Outside the window was the sound of the rain, but there was no sound at all.

Freya suddenly had the strange illusion that she was the only one left in the town.

And after many times of contact with the spirit, she could vaguely feel a faint resentment in the air slowly condensing, like a mist lying on the ground and slowly spreading.

Is it a spirit again? Freya frowned slightly.

She stood in front of the window and paused, then suddenly reached out and opened the curtain again.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the rain ran down the glass, and the big white dog on the opposite roof had disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black dagger nailed there, and under the dagger was a pool of black-red liquid.

Looking at the lone dagger, Freya narrowed her eyes slightly, and her hands lightly touched the wooden windowsill.

'Whew! ’

The green light flickered, and outside the window, a slender wooden tentacle extended from the windowsill outside, slowly growing in the direction of the dagger.

Freya took control of her tentacles and rolled up the dagger and sent it back to her.

The dagger was still the same, except for a black-red stain of blood at the tip of the blade.

It doesn't seem to be a hallucination. ’

Looking at the glaring bloodstains, Freya reached out and grabbed the dagger.

A cold, piercing touch made her frown slightly.

'Smack! ’

A little green light exploded in the palm of her hand, bursting into a thin green line, which was actually mixed with black smoke.

The appearance of the black smoke made Freya show a solemn expression.

'The Breath of Negative Energy ......'

Suddenly, she remembered something, and quickly pulled out an identical black dagger from her waist.

The dagger was no different in appearance, except that it had dense black eyes at the grip.

At this time, these eyes are slightly squinted, as if they are sleeping.

'Ding'

She flicked the blade of the knife with her fingers. The black eyes that were still squinting suddenly opened in unison, looking around curiously.

"Huh, no response? Isn't this the work of spirits? ”

The appearance of black eyes on the dagger made her feel a little uncertain.

If you encounter a spirit, this dagger will definitely give a special warning. But it's still the same.

If it wasn't a spirit, what would it be? Freya tapped her forehead.

With her current strength. There is no such thing as zài looking at dazzling eyes, and the blood stains on the dagger can also prove the authenticity of a qiē.

It's just that she can't figure out where this weird feeling comes from.

Shaking her head, Freya looked out the dark window again, and with a thud she closed the curtains again.

The room is quiet, only the snake sun flower exudes a faint light to illuminate the whole room, the heart of the snake sun flower is a smiling cartoon face, at this time there is also an inexplicable weird sense in this atmosphere.

Slightly glanced at the smiling snake sunflower. Freya stretched out her hand and shot a thin green line towards the windowsill, and green vines slowly stretched out from the window behind the curtains, covering the glass of the window in a short time.

Freya sat back on the bed vigilantly, and subconsciously placed her right hand on the cross sword next to the bed.

Suddenly, she felt a sudden slight movement under the quilt of the bed, as if something alive was hidden inside.

Freya immediately bounced up from the bed, took a few steps back, and stared at the quilt on the bed, an inexplicable feeling that made her feel a little hairy in her heart.

She seemed to enter that mysterious vision again, and countless dark smoke tentacles rolled on the bed. Constantly waving and slowly pressing towards her.

He closed his eyes deeply, then opened them abruptly.

'Whew'

The cross sword was lightly raised, and the quilt was lifted in an instant.

'Shhh!! ’

In her sight.

On the bed under the quilt. These stranger faces are men, women, old and young, but they all have the same expression, their mouths keep opening and closing, and their eyes are completely white, looking like they have died of suffocation.

And the number is spread all over the bed.

It was like a cool air poured down the top of her head, and goosebumps popped up all over Freya's body!

She couldn't imagine sitting down on top of these people's faces.

And after these faces were exposed, they spread down quickly like flowing water.

In a few moments, the floor was covered with these horrible human faces.

'Damn! ’

The scalp seems to explode. Freya's face was covered with cold sweat, and she suddenly grabbed the black suitcase on the table. Turn around and run outside.

'Bang'

The door was slammed open and slammed shut again.

Freya leaned backwards against the wall of the hallway. The hand slammed against the wall.

There was a strong surge, and the wooden walls instantly snapped together, intertwined fiercely, and completely sealed the door.

'Smack'

It was like the sound of something popping.

Suddenly, in the crack of the door, a human face covered in blood actually squeezed out along the gap, and quickly flowed towards the corner of the wall, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Freya watched in shock as the face vanished, and she realized that the person was the same hotel guy she had seen earlier.

