In the garden of the villa, the remains of witches were scattered everywhere, some piled up together to form a small hill.

In front of the hill was a peachwood sword.

"Depending on the situation, it could be infighting between witches."

The young man Ju Zhen Xun stood beside Van Helsing, his expression a little strange.

The main thing is this bloodstained peachwood sword.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be in this kind of place.

Could it be that today's witches still like to play cosplay?

Van Helsing pulled out the peachwood sword.

Then, he scanned the mess back and forth on the ground.

"It's not that simple." He chuckled.

"But the wounds were all caused by each other."

"There are so many ways to make them kill each other, and a curse is enough."

"That's true for ordinary people, but they're witches, and they're the ones who are best at using curses and black magic with demonic power."

Zhen Xun still couldn't understand.

Van Helsing continued to laugh, "Then have you ever thought that there is another kind of guy who can use the curse perfectly without the help of strength. ”

"Who??"

"Demons."

The man threw the peachwood sword into Zhen Xun's hand.

Under the sunlight, his light blue pupils seemed to become lighter, hidden and mysterious.

Zhen Xun scratched his head, "No, right...... Since the day the evil forces awoke, I have never heard of a real demon appearing. ”

At most, it's blood, evil spirits, all kinds of monsters or something.

If a demon is really summoned, I am afraid that no matter how strong the demon hunter is, he will not be able to do it.

Suddenly, a low whimper came from behind the garden.

Van Helsing walked around with Zhen Xun.

A beautiful and lovely girl sat helplessly on the edge of the hedge, her clothes were covered with mud and dust, her face was haggard, and her eyes were as clear and mellow as a spring flowing through her.

"Help Me ......"

The girl timidly stretched out her hand to the man.

Zhen Xun was taken aback, and hurriedly took two steps back: "There are still surviving witches?" ”

He was about to draw his weapon.

But Van Helsing stretched out his hand to stop him, "Wait." ”

"Can't wait, the witch is the most cunning and insidious, she must be pretending to be weak!"

"Look at the clothes she's wearing."

Van Helsing lit a cigar and pointed at the muddy skirt with the end of his cigarette.

Zhen Xun looked at it, and the skirt on the girl's body could vaguely be recognized as a maid's uniform, not the school uniform of the Holy Concubine Women's College.

That's how the original owner was treated in the witch school.

"You're not a witch?" Zhen Xun asked uncertainly.

"I'm just their servant, huh."

Naxi pulled up her sleeves and showed them the wound on her arm, "Those witches are jealous of my beauty and torture me every day. ”

When Zhen Xun saw the wound, he immediately believed it and was full of sympathy for Nai Xi.

"Hurry up, you'll be fine, no one will torture you anymore." He walked over and picked him up.

Van Helsing remained motionless, the corners of his lips slightly curled, and he looked at the girl with interest.

Nai Xi glanced at the man and continued to act: "What should I do, I'm already homeless...... No matter how bad the witches are, they took me in as a street child...... Belch. ”

Oh.

Sorry, burped.

Van Helsing said casually, "In that case, Zhen Xun, you can take her in." ”

Zhen Xun: "Huh? Well, that's not good. ”

Happiness is written all over the face.

Nai Xi timidly looked at the man who was too tall, "I am the only survivor of the Holy Concubine Women's Academy, and the people from the Witches Association will definitely come to me." ”