After a moment of distraction, old Hank turned his gaze to a bone arrow on the floor, which looked inconspicuous, with a row of small holes drilled into the side, yellowed throughout, and a brass buckle at the end.

It was one of the many relics collected by the tomb robbers, and I can't remember where I bought it, but thanks to Yahweh God, at least one of his collections is genuine and works!

Old Hank hurriedly pounced, picked up the bone arrow, and hid it in the sacrificial garment near the mouth of his heart, and then picked up the holy objects he had thrown one by one - the things were fake, but the gold and gems on them were real.

"What happened?"

Derek finally came back to his senses, looked at the empty courtyard with only leaves swaying, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his face was full of doubt:

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating!?"

"Shut up, you incompetent and guts bitch!"

The old grave robber gave him a hard look, rushed over and closed the door, and then ran into the bedroom at a rapid pace, pulling out a woven bag from the cascade hidden under the floor.

Untie the string that binds the port of the woven bag, and with the peculiar smell of the paper being damp, a pile of banknotes tied tightly with a rubber band are exposed to the air, all of which are Rossy Viasol with a face value of one hundred.

As a criminal living in the underground world and may be arrested at any time, Old Hank is naturally ready to run away at any time, and in addition to money, he also has a smuggling channel at the nearby dock.

"One, two, three...... Twelve, that's right, a total of 1,200,000 soles. ”

When the count was complete, the old grave robber re-tightened his pockets. Then he opened the closet, took out a large suitcase from inside, and stuffed it with all the cash and fake relics.

Back to the living room. He walked over to his table, grabbed the whiskey he hadn't drunk before, poured two sips of courage, and walked briskly towards the exit.

"Wait, are you leaving?"

Derek hurriedly got up from the floor, followed closely behind the other party, and kept pleading, "Take me with you." I'm willing to do anything, please, don't leave me alone!"

"I swear. The stupidest thing I've ever done in my life is to try to pull you into the gang on a whimsy!" Old Hank was furious, kicked him away, and walked towards the door with a curse.

"Don't do that to me!"

Derek climbed up from the floor. Fly behind the old tomb robber. hugged his thigh hard: "Take me with you, or I'll report you!"

"Damn it!"

The old tomb robber stomped his feet angrily, looked at the other party's uncompetitive face, and suddenly felt an urge to dispose of him on the spot.

"Listen, we have to be together. ”

The young man spun his brain cells rapidly, miraculously exerted a rare eloquence, and said like a cannon:

"There are always times when a person is tired and resting, but the two are different. We can take turns resting, taking turns dying to ward off evil spirits! You're old. I also need someone to take care of you on the way to escape, I can take care of you as if you were my own father, no, no, I will recognize you as a father now!

"Derek...... Damn, you moved me. ”

Old Hank hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth:

"Come with me, we really have to help each other along the way, hurry up!"

The old tomb robber has been running around for money for half his life, and I don't know if it's because he has done too many bad things, and he has never had an heir under his knees, which is indeed a very regrettable thing.

If you don't have a son, no matter how much money you make, it's a fart.

Now there is a little grave robber who wants to flee with him, and he has to recognize himself as a father...... I have to admit that he is really moved - an adopted son, that is also a son.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons why Old Hank agreed to take the other party away, and there is another reason, that is, he is indeed old, and if he encounters an evil spirit alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to have a second luck.

Now there is a person who follows him, although he is incompetent and timid, and it is of little use, but the small things of serving tea and pouring water along the way can still be called.

The worst ...... There can also be multiple meat shields during critical periods.

......

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon when the two tomb robbers left the house in the western suburbs, and although the sun was still early to set, the sky had already been wrapped in thick clouds, and only one or two faint rays of light would be sprinkled between the tumbling and surging gaps.

They hurried to the dock as fast as they could, only to find that it had been placed under martial law by a row of heavily armed Governor's House New Army, and dozens of bright bayonets looked particularly dazzling in the dim sunlight.

