Fairy’s Box

After a moment's absence, old Hank turned his attention to a bone arrow on the floor. This bone arrow looked very inconspicuous.

This is one of the many sacred objects collected by the tomb robbers. I can't remember where they bought them, but thanks to the Lord Yahweh, at least one of his collections is genuine, and it works!

Old Hank hurriedly rushed over, picked up the bone arrow, put it in the sacrificial robe and hid it close to his heart, and then picked up the sacred objects he had thrown one by one - the objects were fake, but the above The gold gem is real.

"what happened?"

Derek finally came back to his senses, looking at the empty courtyard with only swaying leaves, rubbed his eyes forcefully, his face full of doubts:

"Could it be that I had hallucinations!?"

"Shut up, you incompetent and gutless bastard!"

The old tomb robber gave him a fierce look, rushed over to close the door, then ran into the bedroom quickly, and took out a woven bag from the cassette hidden under the floor.

I untied the rope tied at the end of the woven bag, accompanied by the special smell of damp paper, and bundles of banknotes tied with rubber bands were exposed to the air, all of which were Rosevia Sol with a face value of 100.

As a criminal who lives in the underground world and may be arrested at any time, Old Hank is naturally prepared to run away at any time. In addition to money, he also has a smuggling channel at the nearby pier.

"One, two, three... Twelve, yes, a total of 1.2 million soles."

After the inventory was completed, the old tomb robber re-tightened his pockets, then opened the wardrobe, took out a large suitcase, and stuffed all the cash and fake holy objects into it.

Back in the living room, he walked to his dining table, grabbed the whisky he hadn't drank before, took two sips of courage, and walked quickly towards the exit.

"Wait a minute, are you leaving?"

Derek hurriedly got up from the floor, followed closely behind the other party, and kept begging: "Take me with you, I'll do anything, please, don't leave me alone!"

"I swear, the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life is to try to pull you in!" Old Hank was furious when he heard this, kicked him away with a kick, and walked towards the door scoldingly.

"Don't do this to me!"

Derek got up from the floor, flew behind the old grave robber, and hugged his thigh tightly: "Take me with you, or I'll report you!"

"Damn!"

The old tomb thief stomped his feet angrily, looking at the unsatisfactory face of the other party, he suddenly had the urge to deal with him on the spot.

"Listen, we have to be together."

The young man quickly turned his brain cells, miraculously displayed a rare eloquence, and said in a row:

"A person always has a time of exhaustion and rest, but two are different. We can take turns to rest and take turns to guard against evil spirits! You are old, and you need someone to take care of you on the way to escape. I can treat you as my biological father. Take care of you the same way, no no, I'll recognize you as a father now! Dad!"

"Derek...Damn, you moved me."

Old Hank hesitated for a moment, then clenched his teeth sharply:

"Follow me, we really have to help each other along the way, get up!"

The old tomb robber has been running around for money all his life. I don't know if it is because he has done too many bad things, and he has never had any children under his knees. It is indeed a very regrettable thing.

Without a son, no matter how much money you make, it's useless.

Now there is a little tomb robber who wants to escape with him and recognize himself as a father... I have to admit that he is really moved - adopted son, that is also a son.

Of course, this was just one of the reasons why old Hank agreed to take the other party away. Another reason was that he was really old, and if he encountered an evil spirit again, it would be hard for him to get lucky again.

Now there is someone following him. Although he is incompetent and cowardly, it is not very useful, but the trivial matter of serving tea and pouring water along the way can still be used.

Worst of all...you can still have multiple meat shields during the critical period.

...

When the two tomb robbers left the house in the western suburbs, it was just after four o'clock in the afternoon. Although the sun was still early before it went down, the sky was already covered by thick clouds, and the surging gaps only sprinkled down the sky. Two dim lights.

They rushed to the wharf as fast as they could, only to find that there was a row of heavily armed new troops in the Governor's Palace under martial law, and dozens of bright bayonets were particularly dazzling in the dim sunlight.

"What's the matter, he... are they here to catch us?"

Derek suddenly panicked, his legs went weak again, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but Old Hank grabbed his arm and pressed it firmly in place.

"What are you panicking about? The new army is the elite of the Rosevians. How could they send so many people to arrest two tomb robbers?" The old tomb robber lowered his head as he spoke, and observed the new army in the Governor's Palace from the corner of his eye. Zhang Zhang's expression on his face.

"But it's blocked there, what else can we do if we don't leave?"

The young man had seen the ferocity of the Weisuo army when they attacked Edinburgh, and he couldn't tell the difference between the new army and the Weisuo army, so he was very afraid of these alien warriors who were like wolves like tigers.

"Go and see! The new army is dispatched. There must be a major event here. We have to find out clearly before we can go."

Old Hank raised his head as he spoke, his face had changed to a kind expression, grabbed Derek's arm, and approached the Rosevian warrior at the entrance of the pier.

"Stop! Didn't you see that this place has been blocked and martial law?" Seeing an old man approaching the other side who ignored the warning tape and went straight to the pier, Yilan was suddenly unhappy, and immediately swayed the bayonet and forced the other party to stop.

"You knights have worked hard."

The old tomb robber hurriedly nodded and bowed, then turned around and pointed to Derek behind him:

"My son and I were about to travel to Rosevia, but when we went out, we found that the pier was closed. What happened?"

"You don't know?"

Ilan and Quincy, who was opposite, looked at each other with a surprised expression.

"Did something happen?" Old Hank was at a loss.

"You haven't been out in the last few days, haven't you? Sometimes it's good to like to squat at home. Let me tell you, there have been several vicious serial killings in the western suburbs in recent days, and all the victims have been brutally stripped of their skin. The Governor-General suspects that this series of murders is related to cultists, and may develop into a demonic disaster, so he ordered us to block the western suburbs and cooperate with the thorough investigation of the murderer!"

