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

"A supporting character? What danger is he in? A high-level...blood artifact?"

Van En also frowned, because he had used blood-based artifacts before and knew just how sinister this strange power was.

Moreover, the sacrificial ritual dagger he used, as well as the head of the swamp banshee, were only low-level blood-based artifacts.

The prop master of the Green Theatre Company is a high-level one; he must be incredibly skilled!

With a look of regret on her face, Lorinsa glanced at the fragments of the extra's soul and sighed:

"The extra's level is still too low. He's just a handyman in the Grimm Troupe, while the prop master is a mid-level manager... But this guy has seen that blood-based prop before. It's a suitcase made from the skin of a strange beast."

As for the supporting character, he's just one level above the extras. His ability is also transformation, and even more lifelike. We don't need to worry about him for now, since everyone here is one of our own, trustworthy, and I've already checked him out."

"A suitcase?" Van's attention was drawn to the blood artifact, and its image appeared in his mind:

The wrinkled animal hides were pasted on the rectangular box, making it look very old and inconspicuous, or it might be covered with strange things that made it very conspicuous.

"And there's even worse news," Lorinsa continued, seeing that Vannne understood the situation with the suitcase.

"The Grimm Theatre Company has mobilized a lot of people this time, including 10 extras. They have big ambitions, and their purpose is definitely not just to activate the Blood Mist."

The expected difficulties.

Van En was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he was inspired to fight. In addition to wanting to complete the mission of expelling the blood mist, he also wanted to see the high-level blood artifact—the suitcase.

"I feel like I have a special connection with this thing!"

Van En smiled slightly and looked at the quest guide line on his left:

"In that case, we need to speed things up!"

"Okay! I'll step in if necessary!" Lorinsa nodded emphatically.

After exchanging words, the two walked toward Katja and Sir Francis, without revealing anything about the "suitcase," only saying that further ahead lay the location of the culprit who created the blood mist.

There was no small talk among them, and Van En had already made all the preparations.

He gripped the blood-stained shotgun and the butcher's knife tightly, and walked toward the quest marker line that had turned a deep reddish-black.

After passing through two rows of iron racks covered with blood and flesh, a rotten and dilapidated wooden door appeared before him.

Snapped!

Van En kicked open the door, thrust his blood-based shotgun inside, and scanned the scene with sharp eyes.

This is a rather spacious hall, covering an area of ​​500 square meters, much like the style of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

On the descending steps, withered figures stood with their backs to Van En, wearing tattered orange robes through which skeletons could be seen.

At the very bottom, there is a 50-square-meter circular stepped platform, on which only a large stone bed is placed.

On that stone bed lay a pair of skeletons, face to face, dressed in more ornate orange-red robes.

This place is nothing like what Vann imagined, a gladiatorial arena filled with terrifying alien beasts; it's more like a long-abandoned sacrificial site.

But whether it was Van En or the others, after they entered, their gazes swept over these horrifying scenes and then turned to the giant 'statue' standing on the circular tiered platform.

The so-called "statue" is actually pieced together from various flesh and blood and the limbs and wings of insects. The overall shape is the same as the giant moth-insect god they had seen before at the White Stone Gate.

Clearly, this flesh and blood statue is the great moth insect god, but what's most bizarre is that 'it' is very fresh, even dripping blood, which seems out of place with the old and dilapidated surroundings.

"This...is..." Lorinsa's eyes widened, and before she could finish speaking, she stood there blankly, as if she had been frozen in place.

"Van... Your Excellency..." Katya was only slightly better than Rolinsa; after saying two more words, she too became like a puppet, completely motionless.

Vannn sensed something was wrong and looked around at the people around him, but out of the corner of his eye he only caught a glimpse of Sir Frans' longsword. Suddenly, he felt as if the 'ruined altar' in front of him had vanished like a gust of sand blown away by a gale.

Fan En, whose eyes were stung by the sandstorm, felt as if he had only blinked, and the world around him had completely changed.

He turned his head left and right, somewhat dazed, looking at the black wooden planks on either side, then placed his empty hands in front of his eyes and exclaimed in surprise:

"Where are my butcher's cleaver and bloodshot shotgun? And... when did I get back to my wagon?!"

Fan En felt a little dizzy, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. He even noticed that his hands were very white, without the black-tipped nails and hair caused by the beastification disease.

Just then, a gentle and sweet voice sounded from across the room:

"Van? You're finally awake! We're almost at Sweet Well Village, the final resting place of Master Maria. Shall we go and pay our respects?"

Fan En slowly raised his head, his eyes wide, and looked at the person sitting opposite him.

She wore a black nun's robe, her black curly hair draped lazily over her shoulders, a faint smile always on her pretty face, and concern in her light brown eyes.

Fan En's gaze slid down to the hem of her skirt and fell on her shapely legs beneath the black veil.

"How many times have you watched it? Aren't you tired of it yet?"

The beautiful nun lowered her legs, her tone carrying a playful, teasing tone.

Van En's gaze moved upwards, finally settling on her neck, where a blood droplet pendant was faintly glowing.

"Li...Lis?"

"What? You want to try driving a carriage too? Your driving skills are so bad, forget it!"

Lilith smiled, picked up the red notebook beside her, flipped through a few pages, and said:

"The path of blood hunting should begin in Sweet Well Village. If their descendants don't obstruct us, we can reclaim the first drop of source blood from Master Maria."

Van En looked at his "Hunter's Notebook" in Lilith's hand and was suddenly startled, realizing that he had forgotten something very important.

He touched his neck and pockets, finding them empty, and felt a strange sense of loss.

Seeing Van's flustered actions, Lilith's face showed worry. She stood up, hugged Van's neck, and pressed her forehead against his.

A faint scent of roses wafted into Van En's nose. He stared blankly at Lilith's beautiful face so close to his, momentarily lost in thought.

"That's strange! Your illness should have been cured at home; it shouldn't have happened!"

Lilith lifted Vann's left hand, rolled up his sleeve, and looked at the blood pump box on it:

"Hmm... the seal is very good, there are no problems."

Lilith simply sat down next to Vane and suddenly laughed:

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare just now? Your illness is strange. You often dream about things that never happen, as if you're living someone else's life."

"Why aren't you saying anything, Van? Have you been away from home for a while and are you missing it?" Lilith touched Van's face and said.

"You're still too thin; you need to eat more."

"I...you..." Fan En felt his mind becoming increasingly muddled, and even felt extremely tired, desperately wanting to sleep.

Seeing that he was still sleepy-eyed, Lilith straightened the black veil hem of her nun's robe and said:

"Looks like you were having nightmares again. Forget about them, I'll stay with you on the path of blood hunting."

Seeing that Vann remained unmoved, she gently placed Vann's head on her lap and said:

"Sleep now! I will take you to a peaceful dreamland."