Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 146 - Mist

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 Mist

Roger lifted his head and glanced around, but he didn’t see Henrik or Hathaway on the sofa.

“Where have the two of them gone?”

Moving his hand down his neck, Roger didnt find any mollusks, but he touched the steel sword he was carrying on his back.

He had already set up the array last night. If there really were ghosts in this room, they definitely couldn’t hide their presence under the active array.

A sliver of light shone through the window as dawn was just breaking, but the sun had not yet risen.

“What’s going on?”

“Did I really sleep through the entire night without realizing it?”

Roger stood up.

“Henrik!”

He yelled out loud.

The vast villa remained unresponsive.

“Did they go out?”

Roger pushed open the bedroom door.

Outside, the sky was faintly bright, looking somewhat overcast, with moist air and the villa’s front lawn covered in morning dew.

Looking into the distance, the mist enshrouded everything, and Roger could only see about 20 meters ahead at most.

The whole neighborhood was very quiet, and at this hour, there were no residents out for a morning run.

Roger felt a hint of unease, as Henrik might seem carefree, but he was extremely reliable when it came to executing tasks.

If he and Hathaway had left the house together, even if they didn’t wake him, they would have at least left a note.

And last night… he had slept through the whole night.

In such a dangerous environment, that was rather unusual. Slapping his head, Roger began to think carefully.

“That’s not right!”

“When did I fall asleep?”

Although they had arranged a watch schedule, all three of them were full of energy and wouldn’t have any problems staying awake all night.

With this thought, Roger rushed back into the house.

“Henrik!”

“Hathaway!”

He moved quickly, running from the first floor to the third, but after a few minutes, Roger was shocked to find that not only was there no one in the rooms, but the state of the entire house was also completely different from how they left it before going to sleep.

In searching for clues, the three had turned the entire villa upside down, and although most items had been put back in their place, they would have left some trace behind.

But now…

The rooms were empty, tidy!

It was as if…

A flash of inspiration struck his mind.

It was as if it were Veronica’s dream!

“Have I also fallen into a dream?”

Roger’s face suddenly changed.

“No, it’s not like with Veronica, I can still stay alert in the dreams,” Roger pondered with furrowed brows.

“Is it because my spirit is stronger than hers?”

Realizing the problem at hand, Roger drew his dagger, and the sharp blade touching his skin caused him to feel a slight piercing pain.

“Does this feel too real?”

What kind of monster is this, were the three of us dragged into the same dream, or were we separated?

And how do we leave this place?

Thinking of Veronica’s record, he returned to the basement cellar, but as in reality, there was no difference here, still no secret passages to be found.

There weren’t any findings in the room, and Roger didn’t want to sit here passively waiting, so he pushed the door open and stepped outside the villa again.

After such a long time, it was still dimly lit outside; it seemed as though the sun would never rise, and the mist on the streets had thickened, visibility having reduced from over 20 meters to less than 10.

Before arriving at the villa, he had looked at a basic layout of Rose Street’s villa area and had a general understanding of the terrain here.

Veronica’s villa was built around a lake and was considered the center of the entire villa area, surrounded by rings of other residences.

If he followed the road in front of the door, he would eventually circle the lake and return to the starting point.

The terrain here wasn’t complicated, and even in the mist, he wasn’t worried about losing his way.

After a moment’s thought, Roger drew the weapon in his hand, intending to take a look around.

Turning left after exiting, his figure was gradually swallowed by the mist. He hadn’t walked far before his intrusion seemed to agitate something within the mist.

The fog around him became thicker; after approximately ten steps, the villa behind him was almost out of sight.

Although the surroundings were illuminated, being enveloped by the mist still gave rise to a sense of disquiet in Roger’s heart.

The unknown always instills the deepest fear.

He walked a few more steps, and this time, Roger could clearly judge that the mist around him was indeed thickening.

He could barely make out objects within a 5-meter radius, and the villa behind him had completely disappeared from view.

Pat, pat.

At that moment, a strange noise came from afar.

A vague silhouette emerged from the mist. The sound hit the ground like a piece of blood-soaked flesh, causing extreme discomfort to anyone who heard it.

The fog around seemed to appear out of thin air, and its density climbed another notch, shrinking Roger’s range of vision once again.

Even though he activated Hunter Vision, this dense fog was so peculiar that his normally darkness-penetrating sight was of little use here.

The mist slid over his skin, and for an instant, Roger even felt as if this fog was alive, tracing his own form and transmitting information to some presence deep within the mist!

Pat, pat!

The noise grew closer, and finally, Roger saw the shadow that emerged from the fog.

A blurred, bloodied humanoid creature.

It had an abnormally large head that seemed almost attached to its shoulders, skin peeled as if flayed, exposing the fascia and muscles beneath.

Two thick forelimbs sprawled on the ground; it crawled like a beast, with dagger-like sharp teeth filling its gaping maw and murky eyes that appeared to have lost basic visual function.

Roger took half a step backward, which immediately caught the attention of the creature ahead.

“Sound?”

“Or is it the movement of the mist?”

But clearly, this thing wasn’t a creature capable of communication; the next second, without any warning, it lunged forward with its front limbs, much like a ghoul!

“Such speed!”

Roger sidestepped slightly, but just as he was ready to attack, the creature suddenly opened its mouth, and a red object shot out from within, piercing towards Roger’s face like a steel sword.

Rolling to the side, Roger dodged the attack while getting a clear view of the object assaulting him.

A tongue.

A bright red tongue covered in spikes!

Without hesitation, Roger flicked his wrist, and his Steel Sword whipped up!

After the creature’s tongue shot out and curled back, the Steel Sword wound around it, taking advantage of the creature’s strength, Roger followed through.

Just as Roger’s body was about to collide with the creature, he rotated his weapon, severing the spiked tongue.

Then, following the creature’s gaping mouth, he drove the blade straight into its brain!

The sword twisted, muscles on his arm bulging, and as he swung up, the creature’s entire head was split in two from the mouth upwards!

But before Roger could stand up, a powerful oppressive force emerged from the mist, propelling him through the air like a cannonball, tossing him over a dozen meters away.

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With a surging chest, Roger nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

As he got back on his feet, he heard the dull sound of footsteps from within the mist, as if a massive creature was approaching his location!