The illusion is finally shattered, the garden is still oppressive and cold, and the woman in the painting stands in front of the door of the hut, and the blood is still written on the old wooden wall.

Neither Lamia nor I knew anything about "witchcraft", so I could only ask, "Did Hercy kill Sir Henry?" ”

Lamia sighed, "Looks like yes, and even if she did, she didn't get out of the statue's grasp." ”

We're laymen, and most of this speculation is in vain, but one thing is for sure, Heicy wants us to enter the house.

As I approached the wooden door, I saw that the room was covered in a thin shadow of shadow, no wonder it looked blue. I turned to Lamia: "My dear, I show you my hand. ”

She smiled and nodded, and replied, "I'll see." ”

My shadow gripped the doorknob, spun around, and pushed in, and the door seemed to be blocked by something, only a crack opened.

I shuddered and said, "There's someone inside!" "This feel, this resistance, is not like furniture blocking the door, but the person behind the door pushes outward.

Lamia asked, "Is it Henry Peats?" ”

I don't know, but it's probably him!

Lamia raised her gun to aim, and with all my strength, the door slammed shut.

Lamia had a round thing in her hand, and she smiled, "Honey, now it's my turn." ”

I was shocked, it was a grenade! I hurriedly said, "Are you sure?" ”

"I'm not sure if it works, but I'm sure I have to," Lamia said. ”

Later, I learned that this grenade is called aether thunder, which is similar to the principle of Excalibur bullets, which contains a substance called aether, which has a miraculous effect on supernatural monsters, and of course can also blow up human beings with missing arms and legs.

Lamia said, "Stand back! Pulling and flicking the grenade, the grenade rolled in front of the door, and there was a violent explosion, first shattering the door, and a cloud of pale blue light also spread, and a piercing roar came from the room.

I asked, "How much does this grenade cost?" ”

"It's not cheap," Lamia said. ”

I said, "Let's charge Michael some money, or I won't be able to open the pot." ”

Lamia frowned, "Don't talk about that now. ”

With a thud, a heavy black coffin was thrown at Lamia. Lamia split the coffin open with a punch, and then out of the door burst out a ragged, almost bald man, the muscles of the man's face were deeply sunken, as thin as a tree branch, and from his facial features, it was vaguely clear that he was the same Henry, his mouth was full of fangs, like a man who had been malnourished for a long time.

It can be seen that once the mid-life crisis is not handled well, the children are not filial, and when they reach old age, they are afraid that the situation will be as miserable as Henry, and even eating will become a problem.

Henry pounced on Lamia, who shot him, piercing Henry's throat. I shouted, "Don't use Excalibur, or you'll lose a lot this time." ”

Lamia shouted, "Don't be verbose, get him out soon." ”

I knew my marksmanship quite well, so I took a dagger in my hand and struck from behind.

Henry's wound was bleeding from the wound, but he was still moving unusually, even if he wasn't a blood family (I think the blood family was actually some rabies patient), it wasn't that far off. He didn't wait for Lamia to continue shooting, rolled and hid behind a tree.

Lamia and I exchanged glances, and we circled around the tree where he was hiding, and as long as he showed his body a little, Lamia would never be in vain.

But he wasn't there.

I was taken aback, and when I looked back, Henry emerged from a tree behind him, like a newly grown branch. I shouted, "In the back!" He recited a mantra at Lamia, and in an instant, thorns grew and entangled him.

Lamia struggled, broke a few thorns, and shouted, "I'm all right!" You concentrate on him! ”

Henry jumped down from the tree, and I ducked back to avoid him, and I noticed that his hands seemed to be wearing wooden gloves, and his fingers were partly sharp wooden thorns, which were a powerful weapon. Henry gasped, his bony body twitched from time to time, it seemed that casting such a spell would wear a lot of money on him, and he wanted to suck blood.

I rummaged through the potions, but I could reach into my pockets, but I cursed to myself - I had run out of stock and had no medicine available. Henry lunged at me, his wooden claws stabbing me in the head, and I ducked my head to avoid it, but before I could fight back, he was already pressing down with both claws, and the attack was impenetrable.

I blocked it with my left hand, dodged backwards, and suddenly he hammered my head, and I felt like I had been hit by a stone, and I was dizzy and dizzy, and I didn't know where I was.

Lamia shouted, "Fishbones! Don't fight him! ”

Her words brought me back to my senses and regained my strength, Henry's claws almost touched my heart, I immediately leaned back, the claws left scratches on my chest, blood was dripping, I fell to my knees and slid backwards a few meters, pulling away.

I still remember the teachings of Ochid when I was in the waterless village, and I was also a master of swordsmanship after Mirse, although the days of scavenging and assassination made me a little bad at frontal combat, but what I learned as a child has become my instinct, I shouldn't be so weak, even if the enemy is a vampire demon, I shouldn't be so embarrassed.

