Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 199 - Vitality
Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Vitality
Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Vitality
Groggily awakening, a sliver of light pierced through the cracks of the wooden hut into the room.
“Is it already dawn?”
Carl muttered softly to himself but quickly remembered his predicament, jerked his head up, and looked around.
Not far away, Tangde and Michelle leaned against the side of the bed, swallowing frantically.
There was a pile of sticky, rotting corpses on the ground, yet the two seemed as if they didn’t see it, their eyes no longer clear as usual, only chaos remained.
Despite their bellies being grotesquely distended, they showed no sign of stopping.
“Hungry, aren’t you?”
“Why don’t you have a little something to eat?”
A distorted voice came from beside him, Carl turned his body to see Beech’s face melting, hanging over his chest like a pizza.
He opened his mouth as if tearing a hole in a ball of dough.
“Why don’t you kill us?”
Carl gave up resisting completely, consumed by utter despair.
“Eat it, after you do, you’ll forget all your worries.”
“Hehe.”
“Become… just like them.”
Beech’s eyes hung by the side of his face, watching Carl from a bizarre angle.
“Kill me!”
“Why won’t you kill me?!”
Carl roared.
“Kill you?”
“Why would I kill you?”
“Once a person dies, their flesh isn’t fresh anymore.”
“I haven’t tasted fresh flesh and blood in a very long time.”
Beech’s tongue extended from his mouth.
It was dark brown, writhing like a squid.
“You’ve accomplished your goal, show your true face.”
A glint of sorrow flashed in Carl’s eyes.
“Where’s Beech?”
“Did you kill him?”
“Oh… that man.”
The monster’s entire face writhed, gradually changing until a strange woman with disheveled hair and a face covered in pus-filled boils, her nose sharp like a bird’s beak, appeared before Carl.
“Here…”
“It’s what they’re eating.”
The monstrous woman shook her head; her hair was long yet sparse, with only a small tuft left at the temples. As she shook her head, her hair flew about, but the sight was far from pleasant.
Her pale skin looked like an enlarged insect’s surface, with something wriggling under the epidermis, accompanied by her light laughter, her flesh trembled.
“Giggle.”
“Look how happy they are eating.”
“It’s a pity, really, to kill him just like that.”
The woman shifted her hefty body.
“I’ve got it!”
“I’ll plant you in the field, and then bit by bit, I’ll eat all the flesh off your bodies. That’s a magical piece of land, you won’t die for quite some time if planted there.”
“And the flesh that has been cut off will keep growing back incessantly.”
The woman clapped her hands excitedly.
“I’m a genius.”
“This way, I’ll never run out of meat!”
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“Haha!”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat.”
The woman stretched out her furry palm and patted Carl’s face.
“Poor thing, one day you’ll understand that losing your mind is actually blissful.”
“Cackle!”
The woman let out a sinister laugh, took up a hoe beside her, and walked out the door.
“Dig, sow, bury, fertilize!”
“That’s right, there’s also a pitiful sane fellow.”
“Being able to hear his screams every day is truly delightful.”
Understanding the meaning in the monster’s words, Carl was chilled to the bone.
He found it hard to imagine, if he were planted in the ground, watching the monster cut flesh from his body everyday, then put it in the large pot beside the hut, to be boiled with firewood, and eaten and drunk in front of him!
Just thinking about such a scene made him feel utterly hopeless.
It would be better to die directly than to suffer like that!
Gulp!
The sound of digging came from outside, accompanied by that woman’s weird laughter.
“One two three four, several pits.”
“Plant the meat worms in the pits.”
“Haha…”
“I’m going to cook it well.”
Tightly bound hand and foot, Carl struggled to stand up, but as soon as he moved, Tangde, who was eating at the bedside, turned their faces in alert.
They stared at him with vicious eyes.
Two comrades, once so familiar, had become like wild beasts—at this moment, Carl felt a surge of sorrow.
“It’s just as well.”
“As a Demon Hunter, dying at the hands of monsters is far better than being killed by the Voodoo Association!”
But just as Carl was ready to end his own life, a slight movement on the wooden bed made him involuntarily widen his eyes!
“Lawrence?!”
Carl almost cried out in surprise.
Lawrence, who had been in a coma, had awakened at some point, and not only that, his gaze was clear as if he had not been affected at all.
His heart pounded violently—seemingly ready to leap out of his chest.
He peeked outside through a gap next to him.
The monster, with her corpulent body, was swinging a hoe in the field, turning her head, Carl’s heart soared with hope once again.
“Maybe, I still have a chance!”
The two Tangdes, engrossed in their feast, hadn’t noticed Lawrence waking up on the bed.
Lawrence’s face was pale, with sweat falling from his forehead, yet his youthful face had lost its former pride.
His eyes were bright and terrifying.
Grasping the message in Lawrence’s eyes, Carl gathered all his strength and sprung up awkwardly, then he crashed into Tangde not far away.
“Slap!”
Lawrence’s hand was raised high, then slammed down.
Michelle fell at the sound.
As Tangde, still swallowing, came to his senses, he was met with a full embrace by the charging Carl, followed by a continuous, piercing pain at the back of his head.
Slap slap slap!
At this moment, Lawrence could no longer worry about causing accidental harm, summoning all his strength until he saw Tangde’s eyes roll back and he fainted completely before he stopped.
Several consecutive actions exhausted all his strength, and like a just-fished-out man, his wounds seeped large patches of blood.
“We did it, we succeeded!”
Carl could barely suppress the joy in his heart.
“What’s going on, Lawrence?”
“Why weren’t you affected?”
Lawrence bit his teeth and struggled to get up from the bed.
As he helped Carl untie his restraints, he swiftly replied, “Pain sharpens my senses. Beech had been replaced by that monster when he returned.”
Lawrence wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“I noticed something was off then, but Tangde took my reaction for impulsive.”
Lawrence took a long breath.
“It was all down to luck.”
“The drug that Michelle injected me with actually helped me stabilize my spirit, coupled with the continuous pain and the toxins hiding in my body.”
“This barely allowed me to keep my mind clear.”
“There’s something wrong with this house—we must leave here immediately!”
Lawrence stood on the ground, the world spinning around him, but after taking a few deep breaths, he resolutely helped up the passed-out Michelle.
“One person each.”
“We’re leaving here!”
But as the two men moved their bodies towards the door, the strange woman in the yard swinging her hoe seemed to notice something.
She turned towards the house.
For a moment, Carl felt as if all the courage in his body had been siphoned off!
