Chapter 5 The Witcher of Drais

The netizens in the live room, Mark and Kevin only saw that the sickle in Heman's hand fell on Maya, and Maya instantly fell to the ground.

Then there was a hurricane at Heman's feet. Heman instantly turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

Netizens in the live room exclaimed, "What is going on?" The comments kept flashing, "This is the Lord of Death, coming from hell."

"Just disappear like this?"

"What kind of method is this?"

Kevin couldn't believe his eyes. He was so surprised that he blurted out what he was thinking.

As a policeman, Mark had never experienced such a bizarre thing before. In that case, he would not believe that there was the Lord of Death in the world. Even if he had experienced such things, he would find out the reason for the bizarre thing with his materialistic thoughts.

"Kevin, as a policeman, you can't make such a fuss. The technology in the world is so advanced. There must be some black technology that we don't know."

Kevin thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Mark, this man is really strange. Maya's threat is useless to him. He is not afraid at all. Besides, there was no trace of his appearance at all. He just appeared and disappeared out of thin air."

Mark was lost in thought when he heard Kevin's words and then nodded. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and quickly froze the video at the time before Heman turned into the Lord of Death.

"It's easy to find out the man. We have his portrait now. As long as we find him, the rest of the matter will be easy to solve."

"According to the video, that person is the murderer without doubt. But before that, we still need to find that person and question his motive for killing Maya."

Mark said to everyone at the scene.

As soon as Mark finished his words, Kevin, Mark's subordinate, immediately took the order and left.

Nowadays, technology was so advanced that it was not difficult to find that person's information with a photo.

Heman didn't know much about the situation, but he had a rough idea from their conversation.

At this time, Heman was returning from hell, but he did not expect to meet two witchers on the way back.

A man with a white beard and white eyebrows, dressed in a black robe, held a crystal ball in his hands, and the end of his long robe was dragged to the ground.

Another man beside the old witcher looked a little young. Maybe he was a disciple of the old witcher.

The old witcher was surprised with wide eyes as soon as he saw Heman. Then, he quickly bowed to Heman.

"Your Royal Highness, I'm Ade, a witcher of Drais."

"The Witcher of Drais?"

"You haven't finished your life yet. Why did you break into hell without permission?" Heman raised his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing this, Ade hurriedly explained, "Your Highness, we came to hell because of my disciple. My disciple is talented. He wants to get a position in hell."

"Oh, I see."

As Heman spoke, he walked towards the young man and looked at him up and down. The young witcher's body glowed red. Heman touched his chin and nodded.

"You are right. Your disciple is really talented."

Then Heman said goodbye to the old witcher and walked away directly.

"Teacher, who is the man? Why do you respect him so much?"

"He is in charge of everything in the world."

"Everything in the world!"

The young witcher was shocked by his teacher's words.

"Teacher, did I do well just now? He has just praised me and said that I am talented!" The young witcher was so happy that he spoke with a smile on his face and at a quicker speed.

Heman returned home from hell. He quit the role of being the Lord of Death, took a shower and then rushed to a desolate suburb.

After sending Maya's soul to hell, he got more than 1,000 points on his personal merit board.

These merits should be used to improve his skills, so it was meaningless to keep them.

"System, I want to spend 1,000 points to continue fusing with the skill of the Lord of Death."

Heman silently communicated with the system with spirit power in his mind.

With a "clank" sound, the system answered in Heman's head in a mechanical voice, "Decrease 1,000 points. Congratulations on the successful fusion with the skill of the Lord of Death, and the fusion degree has increased by 2%."

As soon as the sound of the system faded away, Heman felt dizzy, and a sense of dizziness enveloped his whole body, wandering around his limbs. Heman hurriedly leaned against the tree beside him.

Heman couldn't be more familiar with this sense. When he first experienced this, he fell directly to the ground. This time, it was much better. At least he stood.

It took a while for Heman to recover.

This time, his strength improved a lot.

This time he came back from hell and came here late at night because he wanted to hunt down those evil souls and earn points to improve his strength.

Heman looked around and began to talk to the system in his mind.

"System, scan the soul within a kilometer around me."

"When I begin to scan, the scanning image will appear in front of you in 3D. The dark red dot is the soul point, and the scanning image will be updated in real time according to the soul movements."

"A level-4 soul appeared 300 meters ahead. Be careful."

As soon as the system finished speaking, Heman rushed to the area where the level-4 soul was.

Wherever he passed, the leaves fell one after another.

"There is still 10 meters away from the level-4 soul ahead. Danger warning."

Ignoring the voice of the system, Heman waved the sickle at the level-4 soul. The soul did not react in time and was instantly hooked into the soul lamp by Heman.

Heman complained to the system, "You told me to be careful about this level-4 soul! I think there is something wrong with you. You should go back to evolve and fix yourself."

"Don't speak ill of me. I kindly remind you, hoping that you apologize for the complaint just now, otherwise you will lose 1,000 points."

Heman was confused. He just complained a little. How could the points be deducted?

But for those 1,000 points, Heman still lowered his head.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

"Please don't do it again. You should respect my good intention."

After saying that, the system continued to hint at the direction of the soul.

"Please be careful. There is a level-5 soul approaching you from behind."

After listening to the system's words, Heman was immediately ready to fight. At the moment when the level-5 soul's sneak attack came, he used the sickle to block it and killed the soul.

That night, Heman had gained a lot of souls with the help of the system. The points also increased by 1,000, but he needed more for his improvement. The 1,000 points were only a small number, and it was still a long way to go to get enough points.

The sky in the distance began to turn white.

Heman yawned, got up and went back home. After tidying up, he fell asleep.