"Ahhh

Derek screamed and screamed from his sleep, his hands pressed the corners of his mouth, and the pain of being skinned in his dream still seemed to remain in his nerves, causing his body to spasm.

"Quiet. ”

Old Hank glared at him with deep eye sockets, the loose skin on his face trembled a few times, and asked in a deep voice:

"Nightmare?"

"Here he is...... He will skin us...... He's going to skin us......"

The young man didn't seem to be fully awake, holding his head in his hands, his empty eyes completely unfocused, just talking to himself.

"Calm down, if you're crazy right now, that's exactly what he wants to see. ”

The old grave robber, noticing that the candle beside him was dying, got up and took another candlestick from the side of the cabinet, lit it, and pushed it in front of Derek:

"Now it's my turn to rest, to cheer up, and not to go anywhere if I stay here. ”

“......”

Derek stared straight at the candle flame, and only regained his clarity after half a ring, and nodded:

"Okay. ”

"Take it easy, it's all going to pass, and tomorrow we'll leave here and start over in a new city. There will be no evil spirits, no guards, and no one will know who we are. I'm very rich, and I'm only carrying a small part of it now, as long as you are willing to be my son, you can do whatever you want in the future. ”

Perhaps worried about the other party's current mental state, Old Hank did not rest immediately, but cheered up and began to sketch the future with the young man:

"What do you want to do. But there's nothing you can do all the time?"

"I ...... I want to be a pastry chef......" The young man's eyes regained a little brightness.

"You'll have your own dessert shop in a few days, I promise. The old grave robber stretched out his wrinkled right hand and patted him on the shoulder. Comforting in a slow voice:

"Relax a little bit, get through tonight and everything will be fine. ”

"Thank you, father. ”

Derek's tense nerves slackened as much as his expression, and his eyes lit up with gratitude.

"Very well, son. ”

Old Hank saw that his eyes had regained clarity, and then he was relieved to lie down on the table. I closed my eyes, which were already sore, and after a while, I let out a slight snoring sound.

"Everything will be fine tomorrow. Everything will be fine tomorrow......" The young man muttered to himself comforting himself, then stood up and moved his muscles a little, when he suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate.

He raced to the toilet. Keep your eyes closed. Return to your room after urinating.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Derek shivered a cicada, and he pursued the location where the cold air was blowing, and his eyes swept to the door of the room.

Suddenly I found that the latch was missing, the door was hidden, and a crack was opened!

He's coming?

The young man suddenly came to his senses, and an indescribable fear spread up his spine and rushed to the top of his head. Penetrates every capillary throughout the body.

Derek could feel a pair of cold, full eyes staring at him outside the crack in the door. It's exactly the same as the suffocating feeling of oppression in a dream.

He wanted to take this feeling as an illusion, but the instinct of his body told the young man over and over again that it was not an illusion.

At this moment, a sudden and strong cold wind blew in, and the door of the hidden room creaked and opened a little, and an even colder feeling enveloped Derek's whole body, as if he were in an ice cellar.

Derek wanted to cry out for help, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

The feeling of dying was like a cold python that tightened the young man's neck little by little, and he even smelled a rotten and bloody smell in the air.

Is this a dream?

He hoped so, but the shadow of fear never faded.

In the cold wind, the candle flame shook violently, and the whole room was plunged into a flickering dim light. The moonlight outside the window shone in coldly, covering the high and low objects in the room with a strange and light grayish white, as if there was no blood color of skin.

Squeak!

The door to the room slammed open, but in the next moment, a bright arrow-shaped beam of light flew out, hitting the darkness inside the crack in the door.

At the moment when the light pierced the darkness, the young man heard a terrifying howl, and immediately rushed to the door as fast as he could, closed the door panel hard, and inserted the latch with a "snap".

"It's coming?"

Old Hank had come to his senses at this time, lowered his head, and looked at the steaming hollow in his chest clothes, revealing a palpitating expression.

"I think so. ”

Derek slumped on the floor, letting the cold sweat on his face slide down and said in a hoarse voice, "Your relic can only drive it away, not hurt it." ”

"If you can keep driving it away, that's enough. ”

The old grave robber took out the bone arrow from the pocket close to his chest, and clenched it in his hand vigorously, his eyes full of uncertainty:

"But I don't know how many times it will be used. ”

As he spoke, he slowly spread out his right hand and showed the holy object in his hand in front of the other party's eyes - the surface of the bone arrow was already covered with cracks, and it looked like it might collapse at any moment.

"No, no, no......"

The young man shuddered, then shook his head.

The room suddenly fell silent, and there was a dead silence, and the cold and oppressive atmosphere seemed to return, surrounding the two of them, and they were breathless. The candlelight swayed upward, bursting with a little spark from time to time, and the flowers on the balcony outside the door cast a long shadow on the white wall, swaying, like an evil spirit that would pounce down at any moment.

......

The next day, the summer sun shone in through the window, crawling down the floor to the two people sitting opposite each other in the room, and after the hot temperature gradually enveloped them, the old tomb robber raised his eyelids, and his stiff expression suddenly thawed in the sunlight.

"It's finally over. ”

He sighed with relief and lit a cigar. The curling smoke swirled and rose in dust in the hot sunlight, then was blown away by a heavy cough.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Old Hank took a sharp puff on his cigar and refreshed himself with the rich, spicy flavor. Then he immediately stood up and pressed the cigar he had only taken a puff into the ashtray.

