"Let's go to the woods too late to find out. .me Regia, do you agree?" I asked.

"I'm fine." She nodded.

Andrew looked moved, "Ah Ye." ”

"Don't get excited, I'm not all for you. Although some are reluctant to see you tomorrow morning and not see the next day's sunshine. "Yes, a doubt suddenly lay in my heart. That doubt needs to be solved tonight. Otherwise, I am afraid that everyone will not be able to survive.

It takes more than 10 lifts in an hour to get to the northern ski resort before the power goes out. What followed was a difficult journey. We need to dodge the search team in the scenic area while passing through the scenic ski slopes and going all the way down from the west.

The snow road is really difficult to navigate, so I found a group of skiers who were ready to go down the mountain in the cable car, and spent a lot of money to buy three sets of ski equipment and some necessary supplies for survival in the snowy mountains. Then he followed the plan.

The gondolas and pistes in the early stages are easy to navigate. Looking at the watch, it was already close to six o'clock. Fortunately, there was no wind in the snowy mountains, and the weather was good. The snow reflects the sun's afterglow, illuminating the surroundings.

After leaving the slopes, everything became difficult. Sledding is useless, so you can only walk in the snow. The fallen branches of the pine forest cushion some of the snow from sinking into the snow, so that the feet do not sink into the snow completely.

Exactly as Regia had calculated, it took us five hours to reach the daffodil-like Douglas pine forest. At the very center of the pine forest, our group stopped.

"How is that possible?" I looked at what I was looking at in amazement. Not far away, the moonlight after 10 o'clock reflected in the snow, and in the snow, there was a huge oval-shaped stone block three meters high erected in the dense forest. The boulder was not a natural formation, and there were traces of artificially carved carvings everywhere. The appearance resembles the shrine enshrined by the railroad workers you see along the way. But on the stone side, there are those mysterious symbols that I can't understand in the black cowhide cover of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" carved with my hand.

"Is this a sacrificial altar?" I walked up to the boulder in shock, touched it with my hand, and it was cold in my hand. The cold was different from the cold, as if even the soul could freeze.

Andrew stammered, "Can this stone lift the curse on me?" ”

"I can't." A cold voice came out from behind him, and the tone was very categorical.

I was taken aback and quickly pulled out the pistol I was carrying. I saw that Andrew had fainted to the ground, and before I could see the attacker, the back of the head was hit hard, and his eyes were knocked out.

Sometimes I always feel that the world is messing with people, and since graduating from high school, I have often been dizzy. This time it was even more shameful, he actually took the initiative to send the door.

It didn't take long for me to come to my senses. Before I opened my eyes, I heard Andrew wailing. I tried to open my eyes, but my vision was blurry, and I only felt that my hands were tied and I was in a dark place.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw Andrew tied to my right side. A woman dressed in white with a holy expression on her face was slicing a large piece of meat on Andrew's thigh with a knife.

Andrew howled in pain.

I turned a deaf ear and just smiled wryly, "So you're the real owner of that book." ”

The white-clothed saintess with a face that I was very familiar with, she looked up at me and smiled, "Ah Ye, you're actually starting to doubt me, right?" ”

"A little. From the fact that you are so familiar with the terrain of the Zugspitze, and from the fact that you calculate the route so accurately, I suspect that you have a problem. I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. "My smile is even more bitter" The reason why Madame Roger has that "Grimm's Fairy Tales" is because you gave it to her, right? ”

"Yes, I gave it to her two months ago. And all the people in her cellar were killed by me. She nodded, smiling sweetly and saying those horrible words.

"Why?"

"Not why. As you might have guessed, there is a god in our family, and her name is Amis. Two hundred years ago, there were still many people who believed in my God. But now, it is Protestantism that occupies all faiths. Regia said lightly, "My father didn't know about this, he didn't know his mother's beliefs, and he thought she had betrayed him." In fact, the mother returned to this place and continued to sacrifice to the goddess Amis with blood. And she came to take me, the last saint, the other day. The goddess Amis only needed a holy woman, so the mother died. ”

"I don't want to hear this nonsense, why did you trick us here?" I interrupted her, in a cold tone.

"How could I have lied to you to come here, obviously you brought me here yourself." Regia made a surprised expression, she gently patted my face, "Ah Ye, you are the only person I have ever loved in this life." When I offer Andrew Dan's sacrifice to the goddess Amis, I will ask the goddess to make you a holy husband. We will give birth to many sons in this nest. ”

Her words, though sweet, were piercing cold. I shivered as I looked at this dark, cavernous place. According to her words, I guess I will be reduced to a sperm provider, and I will be tied up like a male spider for the rest of my life, and I will never see the light of day.

It's terrible to kill me.

"What do you want Andrew's sacrifice?" I don't want to stay in this kind of place, but fortunately, I was prepared when I came. The tricks taught by the old man are very useful in this situation.

Regia stabbed him hard, and cut off another piece of flesh from his leg, "just like his uncle." Don't worry, he won't be in too much pain. ”

"Maniac!" I scolded.

