Fairy’s Box

"Ahhh!"

Derek screamed and was startled from his sleep, his hands tightly pressing the corners of his mouth, the pain of being peeled in the dream still seemed to remain in his nerves, causing his body to twitch with spasms.

"Quiet."

Old Hank glared at him with a deep eye socket, the loose skin on his face trembled a few times, and asked in a deep voice:

"Have a nightmare?"

"He's coming...he'll skin us...he'll skin us..."

The young man didn't seem to be fully awake yet, holding his head with both hands, his empty eyes were completely unfocused, and he just kept talking to himself.

"Calm down, if you're crazy right now, that's exactly what he wants to see."

The old tomb robber noticed that the candle beside him was dying, got up and took another candlestick from the standing cabinet on the side, lit it and pushed it in front of Derek:

"Now it's my turn to rest, cheer up, stay here and don't go anywhere."

"..."

Derek stared straight at the candle, and after a while, he regained his clarity and nodded:

"OK."

"Take it easy, everything will pass. Tomorrow we will leave here and start over in a new city. There will be no evil spirits, no vigilance, and no one will know our identities. I am rich, and now I carry Only a small part of it, as long as you are willing to be my son, you can do whatever you want in the future."

Perhaps because he was worried about the other party's current state of mind, Old Hank did not rest immediately, but cheered up and began to outline the future with the young man:

"Is there anything you want to do but haven't been able to do?"

"I...I want to be a pastry chef..." The young man's eyes recovered a little.

"You will have a dessert shop of your own in a few days, I promise." The old tomb robber stretched out his rough, wrinkled right hand, patted the other's shoulder, and comforted slowly:

"Relax a little bit, get through tonight and everything will be fine."

"Thank you, father."

Derek's tense nerves relaxed like his expression, and a grateful look appeared in his eyes.

"Very well, son."

Seeing that his eyes had regained clarity, Old Hank lay down on the table with confidence, and closed his already sore eyes. After a while, he let out a slight snoring sound.

"Everything will be fine tomorrow, everything will be fine tomorrow..." The young man muttered to himself, comforting himself, then stood up, moved his muscles and bones, and suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate.

He quickly ran to the toilet, closed his eyes, and returned to his room after urinating.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and Derek shivered from the cold. He chased the location where the cold air was blowing, and swept his eyes to the door of the room.

Suddenly I found that the latch was missing for some time, the door was falsely closed, and a crack was opened!

he came?

The young man suddenly woke up, and an indescribable fear spread up from the spine, straight to the top of the head, and penetrated into every capillary in the body.

Derek could feel that there was a pair of cold and full eyes staring at him outside the crack of the door, exactly the same as the suffocating oppression in the dream.

He really wanted to regard this feeling as an illusion, but his body's instinct was telling the young man over and over again that this was not an illusion.

At this time, a sudden strengthening of the cold wind blew in, and the door that was closed was opened a little with a "creak" sound. An even colder feeling enveloped Derek's whole body, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Derek wanted to shout for help, but opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was like an icy giant python, wrapping the young man's neck a little bit, and he even smelled a rotting blood in the air.

Is this a dream?

He hoped so, but the shadow of fear never faded away.

In the rustling cold wind, the candle flame was shaken violently, and the whole room fell into the dim light of flickering and flickering. The moonlight outside the window shone in coldly, covering the high and low objects in the room with a strange, light gray-white, as if the skin color was bloodless.

Squeak-!

The door of the room slammed open, but in the next instant, a bright arrow-shaped beam flew out, in the middle of the darkness inside the door.

Just as the light pierced into the darkness, the young man heard a terrifying howl, and immediately flew to the door at the fastest speed, closed the door with force, and inserted the latch with a snap.

"Is it coming?"

Old Hank had already woken up at this time, lowered his head, and looked at the steaming hole in the clothes on his chest, showing a lingering expression.

"I think so."

Derek slumped on the floor, letting the cold sweat on his face keep falling, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your holy artifact can only drive it away, not hurt it."

"If you can keep driving it away, that's enough."

The old tomb robber took out the bone arrow from the pocket close to his chest and held it tightly in his hand, his eyes full of uncertainty:

"But I don't know how many times it will last."

As he said that, he slowly spread out his right hand and showed the sacred object in his hand in front of the opponent - the surface of the bone arrow was already covered with cracks, and it looked like it might collapse at any time.

"No no no..."

The young man shuddered for a while, and then shook his head blankly.

The room suddenly fell silent, and there was a dead silence. The cold and depressing atmosphere seemed to have returned, surrounding the two of them, and they couldn't breathe because of the oppression. The candlelight whizzed upwards, and from time to time a little spark burst out. The flowers on the balcony outside the door cast long shadows on the white wall, swaying, like evil spirits that would rush down at any time.

...

The next day, the bright summer sun came in through the window, and climbed along the floor to the two people who were sitting facing each other in the room. After the scalding temperature gradually enveloped them, the old tomb robber raised his eyelids, and his stiff expression suddenly changed. Slowly cool down in the sun.

"It's finally over."

With a sigh of relief, he lit a cigar, and the curls of smoke swirled up in the scorching sun, wrapped in dust, before being blown away by a heavy cough.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Old Hank took a sharp sip of the cigar, using the strong spicy flavor to refresh himself, then immediately stood up and shoved the cigar he had just smoked into the ashtray.

"Get ready, we'll be leaving this hellish place in no time."

"Um!"

The young man rubbed his aching eyes, and after his mind and body relaxed all of a sudden, a strong sense of fatigue came to his mind.

