Fairy’s Box

In the wilderness where the night wind was whimpering, the camel car drove forward with the sound of its wheels, and the scenery on both sides of the car window was drawn into blurred lines and quickly retreated.

In the carriage, the curious Guoguorilla was like a sparrow, tired of being beside the two of them, chatting non-stop.

"Where have you all been on adventures, what monsters have you encountered specifically, and what is your current annual income? Can you reveal a little bit?"

"Why do these terrifying evil spirits listen to you, do you have a unique secret that you can teach me?"

"You are so powerful, you shouldn't be short of money, right? Is going to the Snakov Monastery really for treasure?"

...

Under the constant mental bombardment of the brown-haired girl, Yale and Bruno finally couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief when they arrived at the Snakov Monastery late at night.

But when they got off the carriage and saw the whole picture of the monastery for the first time, the sigh of relief they had just lifted up again.

Right in front of the road, under the silvery white moonlight, an old and majestic covered dome-style building rises from the ground, the standard Eastern Mediterranean style, with a concave 35-degree streamline, and the blue glazed windows reflect the full moon. The luster is particularly dazzling.

The exterior of the building complex is a one-story gray-green rock brick wall, which spreads infinitely toward the horizon on the left and right sides, and the naked eye can't see the end.

Looking up the tower of the tallest building in the monastery, several heavy clouds floated in the deep space, surrounded by the full moon like a cushion, and the sharp top of the tower pierced deeply into the sea of ​​clouds.

Outside the abyss-like trapezoidal stone gate of the Snakov Monastery, piles of bonfires were lit, and a large number of dome-shaped tents spread in circles, which almost did not contain the monastery.

A large number of miscellaneous mercenaries held torches, and the dots of fire were connected together, like a fire dragon coiling around the walls of the Yusnakov Monastery.

This group of people blocked the open door of the monastery, their faces eager to try, as if they were afraid of something.

"We're here, you two should go, be careful along the way."

The black-haired knight glanced at Guoguorilla, whose face was still full of interest, waved goodbye, and walked to the Snakov Monastery side by side with the silver-haired boy.

Looking at their distant backs, the brown-haired girl showed a mixture of regret and frustration, lowered her head in frustration, and sighed weakly:

"It's a pity, I didn't ask anything along the way."

"Maybe there is some special reason why they don't want to be known."

With a thoughtful expression on his face, Ciel looked away from behind them and landed on the dead camel carriage, his face instantly pale:

"I think what we need to consider now is how to leave safely in this strange car..."

"..."

Guoguorella glanced at the silent evil spirit on the driver's seat, and she couldn't help but feel a tingling in her scalp.

In front of the gate of the monastery, the mercenaries spontaneously made way for them, with strange smiles on their faces, and looked at the two with a playful look.

Yalei and Bruno went straight through the passage that the group gave way, walked to the huge trapezoidal stone door, suddenly stopped, and turned to face the crowd:

"This interior is a closed space, not where you should come. It doesn't make sense to stay here for a long time. It's better to leave early."

"You go in and you die too."

A middle-aged mercenary in dirty leather armor with sunken eyes stared at him coldly, raised his thumb and turned his fist upside down, made a contemptuous gesture, and spit heavily toward the ground.

"..."

The black-haired knight's eyes narrowed, and a white light streak flashed in the air, hitting one of his thumbs straight.

呲——!

A miserable howl suddenly sounded in the night sky, and the mercenaries subconsciously crowded and retreated, leaving only a middle-aged mercenary holding his right hand and wailing.

...

"You ruined his right hand?"

"It's just scalding, I'm measured."

After asking and answering, the two entered the gate of the Snakov Monastery side by side.

Under the night, the old and quiet monastery looked dark, and the cold wind rolled up dead leaves and floated silently in the gray vestibule, setting off a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Looking around, the vestibule of the Snakov Monastery was full of weeds, and even the cracks in the wall tiles of the dry fountain were full of weeds.

