"Dad...... I think we're in trouble. ”

The young man's throat trembled twice, and he shook the old grave robber on his back hard, but the other party did not respond, as if he was asleep.

Calm down, spider...... The spider doesn't seem to be able to see what moves (wrong), and if I just retreat slowly, I should be able to get out of here safe and sound.

Derek comforted himself with the common sense of making up for mistakes, and at the same time held his breath and prepared to return the way he came.

As soon as he took four or five steps back, the back of his head hit something, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, his face couldn't help but turn pale, and he let go of his hand with a shout and jumped back.

As soon as he let go, old Hank followed his confused ass to the ground, shook his head and raised his head, and screamed at the sight.

The old grave robber was frightened enough by the spider, while the young man was frightened by something else—a shriveled human skin hung from the tree behind him, clinging to the craggy bones, dangling from the cobwebs.

"Black-faced spider!?"

Looking at the dense spiders that spread like a carpet, old Hank jumped up in fright, and when he touched his belt and didn't find the dagger, he realized that the thing had been handed over to his cheap son before.

"Give me the dagger!"

The old grave robber snatched the dagger from the young man's hand in a rage, escorted him and slowly retreated, and scolded at the same time: "You idiot, why did you run into the black-faced spider forest?"

"I don't know, I'm just running in the direction ......of the sun, as you said," the young man explained, shrinking his head and trembling.

"Idiot!"

Old Hank couldn't help but curse again. The dagger in his right hand slashed in front of him, and a sharp air stream shot out in an instant, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

"Sword Wind!?"

Derek stared at the sword mark dumbfounded. Then he slapped himself in the face, and after finding out that it was not a hallucination, he yelled excitedly:

"You...... You're hiding it!

"Blame ......"

The old grave robber was also dumbfounded, and glanced at his calloused hands, and his confused brain couldn't figure out the situation at all.

As a man, and a generation that grew up under the oppression of the Great Wall of Terror, Old Hank did learn swordsmanship in his early years. And he worked hard, but he was kicked out of training camp early because of his poor talent.

The main reason for being considered to have poor talent is because he has never been able to learn the sword style. Later, he was forced by life and had to do the business of tomb robbery, and the level of swordsmanship naturally retreated with the relaxation.

I didn't expect that the sword style that I couldn't practice desperately in my early years was inexplicably learned when I died. This is a return to the past. Is this the potential that has unleashed within me at a critical juncture?

Old Hank quickly overturned this idea, because he felt that his current state was completely different.

The spiders in front of them moved slowly as if they were staggering in the water, and the sound of the wind in the forest became long and clear, and the raised veins on the surface of the leaves were clearly visible between the swings of the branches and leaves.

The old grave robber was tempted to find out what had happened to her, but the scene before her did not allow her to think too much - spiders lined up in a horizontal line along the sword marks, and kept coming from behind.

It seems to be judging the strength of the enemy and the enemy, and after a stalemate. Several massive spiders huddled into the front row, their arthropods tentatively reaching over the sword marks.

Whoosh!

A translucent stream of air flashed. The spider's body tilted and fell into the sword marks, and the whole body was suddenly separated, and a puddle of green bodily fluid flowed out.

"Awesome!"

Derek exclaimed in surprise, and then strode forward, hiding his whole body behind the old grave robber, and constantly cheering him on:

"Come on, get rid of them all. ”

"Small!"

Old Hank didn't expect him to become so powerful, and he couldn't help but want to show his hands in front of his cheap son, and raised his hand to plan to play two more beautiful sword styles.

At this moment, a piercing scream suddenly came out from the inside of the heavy spider web, and the entire forest swayed with the sound waves, and the spider swarm suddenly surged wildly, rushing towards the two of them like a tide.

In an instant, the corpse of the spider covered the sword marks, resisting the whistling sword wind, stepping on the corpse of its companion and rushing towards the prey. In the distance, spiders peeked out of the canopy and rained down, tearing out layers of webs.

"They're all pouring in!"

Drake's face turned pale with fright, and when he saw that the spiders around him were about to fill the entire forest, he immediately jumped to his feet and shouted:

"Let's run away, or it'll be too late!"

