Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 193 - Cabin in the Woods (4)
Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Cabin in the Woods (4)
Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Cabin in the Woods (4)
“Take a seat.”
Even though Julianne had encountered Cassandra countless times, and despite the latter’s approachable demeanor, she could not help but feel nervous in the presence of this woman.
In front of Cassandra, she would always be at a loss.
The spacious manor was sans servants; Cassandra did not like to interact with outsiders, and aside from a few close disciples, she almost never met with anyone.
What maintained the manor’s operations were… Voodoo Dolls and animals.
The creation of the dolls was more complex, involving Transcendent Materials and Arrays, while the animals active here were all poor creatures under a curse.
Cassandra would stuff human souls into the bodies of animals, her abilities were far more powerful, and the side effects much lesser, many of whom even retained the memories of their human lives.
But they could only wander around this vast manor, unable to leave even for half a step.
Cassandra reclined languidly on the sofa.
“Sean will leave Bordeaux tonight.”
“We can’t postpone our plan any longer.”
She glanced at Julianne, “Get ready, we start officially tomorrow night.”
“The seed has been in the ground for quite some time now, it’s time for it to sprout.”
Cassandra revealed a captivating smile; even Julianne, a woman herself, couldn’t help but be bewitched by her beauty.
At that moment, Cassandra seemed to notice something, staring intently at Julianne.
“What’s the matter?”
“Arlo is dead?!”
There was no anger on Cassandra’s face, no surprise, just a fleeting moment of regret, as if a beloved toy had accidentally fallen to the ground and shattered.
“I just sensed it myself.”
Julianne bowed her head.
“Never mind, you go investigate.”
“With your abilities, as long as you don’t actively provoke a Full Moon-level existence, there shouldn’t be any problems.”
“It’s a pity, for Arlo’s soul could have nourished you for a while longer, but now that he’s dead, it’s not a big loss.”
“Teacher, should we prepare a bit more?”
A voice came through.
Cassandra shook her head, “No need, I’ve waited far too long already.”
She looked at Julianne with a face full of contentment, “Go do well, and when you return, the black witch robe and crown will be yours.”
In fact, the Witch King Crown had been in Cassandra’s hands from the beginning, and what she had asked Arlo to do was merely a test.
As for the results of that test, she was quite satisfied.
…
“Hang in there, we’re almost there!”
In the Cursed Land, Tangde and his group were rapidly making their way through the forest.
Tangde was not a novice to Demon Hunting Work; he had a bit of a reputation in the Bordeaux area and naturally knew of the Cursed Land.
After detecting abnormalities and several confirmations, everyone reached a consensus: while pursuing the Toad Monster, they had inadvertently ended up in a Cursed Land.
This place was clearly secretly under the control of the Voodoo Association, and it was this discovery that brought them the fatal trouble.
“Just now at the factory, Lawrence and I noticed something odd, so we hurriedly ran out.”
Beech heaved a sigh; it was their sudden return that led to the subsequent events.
Having realized this, they understood that running aimlessly was now completely pointless.
The most important thing was to find the exit to the Cursed Land; the longer they waited, the greater the chance they would be discovered.
So after a brief discussion, the group returned to the forest near the factory, taking the risk of being discovered as they searched the mountain repeatedly.
But of course, their efforts yielded nothing.
As time passed, the others were still in relatively good shape, but Lawrence had fallen into a coma due to the severity of his injuries.
Although Beech had decisively chopped off his arm at that moment, some of the poison had still entered his body. Although the amount was not enough to be fatal, the longer it went untreated, the more dangerous it became for Lawrence.
“We can’t keep searching; perhaps the passages here are already closed. We must treat Lawrence’s wounds now,”
Night was almost over, and it seemed time here synced with the outside world. It wouldn’t be long before the sun rose, and with it, danger would increase manifold.
“Look, is that a house over there?”
Michelle pointed to the trees not far away.
Tangde scanned the area, “It should be a forest ranger’s cabin. It exists in reality, so that’s why it’s here.”
“Let’s check it out.”
After hesitating for a moment, Tangde still gave the order.
Though their bodies were far superior to normal humans, a whole night of combat and running around, coupled with multiple injuries, had pushed everyone to their limits.
They needed a relatively safe place to rest for a while, even if for just an hour. If they continued like this, they would collapse before they were even found by the Voodoo Association.
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“Everyone be careful. We’ve only heard of the Cursed Land but never entered it before. Although it doesn’t look much different from reality, we must not be careless,”
Tangde moistened his dry, cracked lips. It was not just fatigue and pain; after a whole night without food or water, everyone was now starving.
Carrying the unconscious Lawrence, they quickly made their way.
The location they had found was quite special. The surrounding area was obscured by dense woods and rocky mountains, with only their current location offering a view of the place.
In such circumstances, it made for a safe haven. Later, they only needed to station someone at the pass to provide early warning and avoid being discovered by the Voodoo Association.
Of course, this approach was not without risk. It was quite possible that they would walk into a trap; yet, from the moment Michelle saw the cabin in the woods, everyone was inexplicably drawn to it.
Subconsciously ignoring many dangers, they just wanted to get closer and then rest there.
Finally, after some time, they reached their destination.
A simple forest cabin, the wood new with traces of age, as if someone regularly maintained it.
On the far side of the cabin, a plot of land had been cleared. At the edge of the field stood a scarecrow with a crooked hat.
The scarecrow was very rough, but it was not made with the straw from the fields, but rather with animal hide and bones.
Creak!
Arriving there, Tangde felt his headache worsen. He shook his head and carefully pushed the door open.
In the darkness, the ear-piercing noise traveled far.
“Everyone check for anything unusual,”
Putting on a brave face, Tangde used his Exorcist skills to check around, and Carl, in the best condition, thoroughly searched the surroundings.
“It’s just a normal forest cabin.”
“We can rest here for a while.”
Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
“Carl, please guard the pass. If you find anything unusual, notify us immediately,”
Tangde instructed.
A flash of dissatisfaction flickered in Carl’s eyes, but he simply nodded, leaving wordlessly.
Tangde felt like he was overlooking something, but when he racked his brain, he could not remember what it was.
Not just that, the faces of his companions in the dark seemed to acquire an additional hint of eeriness.