'What's going on?' ’

Freya stared blankly in the direction in which the face had disappeared, and suddenly felt an illusion of unreality.

Suddenly, she remembered the Snaketooth Tower apprentice who had stayed with her in this hotel.

If there's anything in this hotel that she believes to be true, it's the kid.

Gripping her sword tightly and carrying her suitcase, Freya calmed down the hallway and walked down the hallway to the door of the next room.

'Bang! ’

Break down the door with direct violence.

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came out in the midst of a voice change.

Hearing this scolding, Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like he hasn't encountered any of those weird things. ’

Without answering his words, Freya walked straight into the room.

It's just that when she saw the apprentice's appearance, she was directly stunned for a while.

The apprentice seemed to be awakened and sat still on the bed, while his slightly immature face looked at Freya with a wary expression.

However, below his chest were hideous and moving human faces, which were now opening their mouths and biting at the flesh and bones below his chest. Blood and guts stained the entire bed blood-red.

And the faces were still spreading above him.

However, the apprentice didn't seem to feel the pain, and still stared at Freya, whose face was pale.

"Who are you? Say who you are. Otherwise, you're welcome! ”

As he spoke, he raised his bony arm, which was no longer a trace of flesh, as if to cast a spell.

"Damn! What's going on!? ”

Freya was awakened by his actions. Without thinking about it, the cross sword in his hand directly slashed over.

With a snort, the simply enchanted cross sword lightly split his head in half.

“……”

The expression of astonishment froze.

Freya suddenly looked at the boy lying on the bed with complicated eyes, and the human face still gnawing at his corpse.

He was clearly hallucinating in some kind of hallucination, dead himself, but his mind still seemed to think he was intact.

Suddenly, she felt the entire hotel shake violently, and a strong smell of blood came out from under the floor.

'Smack. ’

Freya took a step back. As if stepping on some kind of liquid, she looked down at the ground, and found that the ground was covered with blood at some point.

Looking at the red liquid all over the ground, Freya clearly felt the strong resentment in it slowly rising.

"Blood pool ......," muttered softly.

Freya's eyes changed suddenly, and she turned sharply and ran outside the hotel.

The white whirlwind formed by the inspiring qi sensation made her more than three meters at almost every step.

Walk through hallways, stairs.

With a thud, Freya slammed open the hotel door and stepped outside.

The torrential rain quickly soaked her clothes, and the black carriage was quietly parked in front of the hotel.

The whole town was pitch black, and there was no life.

Without hesitation, she cut off the rope that tied the horse. Turned over and got into the carriage.

"Drive!"

Shake the reins.

Under Freya's control, the carriage sped fast.

She looked back at the hotel and saw that it was in the same room she had been staying in. It still shone with a warm glow, the same as when she left.

But when she was about to withdraw her gaze, the window that she had sealed suddenly opened, and most of the body of a snow-white dog leaned out.

One eye still had Freya's dagger stuck in it, and godless eyes were fixed on her departing figure.

Watching at this gaze, Freya's scalp tingled, she turned sharply, shook the reins again, and the carriage sped toward the way the town had left......

Half an hour later.

In the dark rain curtain. Freya wiped the rain from her face with a pale face.

"It's a cursed place! The town of Berg has become a cursed place, what happened around the academy during my absence? She muttered incredulously.

The Land of the Cursed is a terrible existence that only naturally forms in places where resentment and death are strong.

The Cursed Lands are not limited to a certain area. It could be a house, a street. A courtyard, a country.

Usually, it may be the same as a normal place, but as long as someone enters and touches certain opportunities, it is very likely that they will be killed by the strange curse inside, and even the soul and * will be attracted to the nutrients of the cursed land.

Freya also learned about it from the basics of the Academy's Curse Department.

And now there is a cursed place around the academy, which makes her feel very abnormal.

However, even if it doesn't feel normal, you won't know until you arrive at the academy.

Two days later.

Deep in the forest, a dark building slowly appeared in her sight.

Changed into an apprentice's gray robe, Freya looked up at the building in the distance, silently pulled the reins, and walked there.

After a while, several gray rabbits emerged from the grass, watching the carriage warily.

"Freya, Green. You're back? Suddenly, a shrill voice came from the horse's back, it was a half-man-tall gray rabbit that jumped up at some point.

"Oh? Is that you, little Jim? Looking at the familiar gray rabbit guard, Freya asked with complete relief. (To be continued)