Fairy’s Box

It was dark in front of him, and the road under his feet did not know where to go. When there was a glimmer of light in front of him, Derek ran over happily. Through the instant incandescent to dazzling light, an aristocratic tomb shrouded in beams appeared in front of his eyes again.

Looking at the silent tomb shrouded in white mist in front of him, a fear rose in his heart, and he wanted to escape subconsciously.

Run away, just leave and you'll be fine!

Derek turned around and was about to run, when suddenly a huge tentacle covered with sarcomas wrapped around his neck in an instant. The cold touch was cold to the bone marrow.

The tentacles held him firmly in place, unable to move at all, and kept tightening. Soon, the man rolled his eyes in fear and despair.

In a trance, Derek saw the grave turned upside down with the ground, and the accomplice who was left alone in the cemetery appeared in front of him with a very miserable scene.

Will squirmed frantically in the dark tomb, with tentacles buds coming in and out of his eyes, ears, nose, and nose, just like a humanoid worm with his bones removed. Blood and countless ugly sticky gelatinous tentacles spewed out of the coffin, accompanied by the miserable howls of his accomplices, echoing over the empty cemetery for a long time.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Derek woke up from the dream screaming, pulled off the thin blanket wrapped around his neck, rolled his entire body under the bed like an electric shock, and panted like a dehydrated fish.

"Nightmare... it's this nightmare again."

The young man curled up by the leg of the bed, his pupils dilated, his eyes full of fear and vulnerability.

Starting from the failure of the tomb raid, for three consecutive days, Derek had the same nightmare every night. The tragic scene of Will being tortured to death by an evil spirit happened again and again in his dreams from different perspectives.

He could almost conclude that he was haunted by evil spirits.

"Old Hank... He has been in the tomb robbery business for so many years, and he can be safe. There must be a way!"

The young man found a life-saving straw in his chaotic mind, and immediately cheered up, stood up from the bed with difficulty, washed his face hastily with water, and left the house in a hurry.

Old Hank, the "expert" who has been engaged in the tomb robbery industry for many years, is also the little leader who tempted Derek to join him. His house is by the river in the western suburbs. It covers a small area. It looks like there are Chen spots all over it, which is inconspicuous at all, but the interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

Derek was envious of his rich wealth, and he agreed to join the team for a while, but unexpectedly encountered such a terrible incident for the first time.

...

On the river bank in the western suburbs, it is in a luxurious house with a layout.

Old Hank was wearing a sacrificial robe bought at a high price from the clergy, with more than a dozen beautifully shaped crosses pinned to his waist, and sat in the living room with blood-red eyes.

There was a bottle of Highland whisky on the small round table in front of him. There was only half of the wine left in the bottle. At the bottom of the tall and thin wine bottle was a short sword with rust spots - this was from the ancient city of Shechem. The bronze short sword dug out of the battlefield ruins is said to have the blessing of a certain saint on it, which can ward off evil spirits.

To steal money from the dead all the year round, saying that you are not afraid of revenge by evil spirits, is to deceive fools, and the Highland Kingdom is not Rosvia, and the revenge of evil spirits does not follow the basic law at all.

Therefore, after they get rich, they often spend a lot of money to hire guards to protect themselves.

You get what you get for every penny, and the personal guard will definitely work. No matter how terrifying evil spirits are provoked, if you can hire a natural disaster knight, you will definitely sit back and relax for the rest of your life.

As for "sacred artifact" and "evil warding props"...Old Hank doesn't know what other people think, but at least he thinks it works.

"Damn, that feeling is coming again."

Old Hank scolded himself as if he was talking to himself, reached out and grabbed the bottle, took a sip, and then kept looking around the room nervously.

As a senior tomb robber who has been crawling and rolling in various tombs all the year round, although he is not very good at mixing, his perception of danger and maliciousness is much sharper than ordinary people.

After returning from the Trevis family's cemetery, the old tomb robber has been feeling restless, as if he was being targeted by something, and the nightmares continued. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was the scene of Will's miserable struggle before his death.

