Fairy’s Box

In the western suburbs of Edinburgh, there is a private noble cemetery.

The family size that can build a cemetery on the outskirts of the capital of the Highland Kingdom is naturally not bad. Although it seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time, you can still see the once magnificent layout. The column corridor with Mediterranean style surrounds the entire cemetery. It forms a strange hybrid style with the rows of cross-shaped tombstones in the vast courtyard.

Even if they believed in the catholic religion that ascended to heaven after death, Celtic nobles were accustomed to bury a lot of luxury goods when they rested. Because of maintaining such a custom, some lowly educated people who lacked education and morality would always focus on these belongings belonging to the dead.

They can skillfully use professional tools to dig up the secret room where the deceased lives, disturb the sleep of the deceased immorally, and then loot those precious funerary items, laundering them into legal income through various channels.

During the reign of the Fannon Dynasty, such things were not uncommon. After the dynasty was destroyed by the strong enemy in the south and the ruling order collapsed, these scum living in the darkness naturally became more reckless.

There are even old people who have faked their death because they have been stripped of their burial objects, and then died of anger.

From the first time such a thing happened, the officers and the Pandoragon dynasty, which gradually established its rule, quickly carried out a series of countermeasures against this phenomenon. Including rebuilding urban and rural guards, cracking down on underground banks, offering huge rewards to tomb robbers, and subsidizing the salaries of tomb guards.

Up to now, the cemetery in the Highland Kingdom has gradually returned to its former tranquility, but this does not mean that the tomb robbers have given up their old jobs.

The area of ​​the aristocratic cemetery in front of him is not small. If you include the surrounding gardens, it will be even bigger. It is unrealistic to expect an old drunkard who stepped into the coffin to guard the cemetery, but who made him the local sheriff Xiaotou. The purpose of the uncle.

At the entrance of the cemetery, the old gravekeeper squatted and rested by a bonfire, with a piece of half-cooked bacon on a wooden stick in his hand, and a medium-sized wine barrel on his left.

In the gloomy cemetery for a long time, no matter how lively and active people are, they will become taciturn, and the same is true of the old tomb keeper. He is roasting dinner silently, without saying a word, only the sound of wood burning and cracking is left in the air. .

A cloud of clouds covered the bright moonlight tonight, and the cemetery in the distance was soon shrouded in darkness, and the night became the best camouflage for the stalkers.

A few nimble figures quickly climbed over the wall and slipped into the cemetery. At the exit hundreds of yards apart, the elderly tomb keeper had already poured wine with joy, and did not notice any visitors in the dark night. .

But this is also the luck of the tomb keeper, because even if he finds something, he can't stop everything that is about to happen next.

The tomb robbers carefully observed the tombs they passed, and finally turned their attention to the latest tomb. Although there are not too many ornate decorations in front of this tomb, a tombstone inlaid with gold thread inscriptions still reveals what the deceased had before his death. status and wealth.

A short epitaph was engraved on the tombstone. With the moonlight in the sky after the clouds drifted, the tomb robbers could see the inscription:

"He slept here, embracing the goddess of the night and Fengjo."

"Goddess Hei Ye and Feng Rang... How come I've never heard of this god?"

The youngest tomb robber seemed a little nervous, and from time to time he turned his attention to the exit of the cemetery, for fear that a ferocious urban and rural guard would suddenly appear there.

"Calm down, there is only an old alcoholic who is deaf and blind. He may not be able to hear you singing the dolphin sound here. I have already found out."

The most burly tomb robber stared at the golden thread on the tombstone, with greed and longing in his eyes, and couldn't help licking his lips:

"As for the goddess of the night... no matter what **** she is, I only care how much treasure is in his tomb."

"Not less."

The eldest tomb robber seems to be quite familiar with this cemetery, as Shu Jiazhen introduced:

"This is the cemetery of the Trevis family. It used to be the most famous family in the western suburbs. Unfortunately, the whole family was killed because of the revolt against the restoration of the Pandoragon Dynasty. The old man who guarded the tomb had no master behind it, and he was completely dependent on the government to pay salaries. This means that Even if we were looted, no one would come to trouble us."

