It was pitch black in front of him, and the road under his feet did not know where to lead, and when there was a glimmer of light in front of him, Derek ran over happily. Through the dazzling light that was instantly incandescent, a noble tomb shrouded in pillars appeared in front of his eyes again.

Looking at the silent tomb shrouded in a cloud of white mist directly in front of him, a fear rose in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.

Run, just leave and you'll be fine!

Derek turned around and just wanted to run, when suddenly a huge tentacle covered with sarcoma instantly wrapped around his neck, cold to the touch, cold to the bone marrow.

The tentacles held him in place, unable to move, and tightened, and soon the man rolled his eyes in fear and despair.

In a trance, Derek saw the tomb and the earth rise on its side, and his accomplices, who were left alone in the cemetery, appeared in front of him in an extremely miserable scene.

Will squirmed wildly in the gloomy crypt, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose constantly squirming in and out of his tentacle flesh, like a humanoid flesh worm with bones removed. Blood and countless ugly, viscous gummy tentacles gushed out of the coffin, echoing over the empty cemetery with the miserable wails of their accomplices.

"Ahh

Derek screamed and woke up from his dream, ripped off the thin blanket around his neck, rolled his whole body under the bed like an electric shock, and gasped like a dehydrated fish.

"Nightmare...... It's this nightmare again. ”

The young man curled up at the leg of the bed, his pupils dilated, his eyes full of fear and vulnerability.

It starts with a failed tomb robbery. For three days in a row, Derek had the same nightmare every night, the tragic scene of Will being tortured to death by evil spirits. Happening again and again in dreams from different perspectives.

He could almost be sure that he was haunted by evil spirits.

"Old Hank...... He has been engaged in the tomb robbery industry for so many years, and he can be safe and sound, there must be a way!"

The young man found a life-saving straw in his chaotic mind, and immediately cheered up, struggled to get up from the edge of the bed, and hastily washed his face with water. I left home in a hurry.

Old Hank, the "expert" who has been engaged in the tomb robbery industry for many years, is also the little leader who lured Derek to join the gang. His house was on the western outskirts of the river. It occupies a small area and looks unremarkable all over the place, but the interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

Derek is envious of his rich family assets. For a while, the money fan agreed to join the house. Unexpectedly, such a terrible incident happened for the first time.

......

On the riverside of the western suburbs, in a luxurious house.

Old Hank sat in the living room with blood-red eyes, dressed in sacrificial garments bought from the priesthood at a high price, with a dozen beautifully shaped crosses pinned to his waist.

On the small round table in front of him was a bottle of Highland whiskey, only a fraction of the wine remained, and at the bottom of the tall and thin bottle was a short sword with rust pressed - a bronze short sword dug up from the ruins of the ancient battlefield of Shejian City, which was said to have the blessing of a certain saint on it, and could ward off evil spirits.

Stealing money from the dead all year round. It would be a fool to say that he is not afraid of the revenge of evil spirits, and the Kingdom of the Highlands is not Rossevia. The revenge of evil spirits is not at all in accordance with the Basic Law.

Therefore, after they make a fortune, they often spend a lot of money to hire guards for personal protection, and if they mix a little, they will also buy holy weapons and evil spirit-warding props at any cost.

You get what you pay for, and personal guards will definitely work, no matter how terrible the evil spirit is, if you can afford to hire a Scourge Knight, you will definitely have peace of mind for the rest of your life.

As for the "holy weapons" and "evil spirits...... Old Hank didn't know what other people were thinking, but at least he thought it worked.

"Damn, that feeling is coming again. ”

Old Hank cursed to himself, reached out and grabbed the bottle, took a sip of it, and then nervously looked around the room.

As a veteran tomb robber who has been crawling and rolling in various tombs all year round, although he is not brilliant, his perception of danger and malice is much sharper than that of ordinary people.

After returning from the Treves family's cemetery, the old grave thief had been feeling restless, as if he had been targeted by something, and he had nightmares, and when he closed his eyes, he was the scene of Will's miserable struggle before he died.

Inferred from previous experience, old Hank knew that he was most likely entangled, and this time the feeling was particularly strong, and the feeling of death was like a circle of cold depression that had been surrounding his body.

