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

Chapter 157 Yar Orphanage (Part 2)

Van En's pupils instantly turned red. He stared intently at Delon, grinding his teeth, and threatened, "Why do you think I would care about the people here and give you that important thing?"

You're just a minor character! In Putt Town, I not only killed another minor character, I even killed the prop master!

Delong put on a theatrical expression of fear, shrank his neck, and then grinned, revealing eight teeth. "Mr. Van En, if you don't care, why bother going through all this trouble, taking my men on a roundabout way before coming here?"

and----"

Delon's smile widened, and he licked his lips, saying, "Ordinary Blood God believers may be afraid of death, but you should know what kind of person I am—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fan En transform into a black and green phantom and rush over.

The next second, at the same moment Deron saw Van En.

He felt a chilling coldness on his neck.

Delong turned his head and saw the twin emerald shadows, which resembled jade. His face lit up with the joy of seeing a fine work of art: "So beautiful! You've acquired another great weapon."

next second!

With a soft "splat," a major artery in Deron's neck was severed, and blood gushed out like it was free.

Although the Twin Emerald Shadows' axe blade was still a finger's width away from Delon's neck.

However, when the weapon transformed, its inherent wind-type arcane power still managed to slit Deron's neck.

Deron's face paled slightly, and the wound on his neck began to heal slowly, though his collar and chest were stained with blood.

But he acted as if nothing had happened, smiling as he looked at Vane: "This weapon is really powerful. Even without touching my neck, you can cut off my head!"

Fan En gritted his teeth twice and put away the Twin Emerald Shadows.

Delong's smile widened: "You are wiser than the news suggested. Besides the lives of the people in Yar Town, I have an even bigger bargaining chip."

He turned around, pushed open the orphanage door, and said, "Stay close to me, Mr. Vane. Although I can't open Mr. Carl's lock, only I can open the one I left for you."

Van snorted and followed Deron's footsteps, thinking to himself that these people from the Grimm Theatre Company were truly madmen.

He really did want to kill Delon just now.

But in the instant before he cut off his head, Van En saw in Delon’s face not only “indifference” but also a deep sense of anticipation.

In that instant, Van En also realized that the script Delon had left for him had two lines: life and death.

This supporting character even looked forward to the storyline where he "died".

Van En suddenly remembered what Delong had said about the "keeper of secrets" and guessed that these madmen had probably added a lock to the orphanage director as well.

"At that time, I will not only have to waste time dealing with the blood mist in Yar Town, but I will also have to unlock the lock left by Delong."

After entering the orphanage, Van En followed Delong up to the second floor.

On the way, he saw no one and coldly asked Delon, "Where are the children here?"

Delong turned to look at Van En and smiled, "You're as kind-hearted as the news says. Don't worry! They're fine for now. However—whether they'll stay fine depends on your next move."

Van En frowned, knowing this was another threat, and thought to himself:

Katya, the success of Plan C depends on you now!

When they reached the second floor, as Deron led them toward the room at the end, Vann sensed a strange aura emanating from him.

From the moment he met this guy, Van En sensed a calm and fearless attitude emanating from him.

But now, Deron carries a sense of nostalgia and hesitation.

He seemed a little reluctant—to let Vane get the key Carl left behind so quickly.

Van En knew that with his normal mindset, trying to understand the actions of a madman like Delong was like a person trying to sympathize with an animal.

But he knew that there were even more and stronger madmen ahead of him, so he had no choice but to try.

Recalling his confrontation with the prop master, Van En suddenly stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing as he thought of Lilith.

When Deron heard that Van En had stopped, he ignored him and opened the door to the corner room, looking at Van En with a melancholy expression: "Your praise is a bit clumsy, but the plan was very successful. We protected our little princess well, so there's no need to worry about anything happening to her."

Van En stepped forward, walked to the door, gave Delon a deep look, and asked in a low voice, "How do I know if this is just to mislead me?"

Delong shook his head and said sincerely, "As you know, opening your carriage requires very strict conditions. I have neither source blood nor powerful blood-based artifacts, so how can I do it?"

As he said this, he noticed the suspicion in Fan En's eyes, sighed, and took out a crumpled and worn-out piece of white printed paper from his pocket, handing it to Fan En: "You can take a look; this is my script."

Fan En looked over and found that there was only one sentence written on it:

[As a supporting character, after waiting for Hearst's hunter, she led him to where he needed to go, and then committed suicide.]

puff!

Van En looked up at Delong with an incredulous expression.

He discovered that the guy had plunged a knife into his heart, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and was looking at him with a smile.

Van En grabbed his collar and roared, "You madman! You bunch of madmen! What do you want to do?! I already agreed to give you the key, do you still want to kill everyone here?!"

"Cough cough!" Delon coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimming, and said softly, "Mr. Vann, it was a pleasure meeting you—but you miscalculated because Yar didn't have a Blood Mist Jar."

Van En felt a chill run down his spine; he genuinely couldn't understand what these Grimm Troupe people were trying to do!

Delon turned his head to look at the large glass window in the room, a satisfied smile spreading across his face: "Every performance involves rehearsals. Are you satisfied with my rehearsal this time?"

After saying this, the dagger in Delon's chest emitted a blinding red light.

Van En sensed something was wrong and threw Deron into the middle of the corridor.

Snapped!

A red light burst forth in flames, completely engulfing Deron. He made no struggle and turned into humanoid ashes on the floor.

"Rehearsal—is this a challenge to me? Who in Lu Ting is waiting for me!"

Van En gritted his teeth, took one last look at Delon's ashes, and walked into the corner room.

The room contained a single bed, a writing desk, and a large, transparent glass wall facing the courtyard of the Yar Orphanage.

Van En looked past the old man with his back to him and toward the courtyard, where he saw twelve children rehearsing some kind of program.

Each of these children wore various masks on their face, some resembling hunters, some wild beasts, and others priests.

Vane's pupils gradually widened, as if he had figured out a bit of the truth behind the Grimm Troupe.