Fairy’s Box

Thinking about it carefully, it is a strange thing in itself that there are people calling for help in this ghost place.

Yale retracted his falcon sword, walked to the edge of the pond, and put his hand into the water. He thought it was still an illusion, but the scalding touch of the water told him that it was a real pond.

What is this? A man-eating pond? Pool water or scalding hot water?

The black-haired knight thought about it for a while, and decided to go into the water to see what happened. At this time, a strong wind blew across the deserted courtyard, and he heard a series of strange noises from the dilapidated mansion.

The sound seemed to come from a distant cave, with a hollow echo, getting closer and closer.

At first, there was an indistinct thumping echo, and soon it turned into a tick-tock-tick collision. Yale finally heard it clearly. It was obviously the sound of a horse's hoof!

Have you been involved in the subspace, or have you entered a fantasy world by mistake?

The black-haired knight glanced around with a headache, and his eyes finally stopped on the surface of the clear pond. The corners of his mirrored lips, which were expressionless in the water, were slightly raised, showing him a strange smile.

Yale immediately touched his mouth, obviously not smiling, but when he turned his eyes to the water again, a sudden change occurred! The mirror image began to age rapidly, and in just two or three seconds, he changed from an energetic young man to a rickety, dying old man.

Strange tree...strange pool...if I'm not mistaken, the next thing should be...

A comprehension rose in his heart, and he vaguely captured the key point. Before he had time to ponder, a cool breeze blew through the back of his neck, and the back of his neck was itchy.

Turning around, under the dark and hollow night, a strange evil thing shrouded in black smoke is staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, looking at himself coldly, a kind of erratic cold bass Into the ears along the cool breeze:

"Go back! Go back!"

The icy voice became clearer and more piercing, while the evil thing wrapped in the black smoke kept moving away. Yalei quickly chased after him and finally found something that was still alive, how could he just let it go like this Ran.

In the blink of an eye, the evil thing wrapped in smoke sank into the arch, as if being swallowed by this dilapidated mansion, spewing out a cold fragmented black mist, and disappeared completely.

The black-haired knight rushed into the hall of the mansion and looked around. There was no furniture in the whole dilapidated hall, and it was covered with spider webs and moss. The ceiling was covered with gaps of various sizes, the bright crystal lamps fell to the ground, and the shattered glass **** rolled all over the black floor.

Including Yale himself, the whole space was a gray-black tone, and the empty window frame just slanted down a piece of silver moonlight, with a long and narrow shadow under his feet extending to the wall.

Inside the hollowed-out wall, there was a kerosene lamp, emitting a flickering pale white light.

The more the black-haired knight looked at the lamp, the more suspicious it became, so he ignored it and walked down the spiral staircase to the second floor, and soon had to retreat.

Because he found that the further he moved toward the interior of the mansion, the dimmer the light became. When he reached the second floor, he could not see things clearly with his eyesight.

Reluctantly, he picked up the kerosene lamp, and Yalei left the second floor of the mansion again. With the light, he entered a messy lounge. On the stone pillar between the two floor-to-ceiling windows, the stone animal head was staring straight at the edge. Staring at himself.

"Sebastian?" The black-haired knight asked tentatively.

"Go back! Go back!" It spurted icy airflow from its mouth, and rushed forward with a rotten smell.

"Isn't this nonsense, I'm trying to find a way to go back now!"

Looking at Sebastian with a sullen face, even though he knew that the two stone heads might be different, Yale was still annoyed. He simply stepped forward, lifted his leg and smashed the stone pillar. Take it off again.

Then he walked out from the side door on the left. He carried the kerosene lamp and walked straight forward. He walked along the corridor to the stairs leading to the third floor, but now the stairs have completely collapsed and piled up into several pieces. hill.

Who says you can't go upstairs without stairs?

For the black-haired knight, the collapsed stairs were just a small problem, with the stone animal head between his arms and a kerosene lamp in the same hand. He jumped onto the wall flexibly, pierced the wall with one hand, climbed up quickly, and quickly entered the top floor.

In the moonlight shining through the glazed vault to the floor, several thin black figures were slowly moving in the empty bedroom, dragging neatly cut stone slabs behind them and transporting them to the half-stacked tomb in the space.

There were also a few thinner black figures who were using tools to polish the slate. Strangely, there was no sound in the whole room, and the heavy slates were as silent as their long and narrow shadows.

A tomb that hasn't been built yet? Could it be that I went back to the past?

A ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in Yalei's heart, and was then denied by himself. If the mansion in the past was so dilapidated, who made it look like it is now?

The Earl of Beverly?

Or is it that this mansion was not written by him at all, but was built earlier and was just used and transformed by the scholar mage?

The black-haired knight walked over to the shadow in confusion, poked its head with his hand, and passed through the virtual image as expected.

It's definitely a fantasy...

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and smashed the moss-covered glass window with a kerosene lamp. The cold air rushed in, and a crow screamed suddenly from above.

A few black feathers fell down along the hazy moonlight. Yalei stretched out his hand to hold the feathers and looked down at the scenery below. There was no one around.

On the west side of the grassy lawn under the moonlight, only ugly fruit trees can be seen, and then looking at the other end of these fruit trees, there is a bay of clear water. Directly below the mansion, the evil creature shrouded in black smoke was staring at him from the bottom up with blood-red eyes.

Dryads... Dead Springs... Nightmares... and... deserted houses.

There was an obscure understanding in the black-haired knight's heart. Could it be that the source of these curses was originally derived from a curse a long time ago?

Is the source and core of Glamorgan's curse hidden in the subspace where he is?

When Yale thought of this, the fragrance of grass and trees suddenly filled his nose, and the dazzling sun suddenly rose from the mountains in the distance.

The dazzling light made the black-haired knight uncomfortable for a while, but the warm feeling told him that his environment had changed again.