Therefore, the old tomb robber took out all the holy weapons that he had accumulated over the years and armed himself to the teeth. I slept during the day, lit up the room by candlelight at night, and recited the Bible all night for three days, but I barely had any accidents.

However, although the evil spirit did not appear, Old Hank's body could not bear it, and if he continued to toss like this, it was estimated that it would not take him a week before he would follow him into the coffin.

In fact, the best way is to turn himself in, but old Hank is unwilling, although he is not as good as other peers, but he is still worth a lot of money with illegal gains, and even has the possibility of being laundered and squeezed into high society.

Just giving up everything and going to prison to die alone is more uncomfortable for him than death.

In desperation, the old tomb thief wanted to simply fight with the evil spirits, he had so many holy weapons and body protectors, he would not lose if he wanted to, and he would be free if he killed it!

After making up his mind, old Hank sat in the living room, waiting for the evil spirits of the Treves family to appear.

Click!

The door suddenly slammed, and the old tomb thief became vigilant, and he drew his bronze dagger from the table, walked over lightly, and suddenly slammed the door open.

Outside the door, the sky was dim and empty, with green lichens under his feet, two palm trees swaying in the wind to the left and right, and a dead silence in the empty courtyard.

He glanced at the front of the opposite house, the brownish-red wooden door closed, like a mouthless mouth.

A sudden gust of wind blew old Hank's bones, and he resisted the urge to escape, and looked up at the sky, only to see the black clouds looming in the sky, rolling uneasily, and a rainstorm seemed to be about to come. Even the cold wind stirred up the waves, constantly stirring the branches of the nearby trees. There was a hoarse whimper.

After waiting for a while, the old grave robber stood until his hands and feet were numb, and finally he did not wait for the evil spirit to appear. He could only rest first and be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Carefully closing the door, old Hank lit all the candles again, and the bright candlelight dispelled all the shadows in the room, and slightly contained the fear in his heart.

He held the bronze dagger in his arms and squinted for a while, but slept vigilantly.

About half an hour later. When the old grave robber heard the door of the wooden house ringing, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat and immediately came to his senses.

Knock knock knock - knock knock!

The doors of the houses were shaking. Apparently there was something knocking on the door panel on the outside.

Old Hank's throat twitched twice, and his eyes skimmed to the round table beside him, and he saw that there was still a little pulp in the whiskey. Suddenly, he picked up the wine bottle as if he had found a treasure. Raise your neck and drink it all.

Kill it and you'll be free!

Borrowing wine to strengthen his courage, the old tomb thief drew a bronze dagger from his bosom, held it tightly in his hand, rushed to the back of the door in three or two steps, opened the latch at once, and then stood at the entrance, waiting for the evil spirit to break in.

Smack!

The door panel was pushed open at once. The cold wind howled and extinguished half of the candlelight, at the same time. A dark shadow poured into the room in the dim yellow skylight:

"Old Hank, are you there?"

The bronze short sword that was half stabbed out of the old robber's tomb suddenly stopped in the middle of the way, and after seeing the pale face of the comer, he spat a mouthful of phlegm on the floor:

"Damn, how could it be you?"

"I'm scared. ”

After Derek saw him, his heart suddenly turned over like a sea, and he hurriedly said in a hoarse voice:

"I've been having nightmares these days, dreaming of Will's death...... The coffin was constantly spurting dark red blood, and there were horrible tentacles that wriggled...... I'm going crazy, really, help me!"

"Come in and talk about it!"

Old Hank took a closer look at the sky outside the door, then closed the door, reinserted the latch, and led Derek back to the living room.

"Nightmares, darkness, numbness...... Will was stripped of his skin...... Struggling like an earthworm in the grave...... You can't imagine what that looks like. Derek followed him closely, describing his nightmare incoherently.

"I know. ”

The old grave robber picked up a bronze bifurcated candlestick, re-lit the candles one by one, and then stared at him with bloodshot eyes:

"Because I've been dreaming the same thing as you these days. ”

The young man of "......" suddenly grew his mouth and froze in place like a puppet.