"Run!"

Seeing that this group of spiders was killing more and more, the old tomb robber immediately turned around and swung a sword wind, splitting a gap in the thicker and thicker cobwebs behind him, and plunged into it with his cheap son.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

In the narrow space covered with cobwebs, the cold light of the snow constantly brings up spider silk, and the snow flies into the air like snow.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

The young man followed closely behind the cheap daddy, panting and looking at each other more and more strangely.

Just a few minutes ago, this old man still looked like he was dying with a high fever, and he couldn't even walk steadily, so suddenly he became so fierce?

Old Hank was in a hurry to flee for his life, plus he had to deal with cobwebs, so he naturally didn't have time to think like the other party, and the dagger tore through several cobwebs with a sharp sword wind, and suddenly sank, entangled in a shiny sticky silk.

He looked up and saw that a spider had somehow crawled overhead, half of its body hidden in a cobweb, lurking to launch a surprise attack.

If the chasing spider were to be compared to a chicken, it would be a wild dog, almost five feet in diameter, with a thick, round shell that was black and shiny, and pincer-like forelimbs as thick as a broad sword.

At this time, the big spider was puffing out its lower abdomen, and the weaver couldn't help but spew out finger-thick spider silk, wrapped the dagger in the old grave robber's hand layer by layer, and then wrapped it around his wrist.

"Damn it!"

Old Hank roared and pulled hard, those seemingly fragile spider silk was not only sticky, but also extremely tough. He couldn't break free for a while.

"It's—they're chasing it!"

Derek glanced at the rapidly approaching spider swarm, and was immediately frightened, and immediately stepped forward to help the cheap daddy pull the spider silk.

"Let go!"

The old grave robber jerked the young man away. Suddenly, he let go of the dagger, and his body rushed to the big black-faced spider along the dagger of the shuttle, and he raised his leg and kicked hard at the opponent's head.

Bang!

The spider's entire head shattered, splattering large expanses of disgusting green slime.

"We have to hurry!"

Old Hank picks up the dagger that has fallen to the ground, rips off the cobwebs, and then grabs his cheap son's arm and walks like a fly.

Soon, the old grave robber began to think that the other party was too slow. Raise your hand to scoop it up and resist the point, run faster and faster, and suddenly stumble under your feet. Both of them flew out at the same time.

Old Hank's shoulder hit the ground first, but the huge impact did not affect him much, and soon the old man supported the infiltration, looking for the figure of the cheap son:

"Derek?"

"I'm okay!"

Derek tore away the spider silk that was stuck to his body. Teeth grinned and stood up from behind him. Then he glanced at his surroundings.

The light in the space was very dim, only a little cold light reflected by the dagger could be seen, and a layer of quilt-like spider silk was laid under his feet, which felt sticky and thick when he stepped on, which was very uncomfortable.

"Derek......" The old grave robber suddenly lowered his voice.

"What's wrong?" the young man found the source of the sound in the darkness, and then turned his gaze to the cheap dad.

"Don't talk, don't move. ”

Old Hank's voice was soft as if in a dream, and he clenched the dagger in his hand. Breathing becomes heavier and heavier.

“......”

Derek rolled his eyes for some reason, but kept his mouth shut obediently. At the same time, there was no movement - above his head, two huge eyes floated.

......

It's a wide space.

Dark, cold, dark green poison gas like a cloud swirls slowly in the center, like a huge spiral vortex.

There are large and small poisonous insect nests around it, and at a glance, it is impossible to count how many there are. In every viscous dark green nest, there is a poisonous insect, and even more. They hunt, kill, mate, breed, and ...... Every minute, the number of these poisonous insects increases.

In the shadow-covered clouds at the top of the space, a huge layer of spider webs hung out, white and boundless, the area exceeded the size of a normal city, and the translucent spider silk was as thick as a lighthouse.

At tens of thousands of feet in the air, a huge figure lying in the center of the spider web, the carapace of the body is engraved with countless dense and strange patterns, these tadpole-like lines are constantly swimming as if they have life, and they are extremely strange.

The head shrouded in darkness leaned against its webs, its mouthparts facing the ground below, and the huge spiral vortex was the air it exhaled.

