The mummy looked particularly suspicious in this strange environment.
Dick said nothing, concentrated on turning on Witcher Senses, and walked to the mummy.
As his perception deepened, he was sure that it was indeed just a corpse, and he lowered his guard a little.
Dark red mucus oozed from the folds of the bark. In Dick's demon hunter's vision, those dry tree tumors were clearly countless frozen eyeballs.
When he looked away, he clearly felt that all the tree tumors were rotating in sync.
"It's okay, let's keep moving forward."
"That's good, it scared me to death." Theresa's movement of wiping the silver holy symbol suddenly stopped. When she noticed Dick's gaze, instead of covering her curves, she pushed her sweat-stained hair behind her ears, letting the firelight flow on the holy mark at her collarbone.
Everyone walked around the mummy and continued walking in the dim environment surrounded by broken trees.
After walking for a while, a huge insect egg suddenly appeared around the corner.
The surface of the eggs is covered with a network of blue-purple blood vessels, which continuously exudes rust-smelling mucus as they pulsate.
When the shell shrinks, you can clearly see three entangled embryos curled up inside, their spines intertwined like chains.
Dick was about to say something, but at this moment, the bounty hunter behind him stepped past him, with a sick smile on his face, and roared, "Mine, mine, everything is mine."
His bloodshot eyeballs suddenly bulged, and the veins on his neck wriggled like earthworms. "Since entering here, these damn whispers haven't stopped... and now finally... they're all mine!"
Then, he directly inserted his hand into the insect egg.
With a "pop" sound, the insect eggs shattered, as if a taboo seal was broken.
The next moment, three Monster broke out of their shells in front of everyone.
The person in front of him looks like a deformed human, twisted and weird. He wears a beak mask on his head, only the bloody mouth above his chin is exposed. In one hand, he is holding a cutlery tray, as if he is ready to serve others.
The other Monster behind this person is dressed similarly to him, but looks more decent.
Behind the two Monster, there was a huge mosquito buzzing and flapping its wings.
"We are finished, finished... Why is the world so bloody?" the bounty hunter muttered. Then, regardless of the situation on the field, he squatted down and cried, holding his head.
It seems that this man was under too much pressure and became a little abnormal.
"Be careful." The nun behind her warned in a deep voice, "Monster in the front is Bloodsuckers Manservant, and his tray can be thrown out like a discus;
"The one behind him is Bloodsuckers Servant. Be careful with the scroll in his hand. If you throw it out, it will slow down our attack speed."
"This mutated mosquito is also Bloodsuckers, and is called Sycophant. Don't concentrate too much on listening to its buzzing sound. This will cause us to produce a lot of negative mental pollution. Kill that mosquito first, Dick."
Dick pulled out Dawn Sword, jumped up high, and aimed directly at the Sycophant.
And Bloodsuckers Manservant instantly threw the tray in his hand. In the dim night sky, saw teeth suddenly popped out from the edge of the tray, splitting the air while spinning and screaming like a baby crying.
The fatal attack that should have gone straight to the back of Dick's neck strangely bypassed the Red Hair raised by the berserker, as if it was deliberately guided by some force.
The berserker roared, rushed over, and pointed directly at the manservant's throat. Seeing this, the manservant could only wave his arm slightly, and the tray returned to his hand, transforming into a huge shield.
There was a "ding" sound, blocking the berserker's blow, while the butler stood behind the servant and threw out the scroll in his hand.
In the air, the paper turned blood red, and it seemed to contain amazing abilities.
His target is also a demon hunter. This scroll full of spiritual pollution is considered a rare item and will put tremendous pressure on the adventurer team.
The butler wanted to kill the demon hunters who attacked first, and then use the power of Bloodsuckers to kill the others.
But this time the butler miscalculated, and mental pollution was ineffective against the witcher.
With one strike of the sword, the scroll was cut open. Then, with the force of the sword unabated, Dick actually split the head of the Sycophant in half, until it reached its huge abdomen filled with blood.
But Sycophant didn't even scream, and died here.
The other two companions saw this situation and looked excited.
At this time, the butler had no weapons, so the two simply began to surround Bloodsuckers Manservant, and when Dick's body flashed, he slashed at the butler with his sword.