"Then what are we waiting for, hurry up!"

The burly tomb robber took a shovel from behind, spit two saliva into his hands, and then shoveled it into the raised tomb.

"I always feel that this is not good... Can we... Can we just take one or two grave goods and re-bury the rest with the deceased?" The young tomb robber seemed to be robbing a tomb for the first time. But the threshold of conscience.

"Shut up! If you don't want to do it, then get out now."

The older tomb robber glared at him, then took off the shovel from behind, walked to the opposite side of his accomplice, skillfully found the edge of the tomb, and quickly dug along the edge.

In the end, the little grave robber had to untie the shovel, lift up his sleeves, and start to dig the grave with his accomplices. For every shovel of dirt he digs, his strong accomplice usually has five shovels, and yet the little grave robber is still sweating from exhaustion.

"Are you a man like this? Haven't you always wanted to marry a beautiful girl from Rosavia? Let me tell you, it's no better than our Celtic women. The girls there are fierce. With your physique, you can't survive it. You have to die suddenly on the wedding night." While digging, the burly tomb robber also made fun of his accomplices from time to time.

"Be quiet! Don't let passersby hear you."

The old tomb robber has a cautious style, and from time to time he will listen to the movements of his hands and the movements around the cemetery.

The coffin of the owner of the tomb was buried deep, about nine feet underground, which was still an amazing depth for old tomb robbers who had seen various tombs. This obviously made the tomb robbers suffer a lot, but the more they did, the more excited they became. Because often only tombs with extremely precious collections are buried so deep.

"Boom", the little grave robber's shovel obviously hit something.

"Finally dug out, what kind of treasure is hidden, to bury the coffin so deeply." The burly tomb robber crawled out of the tomb, panting heavily with a shovel.

"Secret means precious, maybe we can get a surprise this time." The old tomb robber stood on the mound and looked at the coffin below: "Hurry up and take out the things immediately."

The little tomb thief looked at the tombstone lying on the ground, and the epitaph on it—he slept here, embracing the night and the goddess Feng Rang.

Suddenly, a icy cold wind blew past, as if a cold and sticky tentacle slid across his back, and together with the sky covered by dark clouds once again, he felt a bit of chilling coldness in the deep summer night.

"God bless... God bless me..." The little tomb robber looked around nervously, and kept drawing words on his chest.

At this moment, his two companions had already jumped into the tomb along the ropes, and a fine nanmu coffin appeared in front of them, 7 feet long and 3 feet wide, three times the size of a normal coffin.

The two tomb robbers glanced at each other, and they could see the surprise from the other's swollen eyes. How much more can there be buried in such a large coffin?

"Eh? Why are the patterns on the coffin so strange?"

The old tomb robber seemed to have found something out of the ordinary. He leaned down and wiped away a piece of mud covering the coffin with his hands. It was found that the surface of the coffin was engraved with many twisted and obscure patterns, which seemed to be overlapping tentacles, entangled with each other, and just looking at it, one could feel a cold and sticky malicious pavement coming.

"It's really weird."

Another tomb robber also showed a suspicious expression. The Highland Kingdom has been influenced by Catholic culture all the year round. In order to get closer to the kingdom of heaven after death, many people like to carve the patterns of angels and holy objects on the coffin.

Even if there are no traditional Kael people influenced by Catholic culture, they like to engrave family emblems or swords to ward off evil spirits. Few people accompany themselves with such scalp-numbing images.

"There might be something wrong with this coffin..."

The experienced old tomb robber narrowed his eyes. Unlike the two accomplices, he was a tomb robber who had seen the world and knew which coffins could be dug and which coffins could not be dug.

"No way... How can there be so many problematic coffins..." The burly tomb robber stared at the coffin with fear, and although he said he didn't believe it, his body still took a half step back.

"Let me see again..."

With a bit of luck, the old tomb robber approached the coffin again, wiped off all the dirt on the coffin lid, and then carefully observed the structure of the coffin.