A huge palm grows in the center of the vestibule, and the lush branches and leaves hang down to the ground, covering almost all the buildings behind.

The silver-haired boy closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, frowned and said:

"There are a lot of power fluctuations left here. Besides us, it seems that many people have come in."

"After all, it's just a closed space. At best, it can only scare the group of low-level mercenaries." The black-haired knight walked in front of Bruno, looking carefully at the surrounding scenery, and responded softly.

In the vestibule of the entire monastery, there is a sense of desolation that has been lacking in people for a long time.

In contrast to the tall buildings in front, the vestibule has a low feeling. Most of the space is blocked by the dark palm branches and leaves, and the moonlight is sparse.

In an aisle clearly penetrated by a powerful hole, a cobweb has already formed.

"One blow penetrated a distance of fifty yards, either a high-level mage or a warrior above the natural disaster level."

Standing in front of the branches and leaves of the palm tree, Yale commented on a wall that had been pierced in front of him through the dense spider web.

"Let's ask this guy."

Bruno pointed to the left front and walked over quickly.

There, under the knotted rhizome of the palm tree, there was an evil spirit with half its head missing and bound by the branches, turning its only movable head numbly.

"Are you sure the evil spirit with half a head can understand you?" The black-haired knight followed.

"Hey, let me ask you something."

The silver-haired boy raised his left hand and condensed a cold ice sword against the evil spirit's 360-degree head, and asked with a frown:

"How many people have been here before us?"

The evil spirit didn't seem to notice his existence at all, just twisted his neck and turned around in the opposite direction.

"She seems to have just died not long ago, and has not come out of the moment of death." Bruno noticed its own corpse next to the evil spirit, and found that the corpse had not begun to rot, and the time of death should not exceed two days.

"Never mind it, let's move on."

The black-haired knight waved a white flame with his left hand, burning all the dense spider webs in the aisle on the right, and then strode inside.

"All right."

Bruno glanced at the evil spirit regretfully, then threw the ice sword in his hand and followed the footsteps of his companions.

After entering the depths of the aisle, the two found a large number of evil spirits one after another. Some of them were hanging on the tree, some were wrapped around the rhizomes, and some were partially buried in the soil. They were strange and scary.

"The corpses are all fresh, and they all seem to be low-level mercenaries who tried to rush in during this time."

The silver-haired boy looked away from the face of an evil spirit buried in the ground with only his head exposed, resting his chin in his left hand, calmly analyzed:

"But this ratio is really abnormal. Generally speaking, the probability of becoming an evil spirit after death is only one in a thousand - even if this is a closed space."

"Perhaps... this is one of the abilities of the ancestor of the vampire, grab it, and all problems will be solved." Yale continued to move forward without rushing, stepping over a rotten arm, and replied lightly .

The black-haired knight and Bruno walked through the aisle. In front of it was a long and narrow corridor. It was pitch-black and had no lights. It had the feeling of an underground passage.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the empty corridor, and they continued to spread far away. On the left and right sides was a room with collapsed walls. Only the nameplates scattered with the bricks and stones showed a faint cold light.

In the extreme silence, some bizarre sound came into their ears, it sounded like a group of people screaming somewhere far away, as unstable as the reflection in the ripples.

"Did you hear that?" the silver-haired boy asked in a low voice.

"I heard it, but I can't determine the location." Yale stopped suddenly after answering his companion's question.

He found that the floor on the ground in front of him was still wet, with clear water trails extending to twenty steps away, then abruptly interrupted and disappeared out of thin air.

"What's this?" Bruno also noticed the water trail.

"Go and see."

As the black-haired knight said, he quickened his pace and walked to the position where the water trail disappeared.

As soon as he approached, there was a creaking sound next to him, and the rotten decorative panels on the side walls were constantly bulging, deforming, and bubbling up one after another. Then, a large number of cockroaches drilled out from under the decorative board like a black tide.

