Chapter 527: Bloodthirsty Banshee

Xili took off her clothes and there was no one in the women's bath. She was swimming in the pool very relaxedly.

After moving for a while, she quietly leaned against the stone wall on the edge of the bath.

She was thinking about her future, thinking about the unknown world.

But while she was washing her arms while humming a song, a crow flew from a distance, standing on the wooden fence of the bath, staring at her with black eyes.

Hilli covered her chest and retracted into the water.

"Ms. Ye Naifah!"

She felt that the woman at the other end of the crow's perspective must have snickered again.

"Are you sure you want to deal with the Bloodthirsty Banshee for us?"

Geralt handed a bottle of cursed oil to Su Ming, and watched him take it and wipe it on the giant sword. This oil can effectively deal with the monsters born of grievances, such as corpse babies.

It was the third day, Geralt went around in Novigrad, and finally found the tomb where the monster lives.

Just under the church that used to be the eternal fire, after losing the support of the king, this once crazy sect is now empty.

Their crazy beliefs and witch hunting activities seemed to have never existed.

Only the crosses in the city prove this history.

"Yes, you just need to look far away, a living dead is not my opponent yet." Su Ming finished applying the sword oil and thrust the big sword directly into the stone ground.

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Meditation, the demon hunter must meditate before he starts his hands, do I imitate it very much?"

It turned out that Su Ming was kneeling on the floor at this time, with his hands on his thighs and closed his eyes. Although he couldn't see his expression while wearing a helmet, he looked relaxed.

Geralt exhaled.

"If you need to wait for the monsters to appear, you can indeed meditate. But it's already night, and the bloodthirsty banshee will appear soon."

Su Ming just wanted to feel the feeling of the demon hunter. He didn't meditate before hacking the oss. He always felt that something was missing.

Besides, they are blocking the monster's house now, and the banshee won't escape through the hole.

Just as he was about to answer the question, a blood-red figure with a red fruit all over rushed out of the tomb and rushed directly at Geralt.

After all, in her opinion, people in armor are not like living creatures at all, without flesh and blood.

Xili was about to try his newly acquired weapon, but Su Ming was quicker. He immediately pulled out the giant sword inserted on the ground and swept it away, just like swatting flies with a door panel, and punching the banshee in. Inside the wall.

The whole church shook for a while, the broken statues seemed to fall down at any time, and the dust was everywhere.

"Well, it's average, probably at the level of a human bat."

Su Ming turned his head and commented on Geralt.

Geralt leaned against the wall, leaning against the ground with a silver sword, "I haven't seen what kind of monster the human bat is, but the banshee is not dead yet."

Regarding this banshee, it was caused by a tragedy that year, and Geralt tried his best not to think about it.

He only needs to know that the commission is worth 3,000 Oren.

If it weren't for the banshee to keep killing people and make the whole city panic, the consul would not have given so much money.

Su Ming was always paying attention to the movement of the banshee. He was very sure that the blow just now shattered a quarter of the opponent's bones, and her speed of getting up would definitely slow down.

There was dust everywhere in the abandoned church, and the only lighting at this time was the torch held by Xili.

"Since I'm here, I also use the swordsmanship of the Demon Hunter to look at the profound meaning of my bear school."

Su Ming rushed to the far wall, and the banshee just got up, he directly raised the big sword and cut it off the monster's shoulder.

"Congratulations on getting rich! Good luck! Everything goes well! Good health! More than every year! Happy family!"

Every time he said a word, he slashed a sword at the monster. In fact, when the first sword went down, the monster turned into two halves along the shoulder, heart, and hip. The sword of night was too sharp.

But he still insisted on finishing the new year greetings.

So the two demon hunters watched him chop the monster into meat

"Is the Bear School so violent?" Xili scratched the back of her ear. She didn't quite understand the style of the Bear School, but she looked like Skellig's Berserker.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, slashing is indeed one of the starting methods of the Bear School, but repeating this sword is not a sword technique."

Geralt felt unlovable.

After a long time, Su Ming put away his weapon, took off his helmet and drank water to rest. There were too many New Year greetings, and he was dry.

"I kept the head specially, so let's use it for business. I don't have a hook on my body."

He held his helmet in one hand and the monster's head in the other, and gave it to Geralt.

"You'll teach Xili bad, that's not a sword technique." Geralt hung the monster's head behind his belt, and said helplessly.

"Wrong, this simplest trick completely contains the good wish of trying to kill the enemy. The epee has no edge, and the skill is not working. When your realm completely crushes the enemy, even if you keep hacking, That's also extremely delicate swordsmanship."

Su Ming immediately retorted, because Xili's gaze turned around on the two of them, as if to investigate who was right.

This time Geralt couldn't understand it. The other party obviously spoke a foreign language, and he couldn't understand it at all. But he understood the explanation later, and it sounded somewhat reasonable.

But this requires a complete grasp of the monster's movements and habits, and only a master can do such an attack without being injured.

"Hiri learned this too early, and it didn't suit her way."

"No, this set of swordsmanship is recommended to you. It will be maxed out in three seconds for a single 999. It only takes three minutes to experience and you will fall in love with this set of swordsmanship just like me."

Geralt turned his head and left. Isn't this a joke? Hurry up to collect the account, and then go back to Kyle Morhan.

The money arrived smoothly, and the archon didn't want the banshee's head, so Geralt hung the monster's head on the saddle and prepared to go back to the inn opened by his friend Dandrien for the night.

Dandrien now settles in Novigrad~www.NovelMTL.com~ He, his girlfriend, and two poets renovated the Vanilla Inn, which is now called Chameleon Inn, which is located on a not particularly busy street.

Business is almost the same every day, neither good nor bad. Many people here come for drinking and watching performances. Very few people actually stay overnight.

These days Su Ming and several people have lived there, and some of the stories that Su Ming said have inspired the poet's creative enthusiasm.

He was writing recently, but was criticized by his girlfriend as "like a dream".

But after returning to the hotel today, Geralt was keenly smelling a familiar smell as soon as he entered the door.

Even when mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat, the aroma of cloves and black currant is still so obvious.

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