Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

"This is not right." Dick said.

Tyson said: "Dick, what we are facing may not be a vengeful spirit, but a demon.

"And the usual expulsion method is just to make the demon sleep temporarily."

"Do you have any method?"

"Although I don't know magic traps, don't forget that I got full marks in cultural subjects. There is a demon called [Fixe], which is extremely cunning and insidious, likes to sow discord, and also devours people's obsession.

"As long as the obsession it devours is not completely consumed, it can continue to possess and do evil."

"You mean that [Fixe] devours the obsession of the dead and then possesses the little mute, then how can we expel it?"

"We need both of us to help. You cast the magic trap, and I will chant the only spell of our witcher, so that Lord Kyle's soul can bless us."

"Kyle?"

"Dick, you won't even forget Kyle, right? Don't forget, the name of our fortress is Fort Kyle."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

...

Dick walked to the fire and cast the magic trap again, completely encircling the dead and the little mute, while Tyson, who was standing beside him, looked solemn, also standing in the seal, keeping a fixed rhythm in his mouth, and saying:

"General Kyle, the witcher, will protect us on the day of the battle.

"Defend us against the evil intentions and evil traps of the devil, may Kyle rebuke it, we humbly pray.

"You, the great god, use your sacred power to drive the demons into hell, wandering in the world, looking for trouble and harming people."

...

As he spoke, the little mute's face twitched, and he looked painful. In the end, he screamed and struggled violently.

When Tyson finished speaking, the little mute stopped struggling, but tilted his head, and his broken tongue fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Dick picked up the tongue and threw it into the fire.

As the tongue was burned to ashes by the flames, the little mute finally opened his eyes, and the thick fog in his eyes completely disappeared.

"Aba Aba Aba", looking around blankly.

Seeing this, Dick relaxed:

This time it should be solved...

Suddenly, the demon hunter badge on his neck began to vibrate slowly, and Tyson's badge next to him did the same.

As the badge vibrated violently, the little mute suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands, as if he wanted to vomit, and seemed to want to strangle himself.

"Meow!"

A cry came from the dark night, and a black cat appeared nearby at some point.

Before Dick could react, the black cat had jumped onto the little mute's shoulder.

Then, the little mute let go of his hands and vomited.

What he vomited out was a large amount of thick black mist, which quickly entered the black cat's mouth, nose and ears. In an instant, the black cat was surrounded by black mist and quickly ran away.

However, it only ran a few dozen meters before it stopped and said angrily in a deep and hollow voice: "Red-haired demon hunter, I [Fixer] will remember you!"

Seeing this, Dick immediately took out the short crossbow at his waist, aimed, and shot.

'Swoosh'!

[Fixer] dodges the demon hunter's shooting sharply.

Regardless of the prompt on the panel that the commission had been completed, Dick chased [Fixer] directly.

Seeing this, Tyson also rushed out.

And Professor Searle was about to reach out to stop his son and remind him that this was already the 10th commission.

But in the end, he slowly put down his hand.

Then he came to the little mute, untied the chains on his body, and began to ask the little mute questions: "How do you feel?"

"Aba Aba."

Professor Sayer then realized:

He is a mute and can't speak.

When he was possessed by the demon before, he was very interested in this exorcism ritual and forgot this.

It seems that if he wants to explore the direction of ghosts and demons, he can only turn to the demon hunter for help.

And his son seems to have learned well in cultural subjects. When he takes him back and reverses his body, he can also talk about this topic to enhance his relationship.

...

On the snowy road in the countryside, a group of villagers are carrying a simple coffin together and heading towards the cemetery in front.

The middle-aged woman in the lead wailed and kept shouting: "Mother, why are you gone like this?

"I wish you could live a few more years, why are you so cruel to leave us! . "

The voice was extremely miserable, as if to prove that she was extremely sad.

But if it was during the day, others would have seen that this woman was just howling.

There was no tear in the corner of her eyes.

Even...

The corner of her mouth was slightly raised.

On the other side of her was a middle-aged man, with slightly red eyes, a stern face, and no words. He just carried the simple wooden coffin on his shoulders and walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, in the darkness ahead, there were running and shouting sounds, mixed with what seemed to be metal collisions. Some of the five or six villagers began to panic.

"It's already this time. Who else would come out at night except us to send the old man? Could it be robbers?"

"No, not robbers, could it be that my mother's companions have come?" The middle-aged woman suddenly stopped crying and said with a face full of fear.

"What mother's companions? Don't talk nonsense! "The middle-aged man next to him shouted.

As the noise from the front became louder, a black cat covered in mist was running quickly, and behind it was a muscular man holding a long sword, chasing the black cat.

There appears to be a huge black bear chasing the man behind him.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a black bear, but a huge, black-haired man wearing armor.

Because his figure was too strong, these villagers looked away.

"Get out of the way!" the red-haired man in front shouted.

The villagers didn't know why, but they still put down the coffins they carried on their shoulders and ran to the left and right.

When the black cat saw this, along with a gust of wind, he came directly to the coffin on the snow. The gust of wind actually blew the coffin board off.

Then the black cat tumbled into it.

Dick and Tyson ignored the surprised villagers around them, both holding weapons and approaching the half-opened coffin little by little.

Suddenly, the head of a black cat appeared.

Dick was about to chop, but he saw that there was no thick fog on the black cat. The little thing tilted its head and glanced at Dick, as if feeling the hostility of the human in front of him, it couldn't help but arch its body and its hair exploded.

"Meow~~"

Seeing that Dick didn't move, he quickly looked into the distance, jumped out of the coffin, and ran towards the fields.

Dick didn't care about the black cat. He knew that the demon no longer possessed the black cat, and the badge on his neck did not stop vibrating as the black cat went away.

The devil is still in the coffin!

"Be careful, Tyson."

"I understand." Tyson on the side held the giant sword with one hand, squatted slightly, and stared at the opening of the coffin carefully.

In the coffin, mist slowly poured out.

Then, a withered sharp claw climbed out.

At the same time, the coffin board quickly flew towards the two demon hunters.

Dick cut off the coffin board with a sword, only to find that a thin figure had appeared a few meters in front of him. He was wearing a shroud and looked over with a smile. It was an old woman.

But it's not a completely human face. Instead, it looks like a human and a cat, with three strands of whiskers growing from the left and right corners of the mouth. This is an old lady with a cat face.

"Gods! Devil! I told my mother's companions to come to her. They must want to come back to take revenge on me." The middle-aged woman next to her broke down and shouted,

"I was wrong, mother. I shouldn't have denied you food and let you starve to death."

(Tip: The cat-faced old lady comes from Northeastern horror stories in the 1990s.)