Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 186 - The Secret of the Voodoo Association

Chapter 186: Chapter 186 The Secret of the Voodoo Association

Chapter 186: Chapter 186 The Secret of the Voodoo Association

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In the darkness, the shadow of a figure was like a child that had just learned to walk, unable to fully control its own body.

Its body twisted, wandering aimlessly, stumbling over obstacles without knowing how to get past them, only to fall and get back up again, making crackling noises.

“Didn’t he already die?”

Roger looked at Beech.

Beech nodded in astonishment, “I swear, as soon as that monster rushed into the room, his neck was crushed, not to mention the impact that followed…”

“No ordinary person could survive that.”

A hint of solemnity crossed Tangde’s eyes.

“When he was slammed against the wall, half of his head was flattened, but now…”

Not far away, the figure stumbling in the darkness was none other than Gale, who should have been dead.

“This is too bizarre, a corpse resurrected and all injuries before death healed—what on earth is going on?”

Michelle quickly searched in her mind.

“Gale!”

Tangde suddenly shouted loudly.

But the distant figure seemed not to hear any sound at all, just aimlessly wandering.

Tangde gave everyone a look and then slowly approached.

Gale looked no different from before, with a pale face, disheveled hair, and no blood on his body.

His gaze lacked focus, just staring blankly at the ground in front of him.

“Lawrence, you and Beech go search inside the factory.”

After such a bizarre event, Tangde was somewhat worried about Wolff.

“Michelle, try testing him.”

Michelle raised her gun but before she could pull the trigger, Gale in the distance seemed to sense something and suddenly lifted his head, letting out a low growl in one direction.

“Another one has died,” a woman’s voice came.

Upon hearing this voice, Roger’s face changed slightly, and he quickly pulled Tangde to hide behind a pile of goods.

Although Tangde didn’t understand what had happened, he didn’t make a sound, trusting Roger’s actions, with Carl and Michelle following behind.

“Plant it down, the number should be about right. A misfortunate soul that died in the factory, was it an accident?”

For some reason, Gale, who had been unresponsive until now, suddenly became a bit agitated.

But that was all the emotion he showed. Footsteps from afar were approaching, until they reached Gale’s side.

A series of hurried spell sounds came, followed by a young man’s voice, “Miss Arlo, this guy’s soul is still present, so it’s a normal death.”

“Good!”

Arlo’s voice revealed a bit of joy, “Last time I don’t know which idiot brought back that woman, she didn’t even have a soul left, just an empty shell.”

“Check several times more, I don’t want to be blamed over such a trivial matter.”

Hiding behind the goods, Roger and Tangde exchanged glances, Tangde opened his mouth and spelled out a name with his lips.

“Voodoo Association?”

Roger nodded, it was unexpected to encounter here that woman from the previous inquiry meeting. He cautiously concealed his form, slowed his breathing, and tried not to give anything away.

Clearly, the Voodoo Association had some secret operation here. Roger wasn’t sure if Gale had been scoped out by them in advance.

But in the current situation, it was absolutely inconvenient for them to show themselves. Not to mention the previous discord between Roger and Arlo, having such an overt secret operation discovered…

After a while.

“Let’s go, let’s leave this place.”

Hearing this sentence, all four of them couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, considering the Voodoo Association’s great influence all over Bordeaux, it’s better to stay as far away as possible to avoid conflict.

But just then, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the factory area in the distance.

Tangde’s face changed slightly, as he could tell from the sound that it was Lawrence and Beech.

“How could it be so fast?”

The expression on Tangde’s face almost stiffened.

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Wolff’s factory wasn’t particularly large, but it wasn’t small either. It would have been impossible for the two of them to search the entire factory quickly even if they were moving at top speed.

Just a minute or two into the night, and the members of the Voodoo Association would have left. Yet, at this very moment…

“Could they have discovered something?”

A flurry of thoughts rushed through Tangde’s mind, but before he could make any judgment, footsteps approached the factory entrance.

What followed was Beech’s voice.

“Captain, we’ve found…”

Beech, although unaware of what had transpired, wisely clammed up upon seeing the line of people from the Voodoo Association nearby.

Arlo’s face nearly merged with the darkness of the night, her expression was forbiddingly grim.

“Come out!”

Hearing her demand, several people by her side readied themselves for combat, and the tension in the air was about to erupt.

“Don’t you fight!”

Tangde shouted, and as he spoke, he slowly emerged from his hiding place behind some goods.

Upon seeing Tangde, a handsome young man by Arlo’s side whispered a few words to her.

“A Wandering Demonic Hunter.”

“Your name is Tangde, right?”

Arlo’s gaze shifted.

“Have all your people come out, there are five in your squad!”

With an awkward smile, Tangde waved his hand, and Michelle and Carl, who were hiding behind the goods, also stood out.

“What are you doing here?” Arlo asked in a deep voice, all the while releasing her psychic waves.

Tangde had, of course, heard of Arlo’s formidable reputation. Though domineering, her strength was indeed crushing compared to that of an ordinary Demonic Hunter.

And with the Voodoo Association at her back, Tangde really didn’t want to get into a conflict with them.

“The owner of this factory is Wolff. Some monster disturbances had occurred inside the factory, and then Wolff contacted us through Mr. Alex,” Tangde explained.

“An old Undead from a common Demon Hunting Family.”

Arlo let out a cold laugh, “Don’t talk to me about him, even the Hunters Guild in Bordeaux doesn’t hold much weight in our eyes.”

“What’s he to us?”

She raised her head.

“And what are you?”

Facing such direct insult, even Tangde, who was usually even-tempered, felt some anger surge, yet he took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the fury within him.

The difference in strength between them was too vast; getting into a fight now would not only potentially lead to a difficult escape but also bring endless troubles later, possibly costing everyone their lives.

“Ms. Arlo, we don’t know anything,” Tangde said, opening his arms to show his good intentions.

“I promise that after today, not a word about what’s happened here will be spoken of again.”

“We’re Wandering Hunters, we have no ties to the Hunters Guild,” Tangde bit his lip.

“If you agree, as soon as we submit our mission tomorrow morning, we will leave Bordeaux immediately.”

“No, tonight, as soon as we descend the mountain, we’ll leave immediately,”

“I promise!”

Arlo scanned Tangde from head to toe, “I sense your sincerity and am willing to believe what you say.”

“Since you’ve made your promise, I too am willing to make mine to you.”

Arlo smiled slightly, and suddenly, a wound on her cheek burst open, and a blood-red insect rolled out of it.

“I promise, after killing you, we won’t toy with your souls!”

With a wave of her hand, she ordered,

“Kill them all!”