Nelly looked at Hewen and apologized:

"I'm sorry that you were involved because of Jimmy's problem. He just couldn't bear the fact that he lost his father, so he lost control."

Hewen didn't blame him too much:

"I understand. In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary child. I have long been used to this kind of thing. Ahem..."

The witcher covered his mouth with his right hand, letting the blood stay on the leather glove.

Nelly asked with concern:

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hewen replied:

"I just got a little injured, just take a rest and you'll be fine."

Being shot through the left chest by a bullet is not a minor injury, especially for Hewen, who already has an old illness.

"I'll go out and look for Ogden later to see if he was taken away by those two people. When I leave, no matter who comes, don't open the door. As long as you don't open the door, no one can hurt you."

Hewen then walked up to Ha La, took off a bracelet from his right hand, put it on the girl's slender right arm, and gave special instructions:

"If you encounter a bad guy, just touch this bracelet and say 'Trashil' silently, and the bad guy will not be able to hurt you."

Then Hevin looked at Nelly again, the only person besides Hola who remained calm:

"Never, never open the door when I leave, otherwise I won't be able to save you."

He greeted everyone and walked down to the basement alone.

The witcher lit the carbon filament bulb and took off his windbreaker and lining in the empty room, exposing his strong chest.

Although it is not obvious, Hevin also has the outline of muscles on his body, which are some traces left over from his time as a demon hunter.

There was a trace of a bullet hole on his left chest, but it was almost healed now and the scar was not obvious. The Witcher took out the knife from his waist and gently carved a scratch on the inside of his left chest.

He planned to remove the foreign object from his body.

Hewen took off his gloves and placed his hand on the scratched area. The not-deep wound suddenly seemed to be alive. As Hewen's fingertips touched his body, the wound expanded spontaneously.

The slender palm inserted into the wound smoothly, and the wound continued to expand and stretch. The demon hunter relied on his understanding of the human body to avoid most of the places that could not be touched.

Go deeper, go deeper, and you'll encounter the cold touch of metal, an indispensable part of most vertebrate animals, a never-ending vibration.

Click.

The sound of the interface breaking was heard, and Hevin pulled out his heart.

The white palm left the gap, but the gap still stretched and contracted as if breathing, as if waiting for something.

This heart is not red, nor does it have valves and atria that humans are familiar with. If any ordinary human attempts to use it to replace his or her own heart, the result will only be death due to brain tissue ischemia.

Hevin re-stuffed a silver-white metallic substitute on the table into the wound, and then the blood returned to his face. When he pulled his hand away from the gap, the separated flesh and blood quickly returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like

It's like nothing happened.

The mechanical heart he took out was placed on the messy table. Unlike the brand-new replacement he had just put in, the old heart looked decayed, and there was a disgusting mark in the middle.

Hollow.

A bullet hole.

The old witcher let out a long sigh.

He lied to Nathan.

That pistol has no ability to devour souls at all. He hasn't had time to engrave the incantation yet. If he really continues to fight, he has no guarantee of victory.

The witcher is old and it is no longer his time.

If it were in the past, he only had to wave his hand, and the entire White Lion Club would dissipate into the material plane like evaporating fly ash.

The demon hunter's expression was full of sighs and sighs.

But he is old, so now he has to use his brain a little to achieve his goals without revealing his identity.

Even if he is seriously injured, the demon hunter still has his own pride and confidence.

Not to mention, this is not the first time he has fallen into this situation. In his long life, he has been defeated, lost strength, and fallen into desperate situations countless times.

He also didn't remember how many enemies he had killed in adversity that were countless times stronger than him.

The worst outcome is death, and it will take hundreds of years to return from the lost heart. Maybe some strange guy resurrected him before that.

However, the demon hunter smiled helplessly. It would be great if the only important things in this world were life and death, victory and defeat. When it came to killing people, the forbidden items in his hands could easily do it.

For example, a key can permanently overlap an area with a certain shadow world. No living creature in the area will survive.

But if he wants to use this key to kill Nathan and Peter, then the price will be all the souls in Morningside Town and the surrounding towns. If he wants to disperse the residents, it will be difficult for the other party to detect the abnormality.

Moreover, this will also attract many old friends from his past to investigate, but in their eyes, he has been dead for a long time, not to mention how troublesome his past enemies will be if they know about this.

He has retired and doesn't want to fight anymore.

It's just that Hevin needs to solve the potential trouble first, and he is also determined to win over Nathan and Peter.

Hevin recognized Nathan's symptoms at a glance. He must have had a blood transfusion, and it was the blood of a frost giant.

The White Lion Society may have a frost giant corpse, or a frost giant heart.

This group of residents of Niflheim had fought a war with the gods of Asgard. Although the result of that war was Asgard's near-eternal rule of the entire Obelia, and the gods

The undying kingship of Odin, father of the Wild Hunt and Lord of the Wild Hunt.

But the group of frost giants who were driven to Jotunheim also caused great damage to the Vanir and Asir Protoss, and they even established a kingdom of giants there.

A heart of a frost giant might prevent Heven from needing a replacement for a long time.

If there is a chance, Hewen hopes that he can get this heart, and it is best to do it in a peaceful way that does not hurt others. He will not be in a hurry. What he wants now is a long and peaceful retirement life. The Frost Giant

The heart is just a prop that brings him closer to the goal. It would be ridiculous if the goal was destroyed to pieces in the process of achieving the goal.

Hewen put on clothes specially designed for hunting monsters and filled every bag on his body with magic items.

At his waist is a pair of knives that can tear the flesh of a real frost giant, but will make the user kill himself. On his chest is a necklace that makes Hevin fearless of flying arrows and bullets, but he will never find true love. He wears a fearless necklace.

The sword blade has no side effects but the coat is a bit expensive.

Finally, with the soul-devouring shotgun on his back, the demon hunter has completed all preparations.
Chapter completed!