The tavern fell silent at nightfall, and Vanessa passed by the stables to see the innkeeper wiping down the tables and chairs. It seems that this month is really a forbidden month here, and the ghosts who do evil have never met an opponent.

"Where are we going?" Matt looked at the low, dark buildings around him, and his heart was a little hairy.

"Anything." Vanessa was full of confidence, "It's best to have a candlelit dinner in the middle of nowhere, haven't you always been looking forward to having a romantic moment with Solanda," she smiled and glanced at the prince, "Now let me be your girlfriend for one night instead of her." ”

Matt stretched out his hand to show the princess the wound on his wrist, "The real Sorenda won't cut and bloodlet on me, you can't replace her." ”

"Whatever you want." Vanessa pursed her lips and didn't explain herself.

As he was walking, he suddenly rushed out of the darkness and slammed into Prince Matt!

"Wow!" They screamed. Vanessa drew her sword from her waist and pointed it at the prince.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! A young voice shuddered.

"Heads up, no one is going to kill you." Vanessa put her sword back into her sheath and saw that the other party was only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but he smelled of rotting flesh and looked sloppy. "What's going on? Who are you and where did you come from? ”

"Let's go, she's coming." The young man did not stop, and staggered in the direction of the tavern, for it was the only place in the village where there was light at this moment. Vanessa noticed that the young man had no shoes on his feet, so he walked without making a sound, and he didn't even notice it when he was close to him.

"Who is she? Hey, I'm talking to you. Vanessa tugged the young man's wrist, but the touch on her hand was as smooth as moss—the young man was bleeding!

"She's her, she's coming, hide quickly, go to a crowded place, or she will steal you and torture you to death!"

"Slow down," Vanessa looked around, it was a relatively open small square, and in the middle of the square stood a copper rhinoceros, and each horn had a glowing crystal, which illuminated the surroundings, which gave the three people a sense of security, and it didn't look like someone would rush here at any time. "Tell me clearly, who's going to 'steal' you?"

The young man took a breath and swallowed the water from the water bag that Matt handed him, "My name is Eby, and I live in Fort Gauvin. Vanessa took a breath, Gouwen Fort, which is not less than a hundred miles from here in the central city of the Burning Flames, "A year ago, maybe two years, I can't remember, I passed through here with my parents on business, that night, we both drank, and when I woke up on an iron bed, my hands and feet were tied, that woman," his affection became excited, and his whole body trembled, "The woman peeled off my skin with a knife, and she cut it little by little, despite my loud shouts. As he spoke, he lifted up the tattered placket to show them, and sure enough, Ebby's stomach, ribs, and back were missing large patches of skin, and judging from the old and new colors of the scars, it was indeed caused by long-term abuse.

"What is she skinning you for, to stick to herself?" Matt asked. Vanessa made the same assumption, that the woman might have been disfigured by an accident and needed to have someone else's skin transplanted.

"No," Abby replied bitterly, "her man, she put my skin on her dead man in the hope that he would come back to life. ”

Vanessa and Matt looked at each other and shuddered.

"So, how did you get out?" Vanessa asked warily. You can't trust anyone, only believe in yourself, and those who have suffered a big loss will not forget their consistent style.

"It was the man who helped me." Ebi continued in the direction of the tavern, "Pamela's man. She went out at this time of year in search of prey, and when her man saw that I was pitiful, he handed me a dagger. ”

"Wait, didn't you say he's dead?" Matt asked.

"Yes, he must be dead." Ebby's tongue curled, "That kind of miserable appearance, he can't live anyway." "When I first saw him, I thought he was alive because he could talk and laugh, and he could move his limbs freely, but when Pamela lifted his clothes—his torso had been hollowed out by something, and there was nothing in the guts, and a spine connected the upper and lower parts of the body, like a crawling gray sand scorpion!" Ebby shuddered as she recalled the horrific scene, "Pamela restored his skin from top to bottom, she needed many young men to match the man's skin, and some of the boys were not suitable, so she stabbed them to death, leaving only the right skin." ”

"Looks like you're in luck." Vanessa patted Abby on the shoulder, then turned to Matt, lifted his wrist and squeezed it hard, and the wound that had begun to scab burst out again, "Today is your lucky day." The princess drips Matt's blood on Ebby, prompting a baring curse from the prince.

"What are you doing?" Ebby shook off the princess's hand and looked at the two of them, "I need to get out of here, there are still some people there, I need to find someone to save them." ”

"Oh." Vanessa nodded, "Go ahead, then good luck." ”

"Won't you help me save people?" Abby asked, surprised, and stopped.

"Those people are hopeless, forget about them." Vanessar pulled Matt over to Abby, "But you're right, it doesn't hurt to get more people. Let's go, we'll escort you to the tavern in front. ”

"What's the matter," Matt asked in a low voice, "weren't you trying to find the ghost who caught the stand-in?" That's a clue. ”

"Don't talk." Vanessa pulled the prince behind her.

"You don't believe me?" Abby saw the clue, "What I said is true!" ”

"I have no doubt about that." Vanessharon said.

"Then please come with me," beckoned Abbey, "even the men of Pamela have reached out to help, and there is no reason why you should not help me." ”

"But we just slipped out of the tavern," Vanessa smiled, "you're going in the wrong direction." ”

"No, there's light there!" Ebby pointed in the direction of the light.

"There's a cemetery outside the village, dear skinner." Vanessa slowly drew her long sword, her gaze cold, "Let's stop acting, you are the man from Pamela, the real Abby is probably still lying on the iron bed and being tortured at the moment." ”

The man opposite had a smile on his face, "What a smart girl, how do you see through me?" ”

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