The two left the room and found the priest who part-time snakehead in front of the church. The other party charged a total of 450,000 sols, and then gave them a map with satisfaction.

"Keep walking along this road, about ten minutes away, someone will pick you up." He pointed to the red line marked on the map and explained.

"I hope you don't play tricks."

Old Hank glanced at him coldly, took the map, and took Derek out of the church in the wild.

According to the description on the map, they came to a small lake near the mountain.

The sky gradually became gloomy again, and the surrounding scenery was also shrouded in darkness. Only the black lake was left with the reflection of a little starlight, and the cool wind blew silently.

Derek could not help feeling a little chill when he witnessed this familiar scene. At this moment, a hand clapped on his shoulder in the dark.

"Is that the two of you leaving?"

The young man was so frightened that he almost cried out, turned around and found a middle-aged man standing behind him. The other party was wearing grey short sleeves and sturdy canvas trousers, with a pair of glasses on his face, his beard was neatly shaved, and his whole body was dressed like a guide.

He leaned forward slightly and smiled kindly at Derek and old Hank. The old tomb robber looked quite happy, but the young man found the smile to be gloomy.

"I'm the partner of the snakehead priest, snakehead Jeffrey, come with me, the car is ready."

Although this person's speech and behavior seemed to be normal, Derek felt a strong unnaturalness because of the sequelae of being frightened all day long.

The young man lowered his head, the corners of his eyes passed through the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and what he saw was a pair of eyes full of sullen and gray eyes, and there was an endless deadness, like an endless black hole, as if it could devour himself at any time. Lose.

The young man was absent for a moment, and his body froze in place, but the next second, the other party showed a row of neat teeth and nodded friendly at him.

Obviously it was a gesture of goodwill, but Derek felt a sudden panic in his heart, so he subconsciously moved a few steps to the side.

"Derek, when are you still in a daze? Let's go!"

The old tomb robber was obviously not as sensitive as him, shook hands with the other party, grabbed the cheap son's arm, and followed the man's pace.

After trekking on the mountain road for nearly half an hour, they finally came to the edge of a forest filled with the smell of decaying leaves.

The snakehead, who claimed to be Jeffrey, led the two into a dilapidated wooden fence where a light carriage was parked. People get in the car.

"We have to get to the border within six hours, otherwise it will be blocked by Rosevia's garrison army, and our people still can't clear that section, so if we delay time, we can only wait. the next day."

After he pointed to the northwest position of the map, he immediately jumped into the driver's seat. Seeing this, Old Hank quickly pulled Derek onto the carriage.

However, at this time, the old tomb robber, who was anxious to run away, didn't pay attention. A cold wind, with a few withered and yellow branches and fallen leaves, rushed towards the carriage, hitting the carriage of the carriage lightly, making a piercing sound. . Like an invisible evil spirit, with a grin, claws and claws, desperately trying to tear apart the carriage and squeeze into the middle of the two.

...

The gray-brown dead leaves and black dead branches accumulated over the years covered the mountain road underfoot in a messy way. The roadside was lined with lush green ferns and shrubs. A stream babbled down the mountain along the rocks on both sides. Light carriages travel up this stream.

On the way, Derek observed the snake head sitting on the driver more than once, and found that the man always kept his head down, and the posture of turning his neck was a little different, as if he was stuck by something, only a little bit. Twist laboriously.

Could this guy be an evil spirit?

This thought flashed in the young man's mind, and then he was quickly rejected by himself. If this person is an evil spirit, then the holy artifact of old Hank should be activated when he comes forward.

After three hours of bumpy rides, the three people in the car were all sweaty and took a break.

Derek just found a stone and sat down, took a sip from the kettle handed by the old tomb robber, and glanced at Jeffrey habitually out of the corner of his eye, but found that his expression suddenly became strange.

The man unbuttoned his trousers belt, walked to the nearby pine tree in a state of urgency, and then leaned his body against the tree trunk all of a sudden.

Next, something unbelievable happened to the young man. He strangled his throat with force, as if he was strangling himself to death. At the same time, there was a sudden squirm under the skin of his face and hands, like soft earthworms crawling through flesh and blood.

Derek was about to see some clues from it, but the other party suddenly turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

The young man was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head and covered his mouth with force, his heart thumping like a heavy blow.

...

The western suburbs at this time.

A door was half-closed, and Yale slowly pushed the door in. The light in the hall was dim, and the broken glass windows cast several interlaced rays of light. He carefully looked at the layout of the room, and found that there was a dusty shell wind chime hanging on the front hall, and there was a small boat carved from coconut shells on the cabinet.

There was a striking hole in the middle of the hull, as if it was instantly penetrated by a sharp object, and some brown liquid remained at the edge of the hole.

"Boss, check it out."

Carla walked quickly behind the black-haired knight, looked at a list, and said carefully:

"This person's name is Jeffrey. He has been engaged in illegal activities of assisting criminals in smuggling. He is a well-known smuggler and has a certain position in the underground world."

"How long have you been dead?"

The black-haired knight reached out and took off the coconut shell boat and held it in his hand.

"According to the coroner, he has been dead for more than three days, but his neighbors said that yesterday he saw this man in and out of public places such as shops and bars. This is a realistic painting of him after his death."

Saying that, Kara handed a realistic oil painting in her hand to Yalei.

In the painting, Jeffrey's body is like an enlarged version of briquettes, and the skin is densely covered with holes the size of cigarette butts. The blood has dried up, and an unspeakable shock stubbornly staggered across his body and side.

"..."

The black-haired knight glanced at it, then took the oil painting over, and at the same time instructed the other party: "Post this man's portrait in all corners of the Highland Kingdom, I want to find him."

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