"What a familiar taste......"

At the top of the cobweb, a long, heavy voice came out, sounding like two voices speaking at the same time, one high and one low, with a hint of metallic trills in the end.

After a moment of silence, the voice rang out again.

"It is a strong and dark will, a decaying soul that desires to transcend all beings and become extraordinary. There was appreciation and approval in his voice.

"Even more wonderful, he appeared in the rebellious territory of my stupid brother, Hell...... The timing was just right. ”

The clouds of shadows rolling in the sky lit up a pair of huge green eyes, like two suns, illuminating the entire gray earth.

The viscous earth beneath the cobwebs began to shake for a while, and countless poisonous insect nests were covered by the tumbling waves of earth, and as a pitch-black empty crack suddenly cracked in the middle of the earth, a blood-colored flesh cocoon with a diameter of more than hundreds of yards towered out of the ground.

"This is a gift from the demon god, and it must be used properly. ”

With a gloomy chuckle, the eyes in the shadow clouds suddenly closed, the space returned to its previous darkness, and in the center of the cracked earth, the mountain-sized blood-colored flesh cocoon had long since disappeared.

......

Highland Kingdom, temporary camp.

"It can interfere with your will...... What kind of power is that?"

Yare was silent for a moment, then glanced at Lydia, who was sitting across from him, looking nervous:

"You can't be blamed for this matter, no one would have thought that a homeless man begging on the side of the road could actually burst out to resist the power of the Origin Knight, which is really unreasonable. ”

“......”

The female knight's face was relieved, and she looked like a heavy stone in her heart had finally landed.

"Still. ”

The black-haired knight turned his words, and his eyes scraped on her face like a blade:

"You are not well supervised, so that a large number of monsters mixed into the quarantine area, such a big mistake cannot go unpunished, go down and get a hundred military sticks yourself. Also, before dinner tomorrow, I'm going to see your review. ”

"Yes. ”

Lydia bowed her head slightly, pursed her thin rosy lips, and turned away from the tent.

After watching the knight leave, Aree turned his gaze back to the file on his desk, a missing list of a dozen recently missing individuals.

One of them's message struck him as strange - Hank Parker.

This person has a very large criminal record in the Highland Kingdom, and has been charged with illegal invasion, theft, tomb robbery, blasphemy, and forgery of documents, etc., which can be said to be a bad record.

Judging from the information obtained by the investigator from his residence, the man must have absconded in fear of crime and was improvised. But the problem is that all his bad deeds have been done with money, and there should be no need to escape.

Could it be that this guy offended someone, or that he had to run away? Could it be that he suddenly absconded during this sensitive period and had something to do with the skinning killer?

Yare pondered.

Unconsciously, the morning sun has quietly risen to the horizon, and the golden light has drawn clear lines under the combing of the dense branches and leaves, scattered in the form of stairs inside the big tent.

"Boss, it's me, Beverly. A familiar voice from outside the account woke the black-haired knight from his thoughts.

"Come in. ”

Yalei picked up the strong tea on his right hand and took a sip.

"Got it checked. ”

The red-haired boy strode into the big tent with a stack of materials, and said with a bright face:

"The man you asked me to check, Hank Parker, is a veteran grave robber who has been involved in many grave robberies and is considered an old man in the industry. The other one of the missing men, the man named Will, was his accomplice! And, just recently, witnesses had seen the two of them wandering around the Treves family cemetery, as if waiting for an opportunity to commit a crime. ”

"The cemetery of the Treves family...... Isn't that where we just went yesterday?" the black-haired knight furrowed.

"Yes!"

Beverly nodded heavily, then said with a fluttering eyebrow, "Maybe...... That skinning killer is the two of them!"

"When did the witnesses see them wandering around the Treves family cemetery area?" he hurriedly asked.

"Wait a minute......

The red-haired boy flipped through the information in his hand, read and searched silently for a moment, and quickly raised his head and said:

"The last time was a week ago. ”

"A week...... You say, if you want to steal a tomb in the middle of nowhere, do you need a week to plan?" Areh had a vague feeling that he seemed to have grasped some important clue. (To be continued.) )