"Whew!"

The short knife stabbed into the wolf's soft abdomen, and then slashed all the way, a disgusting stench spreading, and the wolf's internal organs crackled and splattered like a flood that had burst through the floodgates.

Before he could land, he was completely dead.

The whole action was done in one go, and in just a few seconds, Roger was like a cook solving a cow, looking for the impossible from the subtlety, and solving the target with two knives.

After doing all this, Roger's spirit relaxed, and suddenly the strange feeling of extreme slowness disappeared, and before he had time to marvel, an irrepressible sour itch welled up from his eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Bang!"

Rip clutched his chest and fell to the ground, some strength in his body subsided, his crazy hair and beard gradually returned to normal, looking at the young man standing with a knife in front of him, Rip struggled to spit out the last sentence.

"Mr. Sherman won't let you go."

"Haha, I'll be waiting for you below!"

After speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and completely lost his breath.

"Hoo ......"

Roger also let out a sigh of relief, leaned against a big tree and sat on the ground, he looked at the short knife in his hand, the originally sharp blade was full of gaps, and if he looked closely, he could even see the cracks on the knife.

"Use it once and then completely scrap it."

Shaking his head helplessly, Roger desperately wanted to get his hands on a real weapon.

A weapon that belongs to a demon hunter.

After a short rest, Roger stood up with his hands on the tree.

Although the battle just now was short, it consumed almost all of Roger's energy, and for this battle, he made a lot of preparations, and a few of them didn't even have time to come in handy.

Before Sherman sent in the others, Roger temporarily relieved himself of the crisis, but instead of making it easier for him, it added a lot of urgency.

"Sherman is only going to be stronger than this guy, and that Ivy ......"

"I don't know what level they are."

After this battle, Roger can be regarded as having mastered the skills he absorbed before, and more importantly, he clearly feels that he is strong, and he is not a little stronger than on the island.

Strength and skill are steadily improving, and the most important thing is mentality.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, Roger sighed softly.

This is the second time he has killed someone, and unlike the first passive, this time Roger has become very active, and he has taken the initiative to set a trap before the other party has made a move, and the time and place are carefully arranged by him.

In the dark environment, the vision of ordinary people will definitely be affected, but Roger took the night cat potion, coupled with the secret calculation of the trap, it can be said that he has the upper hand, but even so, it is not easy for him to win.

"I have a lot of ...... to improve"

To be honest, Roger prefers orthodox longswords to elven swords, maybe raising the general sword to a higher level will open up new skills, right?

"Next, it's time to dispose of the corpse."

The wolf is okay, the heart and eyes can be used as alchemy materials, but this guy ......

Roger was momentarily worried.

Hiding corpses is a difficult problem that all murderers need to face, and if one is not handled well, it will lead to terrible consequences.

Although this world has extraordinary power, the power of the world cannot be underestimated, Roger looks quite strong now, but he still can't withstand the long gun and short cannon.

"Do you want to disguise him as a beast to attack?"

Roger's eyes lit up, but he quickly dismissed the idea, and the other party had some knife wounds on his body, especially the one that pierced the heart.

Exposed in the wild, Roger didn't know how many days it would take to be eaten by the beasts, once it was discovered by others before then......

In addition, Roger also noticed a problem where when the opponent was fighting him, the wild wolf that jumped out of the bushes attacked himself from beginning to end.

If there was no connection between the two, Roger would never believe it.

This also proves a problem from the side, Sherman and the recent wolf attack must be inseparable, but I don't know if there is a shadow of Ivy behind this.

According to Andreine, although the lawyer sent by Ivy to investigate Kant's case, she herself did not appear after that, and she did not know where she went.

Except for the wild wolves attracted by special means, in fact, there was no trace of any wild beasts on the periphery of the entire forest, if Roger just threw the corpse of the other party on the wilderness.

He was worried that the wolves would not ignore his corpse as before.

Although it is rarely visited here, there are still occasional rangers passing by, and it is too dangerous to just leave it in the wild.

Although the connection between Sherman and the wolf attack was confirmed, Roger still had one thing that he didn't understand, Sherman's son Bob was also at the scene that day.

No matter how crazy this guy is, he won't want to kill his own son, right?

Or did he have something similar to keep these beasts from attacking his son?

Roger thought silently, he felt that he was not far from the truth of the matter.

In order to facilitate the arrangement in the woods during the day, Roger once made an excuse for Greg to find trouble with the other party, and it is not difficult to deduce from Greg's attitude that this guy should be a fresh face.

"Do you want to bury him?"

"But where should it be buried?"

After thinking about it, Roger had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly thought of a wonderful place.

"Is there a better place to bury the dead than a grave?"

Carefully disposing of the surrounding marks, Roger removed the wolf's heart and eyes, and then carried the corpse on his back and walked towards the cabin.

The 200-pound corpse, for the former Roger, not to mention carrying it, is almost impossible to drag, but now although it is heavy, it is not unacceptable.

Roger naturally walked very slowly, and by the time he arrived at the cabin in the woods, it was already the second half of the night.

Fetching a shovel from the house, Roger looked for a clearing, lowered his head and dug up, with all his strength, and soon a deep pit appeared in front of him.

Before throwing the corpse, he suddenly thought of a question, groped from top to bottom, and found a wallet, a car key, and as for the previous short knife, it had already been put away by Roger.

This knife was much stronger than the bargain Roger used, and the weight and length were just right.

It's just a pity that it can't be exposed in a short period of time.

After doing all this, Roger dragged the body over and was about to push it into the pit, but at this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Bury the body?"

A cool breath rushed to the top of his head, Roger's hair stood on end, and for a while he only felt a buzzing in his head, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest!

"Someone found out!"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

Roger tried hard to keep his composure, but he couldn't calm down when he thought of the terrible aftermath of the incident.

He wanted to turn back, but his neck seemed to be rusty, and he turned around stiffly and stared intently.

In the darkness, a figure appeared in front of him.