Chapter 27

The other side.

When the evil spirit giant baby raised by thousands of human lives was blasted by Cole, the powerful dark forces and the resentment of the dead were like rolling treacherous waves.

This night.

All senior members of the demon hunter watcher committee were shocked!

...

Bath town.

In the seventh vision, in the brightly lit and luxurious piano room, all the beautiful appearance and disguise of the witch are like the giant infant of the evil spirit who is gradually dying and breaking.

The snow-white skin quickly dried and cracked, peeling off her dark, wrinkled body like a wall.

Charming, long hair as soft as waves, such as dry weeds, gradually becomes yellow and gray.

She knelt on the ground and grabbed those things that didn't belong to her in the air with her hands in vain. Her voice trembled and she was extremely sad and angry.

"No... no, no, no..."

Finally.

The witch showed her true face.

A bent, skinny humanoid with asphalt skin and thin hair.

She raised her head. It was a terrible face with skeleton like ferocity and misplaced facial features.

"Demon hunter! I'll kill you!"

Don't give her a chance to fight back at all. Cole turns off perception.

When he opened his eyes, the town of bath had completely returned to normal, the thick fog dispersed, and the silent night moon was rare.

But behind him.

A mountain of bones piled up around the evil spirit nursery.

That's more than 2000 lives in the town.

Hardy didn't know where he came out at this time. He looked at the terrible scene behind Cole, which was like purgatory on earth. His face turned white and trembled. "Mr. Cole, you... You killed that thing?"

"That evil spirit is just a pet kept by a witch. Go to the hotel with me. There, we need to meet a new friend."

"New friend? Uh... Well, you're the boss and listen to you."

On the dark and dilapidated streets of the town, two figures, one high and one low, walked to the hotel without hurry or delay.

After some contact just now, Cole concluded that the witch disguised as a lady with unknown identity must hide far away from bath town.

The "new friends" he wanted to see in the hotel should be the puppets and media left by the witches to absorb power.

At the demon hunter academy, each student will learn a course on how to survive alone against the dark forces.

For witches, this top three demon hunter killer.

If Cole remembered correctly, the teacher who taught them at that time only wrote one word on the blackboard: escape.

Try every means to stay away from them.

This requires senior demon hunters to deal with special non-human creatures, which is very difficult to be killed by physical means. The burning is only a rumor spread among the people.

If they can be burned to death, an Imperial Army squadron equipped with fuel burner can deal with them.

Moreover, they are good at camouflage and are good at bewitching people. Even no one knows where their reincarnation Horcruxes are hidden except themselves.

Bath town incident, if any demon hunter from the psychic investigation department participated in it, it would be impossible to see the sun the next morning.

The witch knew this well, so she tried to raise her pet with as many human souls as possible.

Unfortunately, this time, she met Cole.

He kicked open the door of the hotel, and two other members of the magic eye operation team, strong man Carter and the brown haired youth, survived.

At this time, it was like two three-and-a-half-year-old dementia children. One squatted in the corner of the wall, his eyes were dull, and pulled out his hair one by one and ate it into his mouth.

The other pants were wet and filled with a strong stench. While lying on the ground swimming, he kept repeating a sentence, "I'm a fish... I'm a fish..."

Hardy stared at them dumbfounded. "Mr. Cole."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Cole walked to the front desk with a gun in one hand and said coldly, "I see."

Now.

The ugly and terrible hotel owner was like a string puppet with a broken rope. His twisted and broken body fell to the ground. He heard footsteps, moved his chin hard, and turned his muddy eyes.

A pair of shiny black leather shoes loomed in its sight.

It smiled.

The laughter was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing.

"Ha ha... Demon hunter, this is not the end."

Cole squatted down, pinched his hair, raised his head, frowned slightly, "is it?"

The puppet's skin drooped on his face and piled up a gloomy smile as ugly as shit, "demon hunter, I will find you and sacrifice with your flesh and blood..."

Before he finished, a half burned cigarette end was directly on his face.

The smell of barbecue immediately filled their noses.

He pulled him up, face to face. Cole said expressionless, "Oh, are you angry? Witch."

"You...!"

Without waiting for her to respond to the threat.

Bang!

The loud noise after the indoor gunshot made Hardy's eardrums hurt. He covered his ears and looked back at Cole who shot the witch puppet's head with colt m1900. He said reluctantly, "boss, can you remind me before shooting next time that my ears are about to be broken."

Cole pulled out a chair, sat down, put his legs on the table, lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "tie those two fools with sheets, and then send a telegram to the person who answered us."

"Oh."

Hardy didn't complain. He pulled and dragged them upstairs. Listening to the sound, he should tie them to the bed.

About ten minutes later.

I don't know where he got a bunch of beer, put it on the table and said with a smile, "boss, look what I got."

He opened a bottle and handed it to Cole. He glanced at the witch puppet lying next to him, and his heart was filled with emotion for a time.

If it had not been a coincidence, maybe now he was either dead or drained of his soul.

...

Time flies by.

When the first light shines on bath town.

A rush of footsteps came from outside the hotel.

Bang.

The old wooden gate was pushed open.

Facing the sunshine outside the door, Cole took down the newspaper on his face, narrowed his eyes and said lazily, "you're late."

Hardy, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly stood up and saw the visitor's face change. He hurried to say, "Mr. Morgan, why are you here?!"

Chaz Morgan.

A tall, thin old gentleman with gray hair, leaning on a lacquered stick and wearing a short black cloak, who likes a straight face.

He is also the next demon hunter, a permanent member of the surveillance committee of the investigation team, and is specially responsible for dealing with all kinds of malignant emergencies.

He was also joined by an integrated 10 member executive group.

The leader is a median prisoner.

He took off his black leather gloves, glanced at Cole, said calmly, "who is the head of the magic eye operation team?"