Inferring from past experience, Old Hank knew that he was mostly entangled, and this time the feeling was particularly strong. The feeling of death was like a circle of cold low air pressure, always surrounding his body.

Therefore, the old tomb robber took out all the sacred artifacts accumulated over the years and armed himself to the teeth. He slept during the day, the candles illuminated the room brightly at night, and he recited the Bible all night for three days in a row, but nothing happened.

However, although the evil spirit did not appear, the old Hank's body couldn't take it anymore. If he continued to toss like this, it would probably take him less than a week before he would follow him into the coffin.

In fact, the best way is to surrender, but old Hank is not reconciled. Although he is not as good as other colleagues, he is still rich with illegal income, and there is even the possibility of being washed into the upper class.

Just giving up everything and dying alone in prison is more uncomfortable for him than death.

In desperation, the old tomb robber just wanted to fight against the evil spirits. He had so many sacred body protectors, he would not lose if he wanted to, and he would be free if he killed it!

After making up his mind, old Hank has been sitting in the living room, waiting for the evil spirit of the Trevis family to appear.

click!

The door suddenly rang softly, and the old tomb robber became vigilant. He pulled out a bronze dagger from the table, walked over lightly, and suddenly opened the door.

The sky outside the door was dim and empty, with green lichen underfoot, two palm trees swaying in the wind to the left and right, and the empty courtyard was dead silent.

He glanced at the front of the house opposite, the brown-red wooden door was closed, like a silent mouth.

A sudden gust of wind hit the old Hank, which made old Hank's hair go horrified. He resisted the urge to escape and looked up at the sky, only to see black clouds looming and rolling uneasy, and a torrential rain seemed to be coming. Even the cold wind made waves, constantly fiddling with the branches of the nearby trees, making a hoarse whimper.

After waiting for a while, the old tomb robber stood until his hands and feet became numb. Finally, he didn't wait for the evil spirit to show up. He could only take a rest first, and sail the ship carefully.

After carefully closing the door, old Hank lit all the candles once again. The bright candlelight dispelled all the shadows in the room and suppressed the fear in his heart slightly.

He held the bronze dagger in his arms and squinted for a while, but he slept vigilantly.

About half an hour later, the old tomb robber heard the door of the wooden house slamming, and he instantly broke into a cold sweat and immediately woke up.

dong dong dong - dong dong dong!

The door of the house was shaking, and something was clearly knocking on the door panel from the outside.

Old Hank's throat trembled twice, and his eyes turned to the round table beside him. Seeing that there was still a little residue in the whisky, he immediately picked up the bottle like a treasure, raised his neck and drank it.

Get rid of it and you will be free!

Borrowing his courage, the old tomb robber took out the bronze dagger from his arms, held it tightly in his hand, dashed behind the door in three or two steps, opened the latch at once, and stood at the entrance, waiting for the evil spirit to break in.

Snapped--!

The door was pushed open at once, and the cold wind whistled to extinguish half of the candlelight. At the same time, a dark shadow poured into the room with the yellow skylight:

"Old Hank, are you there?"

The bronze dagger that the old tomb stabbed halfway through suddenly stopped in the middle. After seeing the pale face of the visitor, he spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the floor:

"Damn, how could it be you?"

"I am afraid."

After Derek saw him, his heart was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement, and he quickly said in a hoarse voice:

"I've been having nightmares for the past few days about Will's death... The coffin keeps spewing dark red blood, and the creepy tentacles... I'm going crazy, really, help me!"

"Come in and talk!"

Old Hank took a careful look at the sky outside the door, then closed the door, re-attached the latch, and led Derek back into the living room.

"Nightmare, darkness, numbness... Will was skinned... struggling like a worm in the tomb... You can't imagine what it was like." Derek followed closely behind him, speaking incoherently. Describe his nightmare.

"I know."

The old tomb robber held up a copper bifurcated candlestick, relit the candles one by one, and then stared at him with bloodshot eyes:

"Because I've been having the same dream as you these days."

"..." The young man suddenly widened his mouth and stood frozen in place like a puppet.