Seeing that the old man kept nodding and bowing, Yilan said a few more words:

"You'd better stay at home at night, don't wander around, wait for the murderer to be executed, and then go on a trip."

"How could there be such a cruel murderer in the world!?" Old Hank exclaimed in half-truth, his body softened, if it wasn't for Derek's quick-witted hands behind him, he would probably have fallen to the ground again on the spot.

A skinned murderer... Yahweh is above, don't be a skinned evil spirit!

The old tomb robber didn't expect things to be so big, and he had a ghost in his heart, so he immediately linked the current affairs to the evil spirits of the Trevis family.

He knows the ability of the Rosevians to catch evil spirits. If they catch the evil spirits of the Trevis family, will their crimes be exposed soon?

Thinking of this, old Hank couldn't help but shudder.

Ilan and his friends didn't think so much, they just thought that the old man who had never seen the world was scared stupid by the murder case, Quincy even smiled and picked a bayonet at his colleagues:

"Why do you talk so much? You've scared people."

"Hey! Are you all right?" Yilan mistakenly thought it was true, feeling very embarrassed.

"It's alright, it's really scary, we're not traveling anymore." The old tomb robber stood up straight with support, showing a lingering expression on his face, after a brief farewell, he turned and left the martial law area.

...

"What shall we do next? Just go back like this?"

On the way back to the old Hank's house, Derek couldn't help breaking the silence.

"Of course I can't go back!"

The old tomb robber spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and said angrily, "Since we are under martial law, we have to find a way to leave, otherwise we will either die in the hands of evil spirits, or be taken into prison by the Rosevians!"

"But you also heard that those Rosevians said that they had blocked the entire western suburbs."

"Of course I know, but they're not familiar with this place...I have a shortcut."

Old Hank looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there were not many pedestrians on the road, he dragged the young man into the grass beside him.

The two walked on the overgrown hills until they stopped at a dark corner. In front of them was a white stone building with no decoration on the solid surface, except for a cross on the roof.

"This is the church?" Derek was a little confused.

"As you can see, this is indeed a church, but it has other side jobs as well."

Old Hank turned his gaze to the young man beside him, looked at his ignorant expression, and explained succinctly and quickly: "The priest inside can arrange for us to leave, provided you have enough money."

"I hope so."

Derek's voice lowered: "I don't think anyone can get through the joints from the Rosevi's blockade."

"Young man, the army blocking this place is not only the Rosevians, but also the army of our Pandoragon Dynasty."

A hoarse voice came in without warning. Its owner was a man in his late forties. He had a scruffy beard, and his muscles were strong and sturdy. Even Will was stronger than him. A bit shorter. But even more striking than that height was the wooden prosthesis on his right leg.

"In other words, can you help us get out of here?" Old Hank looked at him coldly.

"Of course, but it's not a small amount of money to get out of here." The man grinned and laughed: "Poor old Hank, I thought you could enjoy your old age here, but I still waited. this business."

He then patted the prosthetic limb with his healthy left hand: "For the sake of rules, I'm not interested in knowing what you have done. Each of you is 200,000 soles, and I can let you leave safely tomorrow."

"We want to leave tonight." The old tomb robber insisted.

"That's impossible, because tomorrow the legion of the kingdom will change its defenses, and it's not early, you need to recharge and prepare for tomorrow's escape, 50,000 sol a night."

The man looked at the gloomy sunlight rolling in the dark clouds, and was busy painting the white walls of the church with dim black and yellow: "Of course you can refuse, but you may not be able to sleep peacefully at home."

"The deal is fair."

Old Hank stared into his eyes, then nodded: "We're staying here tonight, I paid for it, but... you have to keep us safe."

"Of course, after all, I also need word of mouth to maintain my business."

The man blinked and snapped his fingers at the same time, then turned around and walked into the church: "I will arrange a room for you. I promise that the high-end suite here will make you feel at home."

"200,000 for one person, plus 50,000 for accommodation, two people... that's forty-five sol?" Derek calculated the cost of escape, and was suddenly stunned by this astronomical figure. .

"No way, now no one can help us except this guy."

The old tomb robber covered his chest with heartache, and looked at the dim sky through a window: "Don't you like to pray... Start praying now, and pray that the evil spirits won't find us tonight."

...

Inside the believer's room in the church.

Old Hank was sitting vigilantly on a wooden chair with a bottle of whisky in his hand, while Drake was sitting opposite him with a restless expression on his face, so that the two could look after each other's blind spots.

The old tomb robber tilted his neck and took a sip of the drink. While swallowing the drink with difficulty, he panted and said, "Go to sleep first, you rest in the first half of the night, and I will rest in the second half of the night."

"OK."

Derek put his face directly on the table, and the nightmare for three consecutive days made the young man extremely tired, and he fell asleep all of a sudden.

In the dream, it was another bleak night. He and the old tomb robber drove a carriage through the wilderness and hills, just about to escape this terrible town.

A huge dark tunnel soon appeared in front of the two of them. The two tried to bypass the tunnel, but no matter how they went around, the huge black hole always appeared in front of the carriage mockingly.

Seeing that the night was getting darker and darker, the entire wilderness was about to be covered by endless darkness, and in the end only a single carriage was left. They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, then gritted their teeth, whipped their riding whips violently, and got into the tunnel.

The light in the tunnel flickered, and the irregular stickers on the ground in front of the road also flickered. The two carefully bypassed the unknown objects, constantly reciting the hymn, and just as the carriage was about to rush out of the tunnel, they suddenly found a man sitting between them with no skin on his body.

The man raised his **** arm, shoved his fingers into the mouths of the two, and then, little by little, starting from the corners of his mouth, peeled off their skin.