Blood of the Hunting God

Disma didn't answer directly, but just smiled and said.

"Could it be something like undead? I heard that if people in the age of the old gods die, if they have resentment, it is possible to produce this stuff?"

The bounty hunter frowned, and at this moment he was actually thinking seriously about the situation mentioned in the story.

"For this kind of question, I suggest you go to some scholars who study the occult. I'm just a hunter who kills monsters."

Disma shrugged and said helplessly.

"Has Uncle Disma faced such strange things before? Well, I always feel a little scary."

Xue Rong, who was frightened even more, screamed in a low voice.

"Hahaha, I'm not afraid at all, the idiot Xuerong is too timid."

Pu raised his head proudly and spoke, but was immediately slapped on the forehead by Mona, and shrank his neck resentfully.

"Speaking of which, Tardiff and I have already told a story, Mona, do you want to share one too?"

Disma, who was lying on the sofa cushion, suddenly remembered something at this moment and said to Mona, who was watching the show.

"Ah, am I coming? Maybe my words don't have any stories worth sharing?"

Mona, who was a little surprised that she would be mentioned, froze for a moment.

"It's nothing, as long as it's an interesting experience, you can share it."

Disma just smiled and said.

"Is Aunt Mona telling a story too?"

Although very scared, but looking forward to it, Xuerong moved a little closer.

"Aunt Mona's story... is it about seeing a child pretending to be a ghost and then going up to beat him up or something (whispering)?"

Pu Ze sat down, showing a cautious look on his whole body.

"Can I really? I'm just a servant."

Mona still hesitated at this moment.

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's just sharing stories."

Disma shook his head and said there was no problem at all.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll give it a try. After all, I have indeed had some special experiences over the years. Although, it may not be related to the word horror."

The smiling Mona showed a look of reminiscence at this moment.

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【Mona's Story】

In the sustenance of coming to Star Town

In front of the house, I was actually just a peasant woman who stayed at home.

My life is not as rich and colorful as Master Disma's. I just live a very monotonous life every day, running back and forth between the vegetable field and my house.

However, in the countryside where I live, there are also some various weird stories that have been circulating.

Stories like the guy who washed his hair by the river, the toilet paper sticking out of the toilet, and the knocking sound from the third floor window used to scare me and some of my friends when I was very young. Friends of the same age.

However, after growing up a little bit, you will find that these stories are just stories, and those weird things don't exist.

I have always thought so, but after one thing happened, I changed my view slightly. I think that maybe some things don’t really exist, but it’s hard for us to perceive the reactions they cause. Just noticed.

That was two weeks after my grandfather passed away. After the body was burned and the ashes were buried, the family lost a mouth to eat forever.

For as long as I can remember, my grandpa has been very kind to me. He would secretly hide some candies for me, and he would teach me how to dig out bird holes and mouse holes, ah, yes, our place over there It is relatively poor, and children often try to find roasted bird eggs, chicks, fish and shrimp to satisfy their hunger.

All in all, he has been a very important person in my life.

Then, at that time, on the winter day when my grandpa died.

I was left in the house that day as a child.

Parents are out and busy with some things.

It was cold, and there was a fire in the house.

I closed all the windows and closed the door tightly.

In this way, the home will be much warmer and people will be more comfortable.

Ah, by the way, at that time I was actually still missing my grandpa. The reason why I didn’t go out with my parents was also because I was in a bad state of mind. They were worried that other friends might point out something if they saw it I also feel embarrassed.

I added some wood to the fire in the house, and fell asleep in the bedroom.

I don't remember how long I slept, but I was always in a daze, feeling that my whole body was getting weaker and weaker.

Then, just then, I heard footsteps.

Slow, very familiar footsteps.

The footsteps of my grandfather.

I was very happy and excited at that time, so I ran out of the house, only to see him standing in the house, looking at me with a smile on his crutches, wearing the same clothes he wore when he died that day clothing.

I should have stayed by his side for a long time, and I always hoped to stay by his side as long as possible, and longer.

But then, Grandpa told me.

He said that the living cannot keep thinking about the dead.

He told me to look forward, to find other things and people I can miss.