"I know the purpose of your coming, but unfortunately, I am also unable to protect myself."

Old Hank walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, took out two bottles of whiskey, took a sip from the cork, and handed the other batch to Derek.

"what should we do?"

The young man took the wine bottle with trembling all over his body, trying to imitate the other party to use his mouth to open the cork, but he suddenly hit his teeth and covered his cheeks in pain.

"I don't know either... the best way should be to surrender, but... I can't do that." The old tomb robber held the bronze dagger in his palm, rubbed his fingers against the rust spots on the blade, showing a helpless expression .

"Yes, I don't want to go to jail either."

Derek echoed, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said anxiously and quickly:

"Let's run away, leave the Highland Kingdom, go to Roseville, go to Shechem, or simply go to the Pope! I don't believe that evil spirits can chase us across the ocean!"

"It's really a way..."

Old Hank thought about it and felt that it was obviously a better way to escape to the other side of the sea than to stay here and fight the evil spirit desperately.

Seeing that the other party agreed to his method, Derek opened his mouth and was about to urge him to leave quickly, but unexpectedly the door behind him rattled strangely.

creak creak creak creak creak creak!

The door panel opened a little bit, and the sound was very **** the ears, like a lumber saw, bit by bit cutting through the inner defense of the two tomb robbers.

"How is this going?"

The young man glanced at the old tomb robber tremblingly, and said with a dry voice, "By the way, it's very windy outside now. You must have forgotten to close the door. Now the door is pushed open by the wind."

"I remember very clearly..."

Old Hank licked his chapped lips, slowly raised the bronze sword in his hand, stared at the door, and said without looking sideways:

"I put the latch in, it's tight."

"..."

Derek thumped and sat on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't say a word.

The door opened halfway, and suddenly stopped, the dim yellow light from the outside squeezed in through the gap, and a long and narrow yellow light spot was printed on the carpet.

A sense of coolness wrapped around their bodies like vines from the soles of their feet. Old Hank felt as if he had suffered a stroke, and the two hands holding the bronze dagger trembled uncontrollably.

The young man hugged his arms tightly, the boss with his mouth open, his eyes wandering back and forth on the door panel and the old tomb robber.

tick tock...tick tock...

The dark red blood slid along the crack of the door and fell to the floor. In the sight of the two of them, a **** hand gradually rested on the edge of the door. Then, half of the bright red face poked out from behind the door a little bit, and below, a dark eye stared straight at old Hank.

There is no skin on this half of the face, and the blood vessels and muscles are exposed to the air, like thick earthworms crawling, and in the dim light, it glows with bright red blood.

"It's Will!"

The moment he blurted out, Derek's brain was numb for a while, his pupils were raised, and he almost fainted.

"Will, don't blame us! We couldn't do anything either, you were crazy at that time. You remember, I tried my best to stop you, but you were completely out of control at the time... We were completely forced!"

Old Hank spoke in a hurry and fast, and at the same time took out a piece of holy relic to protect him in front of him, trying to stop the other party's pace.

But the **** figure was still advancing, completely ignoring the power of the "sacred object", stepping out one dark red footprint after another, slowly approaching the old tomb robber who had collapsed to throw the sacred object.

"Don't come, don't come, don't come!"

The old tomb robber frantically tore off the cross, and then threw it at the evil spirit, but aside from the sound of landing, the protective treasure he had hoped for did not play the slightest role.

The **** body stiffly raised his right hand, and the peristalsis of muscles and tendons could be clearly seen, and a few small brown tentacles disappeared in the yellow-white lymphoid tissue.

"do not come!"

Old Hank quickly threw all the protective props on his body. After finding that it didn't work at all, he turned around in despair and tried to flee, but he tripped over the bottle cap he had spit out earlier.

The evil spirit then leaned down, his **** right hand pointed towards the opponent's face, and at the moment of approaching, a bright arrow-shaped light beam instantly charged towards it, hitting the evil spirit's chest and bursting into pieces. Countless tiny rays of light blasted it out of the door at once.