The butler quickly backed up, showing Bloodsuckers's agility, but how could he be as agile as Dick?
The ghostly figure kept attacking the retreating butler, until the butler retreated behind a tree with nowhere to retreat. He waved his claws angrily, wanting to fight Dick to the death, but in the next moment he was cut in half by Dick.
Dick turned around and found that the battle ahead was over. He then safely turned off his talent and walked to everyone.
"Sorry, I... I..." the bounty hunter stood up and said with some frustration.
"It doesn't matter, the pressure here will indeed make you emotionally overwhelmed, as long as you can control it."
"I'll try my best." The bounty hunter covered his face helplessly.
"I'm curious, why don't you prepare more resin powder and torches?"
"Dick, those resin powders and torches are specially made and very rare. Only this kind of magical torch can stabilize our emotions;
"Even though I have completed several adventure missions, I cannot use these torches unlimitedly."
"I see, but don't you have the ability to control Flames?"
"What ability is that?"
"We don't have magicians."
Dick smiled, then snapped his fingers, and a Flames appeared.
"Dick, you..." the Berserker said in surprise, "Why didn't you use this skill earlier? I felt the warm magical atmosphere coming from Flames."
"You say, what if we set this jungle on fire?"
Dick Suddenly thought, if the jungle is set on fire, wouldn't everyone be afraid of the dark?
"Not very good." The nun said solemnly, "Don't think that ordinary Flames can cheer us up.
"Dick, your Flames is produced by magic, which is beneficial to us.
"Ordinary Flames has no effect, let alone if you ignite the surrounding jungle, how many monsters may be attracted by it."
"That... okay."
Dick's idea had to be given up.
Everyone continued to walk forward, and before they knew it, several hours passed.
"I'm too tired." The bounty hunter looked at everyone, "Dick, thanks to you, my spirit has been lifted. However, I want to rest."
Dick looked at the other two people.
"Yes, I also want to rest." The Berserker said.
"Me too," the nun agreed.
"Okay, let's take a rest."
"No, instead of taking a rest, we may have to spend the night here."
After saying that, the nun took out a pocket watch.
"It's already midnight now, and we've been walking for more than ten hours."
"In that case... do you still have resin powder?"
"Yes, let's light a bonfire."
After a while, several people were eating around the campfire, and they had already taken out their luggage for a temporary rest and were about to sleep on the spot.
The bounty hunter stood up and arranged some strange small objects around everyone.
"What is that?" Dick asked curiously.
"It prevents sneak attacks by Monster and also hides our aura. Every time I arrange these objects, I always feel heartache, but I feel that if I can't bear to part with these things this time, I may not be able to go back."
"It's a waste of money for you."
"Forget it, you can only make money if you have a life, right? Demon hunter."
Then everyone laughed quietly and talked to each other until they were exhausted and everyone lay down on the makeshift bed.
While Dick was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt something soft approaching behind him, and the warm and smooth arms tightly hugged Dick's waist.
Dick turned his head slightly. In the dim environment, his cat eyes sparkled, and he could clearly see the image of the woman behind him.
Contrary to what he guessed, it was not the slightly bold berserker, but the nun.
"Theresa? Hey, it's you."
"Witcher, do you think we nuns will abide by the precepts? On the contrary, many nuns sneer at dogma, especially me. I just firmly believe in my beliefs, but the precepts are only a means of restraint. Breaking the precepts does not affect my promotion of my faith."
Dick feels that these words have the meaning of "the meat and wine have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha".
Before he could think about it, the woman next to him spoke again, "I feel a lot of pressure right now. Do you want to comfort each other and relieve the pressure?"
Dick was silent for a while and did not answer.
"I understand." The nun sat up with some disappointment, "It seems that I have no feminine charm at all."
"That's not it." Dick behind him explained, "I already have a partner, and this time I came to Hell just to find her. I really don't want to... I'm sorry for her..., you understand?" After a slight pause, Dick continued.
With a "pop" sound, the nun laughed out loud, "Okay, I understand. I didn't expect you to be such a dedicated person."
Afterwards, the nun hummed a little tune happily, got dressed, and returned to her sleeping bed. Dick was relieved.