Then, he hugged me and walked step by step in the room.

I don't know how long I walked, but I just felt sleepy.

When I woke up, I found that there were many, many adults around me.

I found out later that I opened the door myself in the cold weather and fell into the snow at the door.

The house was full of smoke because of the closure of the firewood, as if the chimney was blocked by something.

I can't remember how I saved myself at that time.

The only thing I can think of is the figure left by my grandfather.

So I wonder sometimes.

Perhaps the people who have died will still leave some traces around us.

It's just that we usually don't feel it.

Only when some special times come, we will find that those who love us are still around us.

Haha, maybe it's a bit too taken for granted, but at least I believe so.

I also hope that everyone can be with someone who loves them.

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Mona's story ends quickly.

After all, there's no such thing as a plot twist in this story.

It's just a straightforward experience.

However, for Mona herself, it may be more accurate to use memories.

Of course, this story has nothing to do with horror at all, um, maybe it has something to do with so-called "ghosts"?

Both Disma and Tardif were silent because of this story. Among them, Disma seemed to have thought of something and fell silent. Tardif showed some emotion, and muttered after thinking for a while. Saying "I guess I can only see a bunch of gnashing enemies following me", the expression of the whole person looked very helpless.

The children are very happy. Not only is this story not scary at all, but the family mentioned in it is exactly what these children lack.

Therefore, they used very naive words to ask whether their family members were with them, and Mona did not hesitate to express their affirmation, telling every child here affirmatively, even if their Parents have passed away since they were born

, but no matter when and where, they must always be in their role, always follow them, and watch their growth.

"Mom, have you been watching me?"

With a soft murmur, Xue Rong stretched out her hand and lightly touched the small medal, the only relic left by her mother.

I want to be a hero like my mother.

Mom, will you be by my side and witness all this coming?

Slightly, I realized the beauty and wonder of being surrounded by happiness.

Xue Rong couldn't help showing a smile on her little face.

"So there's no more interesting story?"

Pu, who didn't care about his deceased relatives at all, but just wanted to have fun, obviously couldn't immerse himself in the so-called beautiful atmosphere at all, with a bored and helpless expression written on his face, muttering dissatisfaction.

"If you want to hear an interesting story so much, why don't you tell it yourself? You always let your uncles and aunts tell it. I didn't see that their voices were hoarse and they kept drinking water?"

Xue Rong glared at Pu and said.

"Let me tell you? Yes, I really experienced a supernatural event!"

Unexpectedly, when Xue Rong said this, Pu actually became really excited all of a sudden, saying that he really wanted to say something.

"You don't know, but I really saw a ghost, I saw it with my own eyes last night."

"And it's in the house of sustenance. That thing lives in the house we live in, and it haunts here."

Pu's expression at this moment was full of pride.

"You saw a ghost in the sustenance house? Well, it's an interesting story, so tell me, I want to see if it's true."

Disma, who had clearly foreseen some kind of possibility, laughed and began to use words to induce him.

"Of course, you just listen carefully, my big adventure."

Pu's expression became more and more proud.

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They said they saw ghosts, but they didn't actually see anything.

Or rather, just saw a shadow.

When I couldn't sleep at night, I secretly got up from the bed, only to see a dark thing flashing past the corner in the corridor on the second floor.

The figure looked extremely swollen and black, and it felt as terrifying as a big monster.

[Abigail's figure stiffens slightly]

I followed that thing secretly, but when I looked around the corner of a corridor, the thing disappeared.

Then, I heard a "bang", something sounded in the kitchen.

[Abigail lowers her head slightly]

I was thinking at the time, could it be a thief?

This is not possible, then I must go to see what kind of thief it is, so I rushed up directly.

But there was nothing in the kitchen, and I couldn't find any valuable clues at all.

There is a half-bitten pancake on the table in the kitchen, and it tastes pretty good after taking a bite.

[Abigail's whole body is getting lower and lower]

【Mona's expression gradually calmed down】

Then, I looked around and found that there really seemed to be nothing on the first floor.

So I went upstairs.

And guess what.

The swollen black shadow was upstairs, floating past the stairs.