Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

Sir Francis's voice trembled slightly, clearly frightened by what he saw inside.

Vann quickly went over, and Rolinza and Katya exchanged a glance before following behind.

Snapped!

Upon reaching Sir Francis, Vann abruptly stopped and looked into the room:

The room was roughly the size of a basketball court, with pale green torches hanging on the stone walls, casting a gloomy glow inside.

The next second, patches of blood-red, brown, and gray-white colors rushed into Van En's eyes.

Once his gaze focused, he could see what those colored blocks represented.

Those brown ones are rectangular sealed glass tanks arranged in a matrix, strictly arranged according to size and height.

The blood-red color represents the liquid inside these glass tanks, while the grayish-white color represents the solid contents.

These "contents" are strange monsters of varying heights and builds, with menacing shapes, pieced together from humans and insects. Their unsightly appearance is exactly the same as the spider-headed monster and the human-faced exploding spider that Van and his companions had encountered before.

The only saving grace was that these bizarrely shaped human and insect creations floated silently in the red liquid, without any reaction.

But the most bizarre thing was that this room, which contained so many strange monster corpses, was cleaned very well, with not a trace of blood or dust.

Clearly, this room is used to store specimens.

Sir Francis finally recovered from his shock, his lips trembling as he said, "My God! What...what is all this?!"

"Oh, so pitiful...they're so miserable!"

Katya was pure and kind-hearted. Although she was terrified and her face turned pale, her first reaction was to pity the dead humans.

Lorinsa opened and closed her mouth, speechless for a long time, stunned by the scene.

After blinking a few times, Van En had calmed down. He noticed a certain pattern in the place and said softly:

"It seems that the strange monsters in this place are all the work of the prop master."

Lorinsa snapped out of her daze and nodded sharply:

"No...that's right! Just like...just like what's recorded in the files! Prop makers all have mental illnesses and will keep everything around them spotless and tidy."

Obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

Van En's mind was filled with words that didn't exist in this blood mist world. After glancing at the situation in the room, he concluded that the prop master of the Grimm Troupe was a deranged serial killer.

He recalled the laboratory of the Weaver God believer he had discovered before and guessed that the research results of the "Biochemistry, Environment and Materials" scientist were probably mostly here.

But decades have passed, and Vann cannot be sure how much the items in this specimen room have been altered by the Blood God's evil followers or the prop masters of the Grimm Theatre Company.

After all, that weaver god believer left behind the resentful phrase, "despicable outsider."

"Meow!"

Orange suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the specimen room, jumped onto Lorinsa's shoulder, and barked urgently at its owner:

"Old Wu! Meow! Meow meow meow! Meow~ meow! Ha!"

As Van En watched Lorinsa nod repeatedly, her face shifting between confusion and understanding, he couldn't help but mutter:

"There must be a lot of information this time, otherwise Orange wouldn't have been making so many noises..."

"Hmm! Hmm? I see!"

Katya nodded beside Vann, seemingly understanding some of the orange cat's language.

Fan En smiled and patted Katya's head, thinking that this girl might have been a kitten in her past life.

After listening to the results of Orange's investigation, Lorinsa repeated:

"This connects two places, one at the very front and the other to our left. Orange was a little... scared, so she didn't go in to take a look."

However, it told me that the area ahead was more spacious and also the most dangerous.

She looked at Van En and asked cautiously:

"Where are we going?"

Van En looked at Lorinsa with some surprise. He remembered when he first met this trainee judge priest, she was a person who had the final say.

When they went to Tianjing Village to catch extras, she was almost always the one giving orders and in charge of the situation.

But after walking through the mine passage, the secret chamber of the Weaver God's followers, and the ruins of the Great Moth God, it actually turned around and asked for his opinion.

After a moment's thought, Vann came to the conclusion:

This place was too strange and tricky. Lorinsa was shocked and somewhat flustered, coupled with her performance over the past few days and the strongest fighting power among the people present.

Without realizing it, Lorinsa had begun to rely on herself.

"That's a good thing; we don't need to waste any more time talking nonsense with this girl."

During the two or three seconds that Van En was thinking, he would occasionally glance at Rolinsa.

This gave the novice judge a chill, and he immediately looked up and glared at him:

"What are you looking at me for? Make up your mind!"

Van chuckled softly, thinking that this was the real Rolinsa.

He looked ahead and saw that the crimson bloodline guiding the quest was pointing in that direction.

Subconsciously, Van felt that there was danger there, but since the guiding line pointed the way, there was nothing to be afraid of. He had to grit his teeth and go for it anyway.

He glanced at the blood-stained hunting rifle at his waist and thought fiercely:

"Props maker, go ahead and mess things up! I'll fight you to the death if you want!"

Glancing at his health, which was almost fully restored thanks to his passive ability, Van En spent 20 health points to reload the Bloodshot Rifle.

He looked ahead, lifted his foot, and said with high spirits:

"Let's go! The target is just ahead."

Katya followed closely behind, Frans protected her on the side, and Rolinza trailed behind at an angle.

Looking at the tall, slender figure of Van En leading the way, Luo Linsha felt a sense of security.

But she noticed that Van En's slender frame couldn't quite fill out the already tight hunter's uniform, and thought to herself:

"I remember there was another set in the carriage that I was going to give to my brother... Oh well, who knows where that guy is? We haven't run into him yet, so I'll just let this kid have it!"

As she made up her mind, a small black shadow darted about in the silver light of Lorinsa's Judgment Silver Blood Lamp, seemingly trying to escape.

Noticing the restlessness of the extra's soul fragment, she revealed a mocking smile and flicked a wisp of white light from her fingertip into it.

"Squeak squeak squeak—"

The fragments of the extra's soul emitted a faint, rat-like squeak, becoming even dimmer and more docile.

Lorinsa stared at it with great interest and said:

"It smelled its companion's scent and wanted to escape? It still retains some consciousness and memories. Interesting. It seems we can get some information out of it."

A faint silver line lit up at her fingertips as she continuously drew towards the fragments of soul within the lamp.

As Van led the way, besides keeping an eye out for any alien beasts that might appear ahead, he would also glance at the corpses of the "experimental subjects" submerged in glass tanks on either side, and mentally assess them:

"Hmm, this technique is clearly not good. The stitching isn't neat enough, and there are signs that the stitches were removed and re-stitched. The patchwork also doesn't look good."

"Huh? This is not bad! It's obviously the product of skilled post-production techniques, very neat, but it was soaked for too long, and the 'contents' have all spilled out."

After walking less than 50 meters, Van En saw a long, narrow corridor appear before him.

This time, however, the end wasn't pitch black. Standing there, he could see the blood-red color in the room opposite, along with a stench of decay and nausea.

He slightly raised the butcher knife in his right hand, while his left hand rested on the Frans single-barreled shotgun, which had been reloaded, ready to engage at any moment.

Just then, the soul beast camel bell at Fan En's waist emitted a gradually brightening silver light, and swayed twice, making a crisp sound:

"Waaaaah~ Awooo! Awooo!"

The barking of the eighth dog gradually grew louder, causing Orange, who was perched on Lorinsa's shoulder, to arch its back slightly and puff out its fur, its ears pressed against its head.