger could only watch all this but couldn't say anything. The next second he felt a force of strength to hold him up.

There are a pair of wings thin as cicada wings behind.

"If you don't answer, you will be deemed to agree. Such a talent can definitely become an excellent onmyoji!"

The young man's body rose into the sky, and the wings behind Roger waved and followed him.

At this time, everyone who realized what was happening ran out of the room. They raised their heads and looked at the young man floating in the air with hope.

"Master Onmyoji, take me, take me!"

Everyone jumped up and down.

The young man turned a deaf ear to this. He ignored the shouts of the crowd and raised his body again.

Everything under his feet became small. Before everything disappeared, Roger felt that he suddenly lowered his head and glanced at the farce under the wooden house.

As long as you hold on for a while, things will turn for the better, and the evil in the wooden house will not happen.

But now, this tiny body was completely separated from the person in front of him.

Great difference.

"It's really surprising to be so calm on the first flight. What's your name?"

The young man pursed his mouth, and replied after a moment: "Yata Xunyue."

The moment the name was spoken, Roger felt his consciousness shake, and something in the depths of his soul seemed to be gradually being stripped from his body.

He couldn't feel the changes around him, and his mind was agitated. When everything subsided, Roger could clearly feel that something deep in his consciousness had been dug out abruptly.

"I seem to have forgotten something..."

Roger tried his best to think, but soon his thoughts were frozen, "Wait, I...who am I?"

"I'm Yata Shunyue!"

"No, it's not right, that's not me!"

He was thinking crazy, but he couldn't find the familiar name in his mind.

An inexplicable panic swept through the body.

There were messy fragments flashing in his mind. He knew his identity the moment before, but he forgot something in the next moment.

In this violent transition, he became more and more panicked, and even an inexplicable thought came into his mind.

"So this is the feeling of losing oneself?"

"It turns out that Higurashi Gushan experienced this kind of life."

"Wait, why did I mention Higurashi Lonely Mountain?"

"Who is Higurashi Gushan?"

The sound of the wind whizzed in his ears, and the young man who took Roger seemed very interested in him. The two bodies were wrapped in a burst of energy, and they could talk freely without being affected by the surrounding temperature and airflow.

In this process, Roger's consciousness has always drifted outside, and he heard the young man's self-introduction.

Knowing that he comes from one of the eight branches of Tengu Shrine, he is a rising star of the shrine, and his teacher is known as the most outstanding inheritor of Tengu Shrine in history.

The flying speed is getting faster and faster, and the two are communicating from time to time. As time goes by, Roger finds that his consciousness has become more and more chaotic.

He tried hard to do something, but any change was of no avail.

Slowly his consciousness became blurred, and in panic he lost his awareness of his surroundings.

The darkness struck, Roger knew that he was being killed in disguise.

From memory and consciousness.

Everything becomes nothingness.

I don't know how long his consciousness was up and down in the darkness, and then suddenly a faint light flashed, and Roger exhaled fiercely.

Opened his eyes!

"what happened?"

"Where am I?"

"I?"

"who am I?"

The thoughts in his mind were like a mess, he got up abruptly, ignored the surrounding environment, completely immersed his mind, thinking hard.

"By the way, I'm Roger."

"I am coming from……"

The memory is like a video tape that has been cut, suddenly jammed, followed by infinite panic.

Roger knew that he was in a great crisis. He couldn't see his enemy, but there was no doubt that if he lost his memory, his consciousness would be erased.

It is equivalent to death.

"The Jackdaw Sword Master, yes, I should be in the Jackdaw Sword Master's memory, let me think about it..."

He muttered quietly, trying hard to sort out some clues from the chaotic thoughts.

"Is this his way of attacking?"

"Things started to change after the power in his body was awakened, so now?"

Roger just turned his mind and looked around. He found that he was in a house with simple decorations.

It was night at this time, and there was silence outside, and the bright moonlight passed through the window and left a cloud of light and shadow on the ground.

Opening his hands, Roger immediately noticed the most intuitive changes in his body.

The arms are strong.

This is a pair of adult palms.

With a heartbeat, he quickly found a mirror in the room. With the light outside the window, Roger could clearly see what he was like at this time.