"I know what you're here for, but unfortunately, I'm not sure I'm protecting myself. ”

Old Hank walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, took out two bottles of whiskey, then uncorked it himself, took a sip, and handed another batch to Derek.

"What should we do?"

The young man trembled and took the bottle, trying to learn from the other party to bite the cork with his mouth, but suddenly he gruckled his teeth and covered his cheeks in pain.

"I don't know...... The best thing to do should be to turn yourself in, but ...... I can't do that. The old tomb robber held the bronze dagger in his palm, his fingers rubbing the rusty spots of the blade, revealing a dazed and helpless expression.

"yes, I don't want to go to jail either. ”

Derek echoed, his eyes lit up, and he said in a hurry and quickly:

"Let's flee, leave the Highland Kingdom, go to Rosevia, go to the City of Shechem, or simply go to the Pope's Kingdom!

"It's a real way ......"

Old Hank thought about it for a moment, and decided that it was obviously better to flee to the other side of the sea than to stay here and fight the evil spirits.

Seeing that the other party agreed to his plan, Derek opened his mouth, and was about to urge him to leave quickly, but unexpectedly, the door panel behind him actually made a strange noise.

Crunch-squeak-click!

The door panel actually opened little by little, and the sound was very grinding to the ears, like a logging saw, a little bit of the inner defense of the two tomb robbers.

"What's going on?"

The young man shivered and glanced at the old tomb robber, and said in a dry voice: "By the way, it is very windy outside, you must have forgotten to close the door, and now the door has been pushed open by the wind." ”

"I remember ...... very well"

Old Hank licked his chapped lips, slowly raised the bronze sword in his hand, stared at the door panel, and said without squinting:

"I plugged the latch, it was tight. ”

“......”

Derek sat down on the ground with a plop, his chest rising and falling violently, his mouth opening and closing several times, but he couldn't say a word.

The door opened a little way, and then came to a halt, and the dim light from the outside squeezed in through the crack, and the carpet was imprinted with a narrow yellow speck.

A cool feeling wrapped around the two of them like vines from the soles of their feet, and Old Hank trembled uncontrollably as if he had a stroke, holding the two hands of the bronze short sword.

The young man hugged his arms tightly, and his mouth was open, and his eyes wandered back and forth between the door and the old tomb robber.

Tick...... Tick......

Dark red blood slid down the crack in the door and fell to the floor, and in the frightened eyes of the two, a bloody hand gradually rested on the edge of the door. Then, half of a bright red face poked out from behind the door, and below, a black hole in the eyes stared straight at old Hank.

There was no skin on this half of the face, and the veins and muscles were exposed to the air, like crawling thick earthworms, glowing red and bright in the dim light.

"It's Will!"

The moment he blurted out, Derek's brain exploded with tingling, his pupils went up, and he almost fainted.

"Will, don't blame us! we can't help it, you're crazy by then. You remember, I tried my best to stop you, but you were completely out of control...... We had no choice but to do it!"

Old Hank said anxiously and quickly, and at the same time took out a holy relic to protect in front of him, trying to stop the other party's pace.

However, the flesh-and-blood figure was still advancing, completely ignoring the power of the "holy relic", stepping out one dark red footprint after another, slowly approaching the old tomb robber who had collapsed into the throwing of the holy relic.

"Don't come, don't come, don't come!"

The old grave robber ripped off the cross in a frenzy, and then threw it at the evil spirit, but the talisman he had hoped for did not play a role in the slightest, except for the sound of landing.

The fleshy body stiffened its right hand, and the wriggling of muscles and tendons could be seen, and a few small brown tentacles disappeared in the yellow-white lymphatic tissue.

"Don't come here!"

Old Hank quickly threw away the amulet items on his body, and when he found that it didn't work at all, he turned around in despair and tried to escape, but he tripped over the cap of the wine bottle he spit out earlier.

The evil spirit then leaned down, and its bloody right hand poked into the other party's face, and at the moment of approaching, a bright arrow-shaped beam of light instantly rushed towards it, hitting the evil spirit's chest, shattering into countless tiny rays of light, blasting it out of the door at once. (To be continued.) )