Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 841 - 652: Memory Fragments of Sword Master Cold Crow_2

Chapter 841: Chapter 652: Memory Fragments of Sword Master Cold Crow_2

"What happened next?" The man gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

"Then my father gave away my youngest sister." The woman said, trembling.

"The sound it made while sucking out the brain matter is something I’ll never forget, right below the window. It sucked slowly, as if it was savoring some kind of delicacy."

"It might have taken the entire night to suck out my sister’s brain. By dawn, all we found below the window was a withered corpse."

The woman’s body shook violently, her teeth clattering noisily, merely recalling the scene filled her with immense fear.

It’s clear that what happened back then left an indelible impression on her young mind, with the terror magnified exponentially.

The next moment, she suddenly became agitated, leaping to her feet and charging like a crazed tiger toward a corner of the room.

Sitting there was Roger.

"What are you doing?" The man instinctively stepped forward, blocking the woman’s path.

"Hand him over, just hand him over and all of us can be saved!" The woman shouted frantically, looking at Roger with madness in her eyes.

"He is just a child!"

"Of course I know, but precisely because he is a child, we all can be saved. That thing only likes children, the younger the better!"

The woman’s small body struggled against the man, "Without you he would have already frozen to death outside just now!"

"It’s fate, that’s his fate!"

"He won’t survive the day, if he can save us all before he dies, why shouldn’t we do it?"

The woman shouted loudly.

"I don’t want to send him out, but if we wait any longer, the thing outside will lose patience, and then we’ll all die!"

"And now, only he has to die!"

At this moment, Roger saw the woman suddenly embrace her man, tears streaming down her face.

The man’s weathered face showed pain, "No, if we do this, how are we different from those beasts?"

He gripped the weapon in his hand, "It’s been so long, and it hasn’t come in. Its strength may not be as great. Perhaps I can try..."

"Bang!"

The woman wrapped her arms around the man’s arm.

"Don’t go, I don’t want to lose you!"

"I can do it!" The man took a deep breath to pump himself up.

"Maybe just one slash is all it takes to finish it!"

At this moment, the woman suddenly jumped up, yanked the man’s ear, and whispered something. The wind outside howled alongside the frequent knocking, and with Roger’s current physical state, he could not hear what was being said.

Now, the few people around the fire also stood up one after another.

They vaguely formed a circle, slowly surrounding Roger.

"How realistic indeed."

Roger couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly.

He was barely a teenager now, lacking any strength, although his fighting skills remained, but the opponents outnumbered him.

Head-on collision, he truly had little hope. More importantly, even if he won, so what? There was a menacing monster outside.

"Could this be a scene Sword Master Cold Crow experienced in his youth?"

In such a critical situation, Roger couldn’t help but ponder the peculiarity around him.

"What do you want to do?"

Roger took a step forward from the corner, his frail body flickering in the shadows, appearing thin and weak, and his expression showing little change.

But his clear eyes were filled with ferocity.

Even unarmed, stripped of strength, if anyone dared to come near, he would surely make them pay a heavy price.

A monster lurking outside, yet everyone thought of nothing but self-preservation instead of confrontation.

As long as they themselves weren’t the ones to die, what did it matter?

"Open the door, hurry, open the door!"

"I smell that scent, there’s no mistake, it’s my favorite thing!"

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to vanish; the outside became completely silent, yet amidst this silence, the heavy knocking and that sharp laughter seemed particularly jarring.

"Him dying is better than all of us dying!"

The woman’s voice came again, the man’s trembling body became calm, and he turned his head. His gaze swept over to Roger’s corner.

"Shuntsuki..."

Roger didn’t speak, he could only silently clench his fist.

The scene before him made him feel somewhat dazed, memories being cleaved, always giving him a sense of déjà vu.

"What’s going on?"

"Could it be that a long time ago, someone saved me but due to their choice, wanted to kill me instead?"

He shook his head, driving this incongruity from his mind.

"Strange, why would I have such thoughts?"

Roger was suddenly somewhat inexplicably puzzled, and then he saw the man stepping toward him with heavy steps.

"Shuntsuki, I hope..."

"You hope to send me to die for you?"

Roger interrupted the man’s words.

"I... I didn’t mean... I was trying to say..."

"Higurashi, don’t hesitate, that monstrous thing is coming in!"

A voice came from the crowd, belonging to a somewhat frail old man.

Roger’s eyes widened slightly, carefully assessing the middle-aged man before him.

Full of weariness and fatigue, but indeed familiar outlines could be seen between his brows.

Higurashi...

The surname reminded him of many things.

Then he heard a heavy voice, "White Gardenia is going to be a mother, the child in her womb..."

Roger’s gaze slightly moved, sweeping over the woman’s lower abdomen. Although there was no obvious change, perhaps a new life was being nurtured there.

"I have no choice..." The man looked pained, "I know this is selfish, but if it means they can survive, I’ll do anything."

The man gripped the firewood knife tightly in his hand, "But I’m not sending you to die, I’ll go with you,"

Roger’s expression changed, and at this moment he suddenly became calm, "Give me the knife, I’ll go alone."

If these people dared to directly attack him, Roger was ready for a fight to the death, but knowing the identity of this man changed his mind inexplicably.

This might be what’s happening to Sword Master Cold Crow, but in any case, since he was here, when facing certain dangers, he could only choose to face them head-on.

"You... you’re going?!"

The man was utterly shocked by Roger’s sudden transformation, looking at Roger with disbelief.

"Give me the knife, I’ll go alone."

Roger repeated once more.

Snatching the firewood knife from the bewildered man’s hand, Roger turned and walked to the door. Just before pushing it open, he suddenly thought of something.

"Have you thought of a name for the child?"

"I just recently found out the news, but it’s something I’ve considered before."

"If it’s a boy, I want to name him Gushan, sturdy fate!"

"So it is."

Roger sighed. Just as he pushed the door, a violent pounding sounded again, and through the gap in the wooden planks, he saw a pair of murky, frenzied eyes.

Almost instinctively, Roger swung the firewood knife in his hand.

Creak!

The front half of the blade pierced through the gap in the wooden planks, strong resistance coming from the hand, followed by a scream.

Crash!

A long, white-haired arm shattered the wooden door before him, a spiteful voice echoing in his mind, "You’ve ruined my thrill, I’ll tear you to pieces!!"

In the critical moment, Roger’s body curled into a ball, and at the instant the wooden door shattered, he lunged forward.

Thud!

He felt as if he had hit an iron board, vision going black as his body was hurled back.

The snow on the ground was knee-high, and rolling over a few times, his view was obscured by the blanket of white snowflakes.

In haste, Roger used his extensive experience to hold the firewood knife horizontally in front of him. Immediately, a tremendous force hit, cracking the tiger’s mouth and sending his arm shaking; he was once again flung away.

While airborne, he finally saw the face of the monster.

It was a bizarre creature with an ape’s body and an old woman’s face, tangled white hair and white fur covering its body.

This thing blended in perfectly with the surroundings.

"I can’t beat it."

A sigh echoed in his heart.

No matter how skilled, it still required a certain amount of strength as support. The creature’s raw physical power was at least 10 times that of his frail body.

Roger could ramp up his strength more than threefold, but facing a gap over tenfold left him feeling powerless.

He lost sight of it, and when the monster would appear again would likely spell Roger’s end.

Yet at that moment, a surge of power welled from within his frail body, and within the white world, a stark blackness appeared.

It was a three-legged crow.

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