Regia was still smiling, smiling happily. She leaned over her delicate face, touched my lips with her bloodied hand, and kissed it hard.

She bit my lip hard and used her tongue to clean the blood from my mouth. The fragrance of her body was very strong, but it couldn't hide the stench of corpses in the cave.

I held back the pain and kept looking at my surroundings. The Grimm's Fairy Tales were placed not far from the fire. And my gun is next to the book. In the cursed "Grimm's Fairy Tales", I am afraid that what is buried is the power of the so-called goddess Amis. Based on the name of the goddess, I judged that it should be an evil deity of the ancient beliefs of the Sorbians. Generally, the evil gods in the mythology of the ancient Sob people need to rely on things. One is prosperous, and one is lost. If the book had been burned, Regia's distorted spirit might have been restored.

But if you destroy that book, will the curse come to you immediately? Fight, both horizontal and vertical are dead. At least a better choice to pick up a dead image. To live as a breeding pig is even more terrible to die.

I moved my bound fingers, desperately trying to loosen the rope. Then he took out a small blade from somewhere in his sleeve and slowly cut the rope.

"Ah Ye, do you know how I will love you later?" Regia smiled mysteriously, "Like Cinderella's sister, cut off the heels of your toes, and then pick your tendons." You will never be able to leave me again. ”

When she had finished speaking, she turned her back and prepared for the sacrifice.

I silently cut the rope of my right hand, and everything became simpler. After cutting the remaining three ropes. I ran like crazy towards the book.

Reguia heard the noise and turned sharply. Her beautiful face became hideous by the way, and she let out a piercing shrill scream. The scream was like the night demon howling, and it kept stirring my heart. Blood poured out of my ears, and I endured the pain of my body and mind, and persevered towards Grimm's Fairy Tales.

It's close! It's already close at hand. I grabbed the book and threw it into the fire.

Regia abruptly halted all movements. The book of the Flame Devourer, the book wails in the fire, as if there are countless negative energies stirring in the air. The pages of the book were burned one by one. Her devilish face also grew more terrifying with the destruction of the book

She screamed and rolled on the ground in pain. Her smooth skin had lost its luster, and her face was even more uneven, as if it had been burned. The flames consumed most of the book, and at that moment, Regia's whole body burned. She fell to the flames, but her expression gradually returned to her calm.

The last page of the book was finally burned, and the entire black "Grimm's Fairy Tales" was left with a pile of black residue on fire. The flames in Regia's body were extinguished.

At the end of her or something, I saw her mouth opening and closing, as if trying to say something to me.

I read her lips.

She was crying, and her eyes were filled with an attachment to survival. She was talking to me

I'm sorry.

I love you.

There are two consequences of burning a book, the first is that the curse is immediately onset and the cursed person dies immediately. Second, the curse will disappear without a trace.

Andrew and I were both lucky enough to meet the latter.

From that cave, we found a diary. It was written by a writer more than seventy years ago. He said that he had been kidnapped by followers who believed in the goddess Amis and compiled a so-called "Holy Book of Amis". Aside from the uneasiness of being kidnapped, he has always felt a little funny. The stories used in that holy book were all German folk tales, and he was forced to choose the bloodiest, most violent, and most horrific things in the folk tales. When it was written, he felt that the whole book was like a terrifying version of the Brothers Grimm's "A Collection of Fairy Tales for Children and Families."

The saints seem to think that the dark part of the folk tale has a great negative energy that can increase the divine power of the goddess and the devotees.

Because he clearly knew that after death after the completion of the Holy Book of Amis, the day of his own death was his death.

And in the process of compiling this book, the writer's own spirit has become a little abnormal. He borrowed his last moment of clear consciousness to self-deprecatingly write the words 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' on the black cowhide cover of the holy book dyed with countless human blood.

He also wrote a nameless poem on the title page of the book, hoping that future generations would understand the secrets contained in the poem, rescue his bones, and transport them back to his hometown for burial.

I got his wish, found the writer's bones, and brought him to his hometown, a very quiet town in southern Germany. Found a nice cemetery and buried him.

As for the ancient Sob totem that I passed on to my mentor, the mentor didn't know it. This stubborn little German old man immediately became obsessed with the language, and gave me a final credit for it.

Of course, that's another story.

I also brought Regia's ashes back to Amber for burial, and in her graveyard I threw down a few amber stones, a local specialty. Hopefully, her soul will be at peace.

Andrew came home for the rest of his life and yelled at me to cut ties with me. In fact, severing the relationship is fake, and escaping the debt owed to me is real. I didn't bother with him, I just sent Regia's picture to his mailbox all day long, threatening to pay him back.

This guy originally had a shadow on Regia, but after what happened next, he would tremble with fear when he saw her photo, and he almost became incontinent.

When I asked him a long time later why Regia had come to his uncle's clinic for treatment, he never answered.

Perhaps, Andrew, is actually deeply in love with that girl.

Sometimes, I guess so maliciously.

"Thriller Fairy Tale" is over, please look forward to the next story

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