Like most side-opening coffins, this one has an irregular hexagon shape with a dazzling dark red rune in the middle, which seems to be a religious pattern.

When the old tomb robber wiped away the dirt on the coffin, his two accomplices were obviously taken aback, and the blood-red characters under the moonlight showed a mysterious color.

"It seems that there is really something wrong with this coffin."

The old tomb robber stared at the characters on the coffin lid, and after a moment of silence, a determined expression appeared on his face: "We can't steal this coffin, otherwise it might cause a disaster."

"Disaster? What disaster is greater than starvation?"

The burly tomb robber stared at the group of characters, and his spirit and soul were firmly absorbed by it in an instant, and there was an urge to open the coffin.

This man, who was originally extremely greedy and impetuous, couldn't restrain this impulse at all, he stepped in front of the coffin, and lifted the top of the coffin with his hands. but found that the coffin lid was firmly nailed to death

"what are you doing?"

The old tomb robber didn't expect his accomplices to be so crazy, so he hurriedly paid money to stop him: "There is obviously something wrong with this coffin, are you dying?"

"I don't care! I want money! I want money!!!"

The other party was panting like an angry bull, his skin was flushed with a strange red tide, and there were blue veins that were wriggling and expanding, and with a slight push, he slapped his accomplice against the wall of the tomb.

boom--!

The body of the old tomb robber slammed into the wall of the tomb all of a sudden, raised his head with a wailing, and noticed that his accomplices had gone mad enough to start tearing the lid of the coffin with his bare hands, completely ignoring the splash of blood and flesh, his face suddenly filled with unbelievable horror.

"He's crazy! What do we do?"

The little tomb thief had never seen such a scene before, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Pull me up quickly!"

The old tomb robber hurriedly grabbed the rope hanging from above, called his accomplices to cooperate with him, and climbed up at the fastest speed.

"well!"

The young man used all his strength, gritted his teeth and pulled the rope, pulling the disgraced accomplice out of the tomb.

"Come on!"

The old tomb robber turned over to the tomb, and without saying a word, grabbed the tomb robber's arm and ran away:

"This kind of coffin is likely to hide evil spirits. Once it is released, we are all finished! Run! The sooner the better!"

The little tomb robber hurriedly followed behind his accomplices, and his face became paler as he listened to the animal howls in the tomb behind him:

"We're gone, what will he do?"

"He's finished!" The old tomb robber answered decisively.

Tomb **, the tomb robber frantically pulled the coffin lid with his fingers, and soon his hands were bloody, but he didn't seem to feel the pain at all. Instead, he gripped the coffin lid even more excitedly and frantically, trying to lift it up.

"Hahaha, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get rich!"

His expression twisted and he laughed, the strength on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he seemed to see countless treasures waving to him in a trance.

Ding--!

The coffin nails kept loosening in the tremor, and suddenly they all flew out automatically, and a gray smoke spewed out the moment the coffin was opened.

Snapped--!

The coffin lid was heavily smashed at the bottom of the pit, and in the luxurious coffin, a corpse that had already deformed was completely exposed to the air, but its appearance was completely different from that of the general dead.

The surface of the corpse lying in the coffin formed a shell similar to flesh and blood tissue, as if a layer of flesh and blood skin was poured over the head of the limb, wrapping the body of the deceased into a mass of flesh and blood. .

"Huh? What the **** is this?"

After seeing the things in the coffin, as if some kind of restraint was loosened, the tomb robber's mind calmed down in a trance.

"What's the matter? It hurts me!"

The man raised his hands tremblingly, looking at his flesh and blood, he could almost see the hands of bones, his face was full of fear and pain:

"My hand! What happened to my hand? How did my hand become like this?"

Soon, he noticed the coffin lid on the ground, trembling all over, he turned his eyes to the coffin in front of him, and the dark red and black blood flowed silently from the coffin.

Thousands of brown granulation buds, like countless tiny arms, crawled out of the coffin along the bloodstream, and quickly covered the small sky above the tomb.

"Help... help!"

At the moment when this mournful howl was exhaled, countless brown granulation buds covered the tomb robber's body.