Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Rosa's words were mostly aimed at saving her father.

But the information revealed in it sent chills down the spines of all the hunters.

Many details subtly coincide with their recent observations.

For example, after Gushin moved, the Witcher team's route did indeed change drastically, a rare occurrence.

The original westward exploration suddenly turned northward.

The direction pointed directly to that unknown area that no one dared to set foot in.

However, even knowing that Rosa's statement was likely true.

Even though they knew their homes outside the wall were in imminent danger.

After a brief commotion and deliberation, the bounty hunters present...

The final choice, however, was surprisingly consistent.

"Walk!"

"Pack your things and leave Blackwater City immediately!"

"Get your family out of the corridor before the black tide erupts!"

Someone shouted first, and the crowd suddenly surged.

No one looked at Rosa, who was pale-faced in the center.

The hunters roughly kicked away the debris on the ground.

They quickly gathered up the scattered weapons, luggage, and sleeping bags.

Someone stomped out the campfire, sending sparks flying.

Someone rushed to a corner of the church and shook their still-drowsy companion awake.

Rough urging, heavy footsteps, and the clanging of tools.

The empty church was instantly filled.

Less than ten minutes.

The church, which was just a moment ago packed with people, has quickly become deserted.

Only scattered embers and debris remained.

And, the last four people who remained.

Gro remained standing in the same spot, his expression calm.

The bard, holding his lute, leaned quietly against the wall.

Rosa, writhing in pain and despair, knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

as well as--

In a corner, Ryan's face was changing and he was struggling violently.

Rosa turned her gaze to Ryan.

Ryan immediately raised his hands and hurriedly shook his head.

"Don't look at me! I have absolutely no intention of going to my death with you!"

He paused, a look of embarrassment and pleading on his face.

His gaze shifted to Gro, the black-haired man standing to the side.

"I stayed because of...this sir."

Gro sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I told you, I'm really not the person you're looking for."

"My hair is dyed, it's dyed."

The bard blinked and curiously leaned closer.

"What kind of riddle are you playing?"

Gro pointed helplessly at Ryan.

"This young man said that his team encountered a ghost on the way."

"And it was that infamous night elf who was hit—"

"The ghost of Shadow Blade Lin".

The bard's curiosity froze instantly.

Gro continued:

"The ghost instructed him to come to Blackwater City and find a person with black hair and black eyes."

"Let that person go to her burial place and help her find peace."

"Otherwise... let their entire team stay inside the walls forever."

After hearing the explanation, the bard's expression became extremely strange.

"The ghost of Shadow Blade Lin?"

"That annoying guy who almost kicked my door down?"

"Didn't she die in the north? It's been so many years."

"If it really turned into a ghost, how come we've never encountered it?"

She turned to Ryan, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"You didn't inhale too much fog and are hallucinating, did you?"

Ryan shook his head violently, becoming agitated.

"Impossible! All four of us on the team took the drug!"

"And it wasn't just me who heard it; the other three heard it too!"

"She...she can even silently stir up a patch of earth!"

"That couldn't possibly be an illusion!"

He held his head in his hands, his voice revealing a long-suppressed breakdown.

"You have no idea what we encountered on the way!"

The bard crossed his arms.

"What happened? I remember you were the leader of 'Sharp Blade'."

"You're taking a conservative approach, starting from the five nodes and sticking close to the wall."

"We've been walking that road for so many years, what danger could there be?"

Ryan raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling:

"On our way in..."

Not a single sigh was heard!

"All the spirit demons...it's as if they've all vanished!"

"Can you understand that kind of fear?!"

Ryan growled in a near-collapse.

For those of them who have been making a living inside the Great Firewall for many years.

Every time we ventured deeper into the territory, it felt like tying our lives to a thin thread.

Any unusual noise could be a death sentence.

Moreover, this is a situation that hasn't been heard of for over a decade.

After listening to Ryan's description of the deathly silence along the way...

Gro and the bard both frowned.

If Ryan's statement is true, the situation is indeed strangely abnormal.

But if all of this was truly the work of the so-called "ghost of Shadow Blade Lin"...

Can a single ghost, no matter how powerful, truly dispel all the spirits and demons along its path?

Even epic-level Soul Lords might not be able to do this.

And Lin Gui, suspended above the dome, listened silently.

He was completely stunned.

We didn't encounter any spirits or demons along the way... Couldn't that be thanks to the guide?

From their accounts, it's as if they themselves "didn't encounter any demons."

It is an extremely abnormal, even terrifying thing?

In the blink of an eye.

He suddenly recalled the eerie scene when he first entered the Wailing Wall.

Those spirit demons had only just met.

They screamed in panic and ran away.

At the time, he thought it was just an illusion or a coincidence.

But now it seems...

It is highly likely that the other party is afraid.

Afraid of him, or... Eve.

He silently noted this down and turned his gaze downwards.

Rosa, dragging her badly injured body, gritted her teeth and moved toward the church.

They clearly wanted to catch up with Jesse and the others.

The bard suddenly spoke:

"Miss human, can you... locate them?"

Rosa paused and turned around.

A cold, mocking smile appeared on his pale face.

"What, you want to 'help' them too—"

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"A half-demon... no, a demon lady?"

The bard paused slightly.

Then, a wicked smile slowly crept onto her lips.

"Impressive, no wonder he's the son of the Witcher Cass."

She raised her hand and waved it gently in front of her.

It was as if an invisible veil had been torn away.

Her pale golden hair quickly turned dark red from the roots.

Two slender, curved, jet-black horns sprouted from beside his ears.

Those eyes, which always held a smile, had pupils that turned a deep, blood-red.

What's most eye-catching is what's behind her.

A pair of folded, leathery, dark red bat wings.

It unfolds quietly, then gently closes again.

The gentle and kind spirit of the bard has vanished completely.

Instead, there was a profound and ancient demonic aura.

Ryan, who had been hesitant to get closer.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, staggered backward, and collapsed to the ground.

He pointed at Hannah, his voice distorted with extreme shock and fear:

"Miss Hannah?! You...you...how could you be...?"

Hannah shrugged helplessly, her bat wings fluttering slightly.

"I've never harmed you, and I've been playing for you for free for so long."

"Just because I'm a demon, does that mean you should be afraid of me?"

"Just like humans have good people and bad people, demons are the same, and I am a good demon."

"On this point, my beloved paladin can attest."

After saying that, Hannah giggled, nestled against Gro's chest, and nudged him with her elbow.

Gro smiled helplessly.