The figure is burly and resolute, but the outline and temperament of the face can still see some familiar shadows.

This should still be what the Jackdaw Sword Master looked like when he was young, but what about the last time?

The last time he regained consciousness, his body was still a teenager.

This gave Roger a lot of thoughts again.

His enemy is no longer a specific person.

He was the only person in the room. Roger carefully checked his current body, with well-proportioned muscles and strong spiritual power.

He slowly opened the door and came outside.

There was silence around, but not a few steps forward, something strange arose in his heart inexplicably. He turned his head and glanced at the hut that was standing not far away.

I vaguely understood something in my heart.

He quickly returned to the room and closed the door. He immediately noticed that his mind became quiet, as if there was some inexplicable connection between himself and the room he was in.

"Is it the hunter's hut?"

"There is a force that has cut off this connection, but he has always been there!" With joy in his heart, he couldn't help but ignite a lot of hope.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Roger tried hard to perceive the existence of the hunter's cabin, but until the sky lighted up, the depths of his consciousness remained empty.

"Which link went wrong?"

Roger recalled all the experience, but many parts of his memory began to appear incomplete, which made the process extremely slow.

"Although the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master is strong, it is impossible to directly affect the Hunter's Lodge."

With regard to the extraordinary powers that Roger has come into contact with, the level of the hunter's cabin has always been very high. In his heart, Roger even thought that the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master would not surpass that of the Silver Dragon.

"The problem is with me."

He suddenly remembered the fierce battle before he lost consciousness. The swordsmanship of the Jackdaw Sword Master brought him great oppression.

It not only squeezed out Roger's power, but also emptied his spirit.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the power has fallen into a state of exhaustion, and Roger will be drawn into this strange memory vortex.

Everything that happened here does not correspond to reality, so a guess is made that Roger must still be in a weak state at this time.

His true consciousness has almost stagnated, so the so-called connection is naturally impossible to talk about.

"If so, then here, this sober self may just be a reflection of its own consciousness in this world!"

Roger's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had found the key to the problem.

"Only a true self-consciousness can awaken the power in the body and then make a counterattack!"

After determining the direction, there are two questions before Roger.

What should he do.

Why would the Jackdaw Sword Master do this?

It is not difficult to see from the confrontation between the two that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master is overwhelming. In Roger's view, he is no longer a pure Sword Master.

Rather, it went one step further and reached areas that Roger couldn't touch.

With this strength gap, the Jackdaw Sword Master at that time could easily chop off his head, but why, why did he squeeze out his strength and exhaust his spirit, and then bring him into this strange place.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the doubts in his heart, Roger set out to solve the problem in front of him.

The sky was bright, and under this situation, his own consciousness began to become hazy, as if something in his body was recovering.

"Awaken your own consciousness..."

"Strength...body...spirit..."

"This body's experience memory is wiping out my original consciousness, and now my real consciousness is falling into chaos and exhaustion, if the last point of mapping is extinguished..."

Roger suddenly had a terrible thought, "By then, without memory and self, I and this body will become one."

"No, this body will merge with me."

"Reversely, from mapping to ontology, consciousness is reversed!"

Roger's eyes widened sharply.

"At that time, will it be me who will recover again?"

Eyelids jump wildly.

Roger felt that he was close to the truth of the matter.

"His purpose is not to kill me at all, but to obliterate my consciousness, and after completing the fusion, completely swallow it up and take full control of my body!"

"Until then……"

"Occupy my body, have the most fresh vitality, and at the same time..."

"Spirit Sword Project!"

"His power is stored in that weapon!"

"Is this the truth of the entire spirit sword plan?!"

"Using weapons to control the sword bearer is just a stopgap~www.readwn.com~ What he has always wanted is a body that truly suits his mind."

There was a boom in his mind, and Roger felt that there are still many problems that have not been sorted out.

What is me?

Hasn't the Jackdaw Sword Master ever made a similar attempt before this?

If he fails, why is he sure he will succeed in himself?

For so many years, the students of the Jackdaw Sword Master have died because of accidents. Is it really an accident, or is it just an unexpected failure?

"what do I do?"

After discovering the truth of the matter, Roger calmed down instead. What needs to be considered now is not just to escape from this weird place.

There is more important.

After escaping, how should he counterattack?

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