"Could it be that someone was splashed with water and then dragged away by a big cockroach?"

While talking to himself, Ale took a slight step forward.

This step snapped, a clear dent appeared on the ground, and a mass of white flames exploded directly from the dent, spreading in a radiant shape instantly, burning all the cockroaches to coke in their breath.

"..."

The silver-haired boy covered his mouth, trying to keep himself from paying attention to the remains of the cockroach. He turned his eyes to a hole in the wall and saw a faint flash of light.

"Ale! Lighting!" Bruenor jumped over the charred remains of the cockroach and approached the glowing hole.

"What did you find?"

The black-haired knight immediately raised his fingertips, lit a ball of light, and walked to the silver-haired boy.

The white light shines on the hole, and the black hole suddenly reflects a light, which makes the two feel extremely dazzling.

"It seems to be some metal."

Bruno was about to reach for it, but halfway through, Yale grabbed his arm and said calmly:

"let me."

The black-haired knight and his companion took two steps back, a light mark split between his brows, and with a light shot, a metal rose was sucked out by him.

Holding the metal rose in his hand, Yale stretched out the index finger of the other hand, followed the petals all the way to the stem, and found that the end was unusually sharp:

"It's a weapon."

"Weapons? Using roses as weapons... Really..."

The silver-haired boy stuck out his tongue, showing an incomprehensible expression.

"It must be a narcissistic person. It should be one of the characters who entered this closed space before us." The black-haired knight kneaded the metal rose into a scrap of iron and threw it into the corner.

"Hey, this room...seems to be well preserved."

Bruno noticed the room next to the hole at this time. Different from the dilapidated walls around this room, not only the walls were well preserved, but even the door was not completely rotted.

"This room... gives me a very unpleasant feeling." At the same time as Yale spoke, he swung a gust of wind pressure from the air, smashing the decaying wooden door.

As soon as the door was broken open, a strong smell of blood rushed to the face. The two held their breaths at the same time and cautiously entered the room.

The bed curtains in this room were drawn, so the whole room was dark, and even the smell of blood could not cover up the musty smell.

Yale lit a ball of white light, walked to the curtain, and pulled hard, tearing the almost weathered curtain into fly ash, the thick dust scattered from the space, Bruno coughed a few times.

The black-haired knight turned and walked towards a large bed in the center of the room. The bed was covered with a blackened tarpaulin, and the moonlight from the window sparsely shone in. He saw that something seemed to move on the edge of the cloth.

"There's something in there."

Bruenor condensed an ice spear, and from a few yards away, lifted the tarpaulin.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted a corner, he saw a withered hand. There was only a layer of gray-brown skin on the fingers, and the blood vessels on the back of the hands were unusually clear, and blood was seeping from the gaps between the fingers. This hand kept lying outwards, blood dripped across the sheets and splashed on the ground drop by drop.

"..."

Yale walked to the couch in silence, reached out and grabbed the shriveled hand, and pulled it hard.

Snapped--!

An arm was pulled out by him like this, and there was an eye on the biceps of the arm. After seeing the black-haired knight, the eye suddenly widened, and there were strands of blood protruding.

The arm was cramping crazily in his hand like a giant worm. After struggling to no avail, the eyeball suddenly burst open, and the whole shriveled arm turned into blood and slipped from Yale's fingers.

"Blood water is cold and not poisonous."

The black-haired knight threw off the blood in his hand, stepped forward, and kicked the whole big bed sideways.

Right below the couch, there was a pitch-black hole. The moment he kicked the big bed, Bruno could clearly see a few arms, like a mouse that had seen the light, got into the hole.

The silver-haired boy stood there with a pale face, looked into the depths of the void, and said coldly, "It's disgusting... It's more disgusting than those big cockroaches."

"Have you seen this phenomenon before?" Yale exhaled a deep breath and asked solemnly.

"Never." Bruno shook his head and replied word by word.