"What's going on, he...... Are they here to get us?"

Derek suddenly panicked, his legs were weak again, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but Old Hank grabbed his arm and pressed him hard in place.

"What are you panicking about? The New Army is the elite of the Rosevians, and they are guilty of sending so many people to arrest two tomb robbers?" the old tomb robber lowered his head as he spoke, observing the expressions on the faces of the New Army in the Governor's Palace out of the corner of his eye.

"But it's already locked down, what can we do if we don't leave?"

The young man had seen the ferocity of the Guards' attack on Edinburgh, and the foolishness of the difference between the Freshman Army and the Guards' Army, so he was very afraid of these wolf-like alien warriors.

"Go and see! When the new army is dispatched, something big must have happened here, and we have to inquire clearly and leave at a convenient time. ”

Old Hank raised his head as he spoke, his face had changed to a kind expression, grabbed Derek's arm, and approached the Rosevia warrior at the entrance of the docks.

"Stop! Don't you see that this place has been locked down and martial law?" Ilan saw an old man walking on the opposite side who ignored the warning belt and went straight to the dock, and immediately felt unhappy, and immediately waved his bayonet to force the other party to stop.

"Knights, lords, have worked hard. ”

The old tomb robber hurriedly nodded his head, then turned and pointed at Derek behind him:

"My son and I were about to travel to Rosevia, and when we went out, we found that the pier was sealed, what happened?"

"You don't know?"

Ilan and Quincy on the other side glanced at each other with a surprised expression.

"Did something happen?" said Old Hank, confused.

"You haven't been out in the last few days, have you? Sometimes it's good to like squatting at home. Let me tell you, there have been several vicious serial killings in the western suburbs in recent days, and all the victims have been brutally stripped of their skin. The Governor suspects that the series of killings is related to the cultists. Maybe it will develop into a demonic disaster, so he ordered us to be sent to blockade the western suburbs and cooperate with the thorough investigation of the murderer!"

Ilan saw that the old man kept nodding his head and was very pleasing to the eye, so he said a few more words:

"You'd better stay home at night, don't wander around, and wait for the murderer to ambush you, and then go on a trip. ”

"There is such a cruel murderer in the world!?" exclaimed old Hank, half-truthfully. As soon as his body was weak, if it weren't for Derek's quick eyes behind him, he would probably fall to the ground on the spot.

Skinned murderers...... Yahweh God is above. Don't be a skinning spirit!

The old tomb robber didn't expect things to be so big, and with a ghost in his heart, he suddenly linked the matter in front of him to the evil spirit of the Treves family.

He knew the ability of the Rosevian to catch evil spirits. In case they catch the evil spirits of the Treves family. Did the things you committed soon come to light?

Thinking of this, Old Hank's thighs couldn't help but shudder.

Ilan and his friends didn't think about it so much, they just thought that it was an old man in the countryside who had never seen the world and was stupid by the murder, and Quincy even smiled and picked a bayonet at his colleague:

"Why do you say so much, you see you scare people. ”

"Hey, are you alright?" Ilan mistook for it, embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's so scary, we're not traveling. The old grave robber stood up straight. With a palpitating expression, after a brief farewell. Then he turned around and left the martial law zone.

......

"What are we going to do next? Shall we just go back?"

On the way back to Old Hank's house, Derek couldn't help but break the silence.

"Of course you can't go back!"

The old tomb robber took a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said angrily: "Since we are under martial law, we have to find a way to leave, otherwise we will either die at the hands of evil spirits, or we will be captured and imprisoned by the Rosevians!"

"But you've heard that the Roseians just said they had cordoned off the entire western suburbs. ”

"Of course I do, but they're not familiar with it...... I have a shortcut. ”

Old Hank glanced warily to the left and right, and when he was sure that there were few pedestrians on the road, he dragged the young man into the grass beside him.

