Chapter 46 46. A bolt from the blue

Cannibal Cult.

Child trafficking.

Mrs. Downer, White.

In an instant, Lan En couldn't tell whether the coldness in his heart came from anger or guilt.

Just a boundless chill swept through the demon hunter's body.

It was an ordinary daily hunt. He and his friends were working in an orderly manner, and then an unknown enemy started to attack with a smile on his face with the purpose of "killing people"!

The enemy was a cannibal, and Bernie was hit by an arrow. Lan En's brain withstood the impact of a full 70% proficiency, and he took the man back to the village, and then performed the operation while enduring the pain that was about to explode his brain.

The young man thought he had saved his friend's life.

I was thinking in my head: What happened to me today was so fucked up that it caused me so much trouble. I have to smell the smell tomorrow and deal with the archery miscellaneous things. But today I don’t even want to get out of bed and don’t want anyone else.

Stop.

But just as Bernie's belly was sewn up, old Allen brought such news.

A bolt from the blue and a burning rage.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, making him not even know how he felt in his heart for a moment!

Guilty?

Yes, I feel guilty.

Angry?

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you on the head this time."

But among the rich floral fragrance, Lan En's nose suddenly detected some ominous smell.

Willis was eager to clarify, but the big hand on his mouth gave him no chance to speak.

Mrs. Donner.

But the owner of Maoyan seemed to have misunderstood something.

——Every second now is important!

"Ah, he's still a tough guy. Very good."

A big hand wearing studded leather gloves directly covered his mouth. The huge force made him feel that his upper and lower jaws were deforming!

It's that witcher!

Lost!

Lan En suddenly stood up from the wooden board on the dock, and the nearly 200 kilograms of dead weight even made the wooden board creak!

His fundamental purpose in coming to Oriden was to allow the widow of the man who had spoken for him to live a good life.

The amount of petals in this small cloth bag cannot be picked out in one morning.

As long as the Weilun people leave home, they are exposed to the risk of sudden death on the way, let alone being abducted?!

But the most prominent mood now is anxiety.

But in Willen. In Willen, a wave of people die like bugs every day.

——Because that kid is picking those damn alchemy ingredients for me!

What else could it be for? Lan En couldn't think of a child who matured precociously due to family changes and ran away from the village for no reason.

The demon hunter's face twitched with anger. He put on his steel bracers and studded leather gloves again while glaring at old Allen.

The extraordinary perception of the witcher is put to the best use on this small cloth bag.

Under its induction, Lan En's current mood swings are about to explode!

The demon hunter nodded expressionlessly and said so.

Of course he will be angry. In Lan En's eyes, kidnapping children is a crime on the same level as cannibalism!

Lan En remembered that the criminal investigation experts in his home world had made statistics. In the first 48 hours of a missing person, both the recovery rate of the police and the survival rate of the missing person would be dramatically higher than after 48 hours.

But now, the optimistic and brave smiling face has disappeared.

Even though the family lost its backbone and its main labor force, this woman still looked carefree, optimistic and brave when Lan En first met her.

The men and horses who attacked Lan En and Bernie were also cannibals. Perhaps because Lan En helped capture their people, they came to Oriden to exact revenge.

The middle-aged woman slumped on the ground, her optimistic look about life was no longer seen.

That was still in the home world where technology was advanced and surveillance was everywhere.

Cannibal Cult.

Mentos's voice rang in his mind.

A moment later, Lan En's low and cold voice sounded: "Give me the clues."

The witcher half-crouched in front of Madam Donna, lowering his head and not daring to look into her eyes, and gently pulled away the small cloth bag she was holding in her hand.

Thinking of this, the guilt in Lan En's heart added fuel to his anger.

"clue."

The leather gloves rubbed against the muscles that had lost their skin, and the pain that spread inch by inch filled Willis's eyes with tears.

In his heart, the person in the world who has the least right to lose his temper is Mrs. Donna.

That was the smell that made him want to vomit during the arrest a few days ago.

Are the child kidnapping cases that are rampant in Willen now actually the work of the cannibal sect?

When the lumbar vertebrae are broken, the sensation in the lower body disappears. But the breaking point causes excruciating pain.

Fuck! Fuck!

"Sir, you need to think calmly."

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When Willis woke up, the first thing he felt was severe pain erupting from his lumbar spine.

That expression made Lan En's heart twitch uncontrollably.

This is a small bag prepared by a mother for her child.

The old man's face wrinkled up.

A pair of cold cat eyes appeared in his field of vision.

"You are rescuing people." The old man pointed at Mrs. Donner. "Donna will not rush to disturb you like a crazy woman at this time, even if she is indeed worried like crazy now."

The screams were forced back into his chest, and Willis, who had lost half of his face, had a distorted expression, looking like an ugly monster.

She wantonly ridiculed her lost husband, and then turned around and started doing work that a woman's body could not bear to support their home again.

White should have started collecting medicinal materials last night.

Why?

"Someone taught me that hitting the head first during torture will make people dizzy and unable to feel the pain. I will keep it in mind."

With a gentle sniff, the scent of azure flowers comes to your nostrils.

It seems that "life" can't defeat her at all!

No, not so sure.

White knew very well how dangerous it was outside the village.

But under those cat eyes, he didn't even dare to cry out now.

"Fortunately." The young demon hunter stood up from the ground and turned to the small boat he drove back. "Isn't there a 'tongue' in it?"

It was this glove that took off half of his face, and he still remembered the touch.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Uhhhh!!! Woo-"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Why are all the bad things piled together?!

"I know." But when Lan En responded to it, his tone was as cold as a piece of ice. "Of course I know."

But now, their only remaining child has been kidnapped!

What replaced it was deep despair.

Lan En suppressed his anger in front of this name.

With eyes as cold as blades, he looked at Willis on the boat.

It was hundreds of years ago that human traffickers caused the goods in their hands to die on a large scale.

This kid really wanted to be worthy of the Oren coin Lan En paid.

What catches the eye are the traces of fine stitches, which are exactly the same as the traces of stitches on Lan En's cotton armor outer cover.

"There are so many and so many." The demon hunter couldn't help but frown and looked at the cloth bag in his hand. "It smells like human flesh?!"

And now in Mrs. Downer's arms, the small cloth bag still exudes the obvious, fresh fragrance of white zinnia flowers.

The small cloth bag was pulled, and White resisted. You can go to the scene to see if there are more traces left.

"Having a tough guy who treats torture as nothing, finally crying and confiding all his secrets to me, the credibility of such secrets must be much higher than that of a weakling who doesn't keep the door open."

"Congratulations, man. You've successfully increased your value."

Willis struggled "whimpering" but couldn't say a word.

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