Lamia is by my side, and it is at stake for her safety, and I am even less likely to lose.

I gathered all my will, and it made me notice that my shadow was with me, and I felt the strength of my arm, and the blood flowed through my heart, causing it to leap very fast, and in an instant, I was ready, I threw away my dagger, and a spear grew in my left hand.

Henry let out a long howl and charged at me, I held my breath and stabbed my spear, my will changed the black shadow, a sharp black wind flashed, Henry stopped halfway, and a big hole was opened in his heart. He looked at me incredulously and fell into the dirt, his skin quickly cracking and turning to dust.

This is exactly what Ochid is talking about, and I finally learned the fidar that I had not been able to comprehend.

I saw the spear gun retract into my left hand, and the sight gave me goosebumps. I used my dagger to cut through the thorns that wrapped around Lamia, and I was so distressed to see that her arms were covered with scratches, and I just wanted to take her back for treatment as soon as possible.

Lamia said, "It's all skin wounds, and the wounds on your chest are serious." "She took out the medical needle, and we each got one sticky.

At this moment we see Hercy walking towards the ashes of Sir Henry, and she holds some of them up and buries her face in the ashes, as if weeping.

I was worried that she would attack us as well, and Lamia shook her head and said, "I don't think so." ”

After waiting for a while, Heixi raised her head, her face rejuvenated, and she spoke, her voice ethereal and sad.

"I attacked my father, and he escaped, and he locked himself in the hut, and I sealed him with a spell, but he also cast a curse on me, and made me a slave to the three Ix sisters for the rest of my life," she said. We're holding each other back like this, locked up here, and no one can leave. ”

Lamia asked, "What about the dead over the years..."

Heisi said, "It was Ix who used my magic to summon otherworldly apparitions and trick the inhabitants into committing suicide. Ix are the goddesses who committed suicide, and in the beginning, they were the three priestesses of the Mayans who committed suicide in front of the statue and were reborn to gain the power of evil. ”

As she spoke, she accelerated her aging. She was also a poor girl, and Lamia thought that maybe letting her suck blood would save her, but she stopped her with her eyes.

"The soul of one of the three sisters of Ix is still alive in the statue, be careful, you have to find a way to exorcise the demon or destroy the statue," she said. And I'm going to be free, thank you. ”

I asked, "Three sisters?" Two more statues like that? ”

Heixi nodded, she was powerless to speak, and all the lives she had stolen over the years were returned at this moment, and in an instant, her body decayed and turned into ashes, and she was left with her father among the flowers and plants.

Lamia held my hand and prayed for them as she knelt for a little before their remnants.

I sighed, "In the future, when I am forty years old, you will have to be kind to me, lest I be as miserable as this Henry." ”

Ramia said, "What is this? Isn't Haixi miserable? Isn't it all Henry's fault? ”

Women, women, is it only your nature to make men take the blame? But as wise as I am, I know not to argue with her.

The furniture in the hut was very shabby, and Henry had probably been asleep in his coffin for the past hundred years, and the thought of Ochid made my heart even heavier, and I could hardly breathe.

I found a photo of part of the map, and a few other photos, which appeared to be from the gallery, and in the middle of the window was another statue, quite different from Michael's.

I rejoiced: "It's a clue to another statue!" What price do you say Michael is willing to make? ”

Lamia sneered, "Why are you so full of these petty profits? He is a marquis, and he should owe you a favor, not a debt. ”

She hadn't experienced the hard life of being penniless, and it was useless to have money in the wilderness.

The location marked in the photo is the San Francisco Museum of Art, which should not be too far from here, and if there is a map of the old San Francisco area, you should be able to ask her.

We packed the clues and worked hard to find the exit, when we walked out of the meadow, right in front of the painting.

This painting is also an antiquity, and we were worried that it would be finished once we got out of this house, and we discussed it for a long time, but there was nothing we could do. I said, "This painting is very evil, as the saying goes: 'The scourge lives for a thousand years,' and I don't think it will be so fragile." ”

We took it down in the mood of taking a risk, and when I opened it, I was frightened and had just opened a gap only to find Jean Vallen leading a few seemingly professionals waiting outside.

When they saw us, they let out a cry of surprise and greeted us, and when they saw our painting wrapped in curtains, they were even more shocked and shouted, "Stop! ”

Jean Werlen yelled: "Don't move! You two stupid! Return to the house and let us take care of it! ”

We had no choice but to return, and Jean Salem forgot how many people had died in this house, and went into it without hesitation. Later, I saw them take out layers of canvas and all kinds of instruments, and work around the painting with great fanfare.

Lamia sighed: "We don't understand the world of the rich. ”

I said, "We don't understand the world of the powerful." ”