The two men walked through the overgrown hills, until they stopped at a dark bend in the corner, and before them was a white-stone building, with a solid surface devoid of ornamentation, except for a cross erected on the roof.

"This is the church?" Derek was a little confused.

"As you can see, it's really a church, but it also has other side hustles. ”

Old Hank's gaze turned to the young man beside him, looked at his ignorant expression, and explained concisely and quickly: "The priest inside has a way to arrange for us to leave, provided that you have enough money. ”

"I hope so. ”

Derek's voice lowered, "I don't think anyone will be able to break through the blockade of the Rosevians. ”

"Young man, the army blockading this place is not only the Rosevians, but also the army of our Pandolagon dynasty......"

Without warning, a hoarse voice interjected, and its owner was a man in his forties, with a scruffy beard and strong, muscular muscles, even Will was a little shorter than him. But even more striking than that height is the wooden prosthesis on his right leg.

"In other words, can you help us get out of here?" said old Hank, looking at him coldly.

"Of course, but it's not a small amount of money to get out of here. The man grinned and laughed: "Poor old Hank, I thought you could enjoy your old age here, but I didn't expect to make me wait for this business." ”

He then patted his prosthetic leg with his sound left hand: "Out of the rules, I'm not interested in knowing what you have done, 200,000 soles each, and I will be able to let you leave safely tomorrow." ”

"We wanted to leave tonight. The old grave robber insisted.

"That's impossible, because tomorrow the kingdom's legions will change guards, and besides, it's not too early, you need to recharge your energy and prepare for tomorrow's escape, 50,000 soles a night. ”

The man looked at the gloomy sunlight rolling in the dark clouds, and was busy painting the white walls of the church with a dim black and yellow: "Of course you can refuse, but you may not be able to sleep peacefully at home." ”

"The deal was fair. ”

Old Hank stared into his eyes, then nodded, "We're staying here tonight, I'll pay for it, but...... You have to keep us safe. ”

"Of course, after all, I also need word of mouth to maintain my business. ”

The man blinked, snapped his fingers, and then turned and walked into the church: "I'll arrange a room for you, I promise, the superior suite here will make you feel at home." ”

"200,000 yuan for one person, plus 50,000 yuan for accommodation, two people ...... Forty-five sols?" Derek counted the cost of his escape, his eyes glaring at the astronomical number.

"No way, no one can help us now except this guy. ”

The old tomb robber covered his chest in pain, and glanced at the dim sky through a window: "Don't you like to pray...... Start praying now, pray that the evil spirits will not find us tonight. ”

......

Inside the rooms of the faithful in the church.

Old Hank sat vigilantly in a wooden chair with a whiskey bottle in his hand, while Drake sat across from him with an uneasy look on his face, so that the two could watch each other's eyes on the spot.

The old tomb robber threw a sip of wine on his neck, swallowed the wine hard, and gasped and said, "You go to sleep first, you rest in the first half of the night, and I will rest in the second half of the night." ”

"Okay. ”

Derek lay his face directly on the table, and the nightmares for three consecutive days made the young man extremely tired, and he fell asleep all of a sudden.

It was another bleak night, and he and the old grave robber were driving a wagon through the wilderness and hills, trying to escape from this terrible town.

A large dark tunnel soon appeared in front of them, and they tried to get around it, but no matter how they got around, the huge dark hole always mockingly appeared in front of the carriage.

As the night grew darker and darker, the whole wilderness was covered in endless darkness, and at last only a lonely carriage remained. They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, then gritted their teeth, whipped their horsewhips, and burrowed into the tunnel.

The light in the tunnel flickered on and off, and the irregular sticky objects on the ground in front of the road also flickered. The two of them carefully walked around the unidentified objects, chanting the eulogy in their mouths, and just as the carriage was about to rush out of the tunnel, they suddenly found a man sitting in the middle of them with not an inch of skin on his body.

The man lifted his bloody arm, shoved his fingers into their mouths, and little by little, peeled off their skin, starting at the corners of their mouths. (To be continued.) )