"Prepare yourself, we'll be out of this place in no time. ”

"Hmm!"

The young man rubbed his swollen and aching eyes, and after his mind and body relaxed suddenly, a strong feeling of fatigue suddenly came to his mind.

The two left the room and found the priest who worked part-time in front of the church, and the other party charged a total of 450,000 soles. Then he was satisfied and gave them a map.

"Walk along this road, almost ten minutes away, and someone will pick you up. He pointed to the red line marked on the map. So explained.

"I hope you don't play tricks. ”

Old Hank glanced at him coldly, took the map, and led Derek out of the church in the wilderness.

As described on the map, they came to a small lake near the mountains.

The sky was getting gloomy again. The surrounding landscape was also shrouded in darkness. All that was left was the inky black lake, reflecting the starlight, and the cool breeze blew silently.

Derek couldn't help but feel a chill as he witnessed this familiar scene, and at this moment, a hand slapped him on the shoulder in the darkness.

"Is it just the two of you leaving?"

The young man was so frightened that he almost cried out, but when he turned around, he found a middle-aged man standing behind him. The other was wearing gray short-sleeved shirts, sturdy canvas trousers, and a pair of glasses on his face. The stubble is neatly shaved, and the whole body is dressed to show off the outfit of a guide.

He leaned forward slightly. The old grave robber looked delighted, but the young man felt that the smile had a somber taste.

"I'm Father Snakehead's partner, Jeffrey the Snakehead, come with me, the car is ready. ”

Although this person's speech and demeanor seemed normal, I don't know if it was because he was frightened all day long and scared the sequelae, Derek felt strongly unnatural.

The young man lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye, through the glasses on the bridge of his nose, saw a pair of eyes full of gloom and ashes, and there was an endless lifelessness, as if it were an endless black hole, as if it could swallow itself at any moment.

The young man lost his mind for a moment, and his body froze weakly in place, but in the next second, the other party showed a row of neat teeth and nodded at him friendly.

It was obviously a gesture of goodwill, but a sudden panic rose in Derek's heart, so he subconsciously moved a few steps to the side.

"Derek, when are you still stunned?

The old grave robber was obviously not as sensitive as he was, shook hands with the other man, grabbed the cheap son's arm, and followed the man's pace.

After nearly half an hour of trekking on the mountain road, they finally came to the edge of a forest filled with the smell of rotting leaves.

The snakehead, who identified himself as Jeffrey, led the two into a dilapidated wooden fence where a light carriage was parked, and Jeffrey walked over to untie the ropes that bound the horses, and beckoned them to get on.

"We must be at the border within six hours, otherwise we will be blocked by Rosevia's guards, and our men will not be able to clear that section, so if we delay the time, we will have to wait the next day. ”

After he pointed to the northwest position of the map, he immediately jumped into the coachman's seat, and when old Hank saw this, he hurriedly pulled Derek into the carriage.

However, at this time, the old tomb robber, who was in a hurry to run, did not pay attention, and a cold wind, with some yellowish stumps and leaves, swooped down, and gently hit the carriage of the carriage, making a stabbing sound. Like an invisible evil spirit, he grinned and bared his teeth and claws desperately trying to tear through the carriage and squeeze between the two.

......

Years of grey-brown dead leaves and black dead branches littered the trail beneath his feet, lined with lush green ferns and shrubs, and a light carriage followed the rocks that trickled down the hill along both sides.

On the way, Derek observed the head of the snake on which the driver was sitting more than once, and found that the man always had his head down, and the posture of turning his neck was also a little different, as if he was stuck in something, and could only twist little by little.

Could this guy be an evil spirit?

The thought crossed the young man's mind, and then he was quickly vetoed by himself, if this person was an evil spirit, then it was time for Old Hank's holy relic to be activated when he came forward.

After three hours of jolting, all three people in the car were sweating profusely, so they took a break.

Derek had just found a stone and sat down, took a sip of the jug handed by the old grave robber, and glanced at Geriff out of the corner of his eye, only to find that his expression suddenly became strange.

The man unbuckled his trouser belt, walked to the nearest pine tree in a urinating gesture, and leaned his body against the trunk at once.

Then, to the young man's disbelief, he grabbed his throat with such force that it was as if he were about to strangle himself to death. At the same time, there was a sudden wriggling of his face and under the skin of his hands, like a squirming earthworm, constantly crawling in the flesh and blood.

Derek was about to see some clues, but the other party suddenly turned his head and glared at him viciously.

The young man was so frightened that he quickly turned his head and covered his mouth hard, his heart fluttering and pounding like a heavy blow.

......

The western suburbs at this time.

A door was ajar, and Yalei slowly pushed it in, the hall dimly lit, and the broken glass windows cast several staggered rays of light. He looked closely at the layout of the room and saw a dusty shell wind chime hanging from the antechamber, and a small boat carved from coconut shell on the cabinet.

There was a striking hole in the middle of the hull, as if it had been pierced by some sharp object, and some brown liquid remained on the edge of the hole.

"Boss, check it out. ”

Kara walked quickly behind the black-haired knight, checked a list, and said carefully:

"This person's name is Jeffrey, who has been engaged in the illegal business of assisting criminals to smuggle people during his lifetime, and is a well-known smuggler, and he also has a certain status in the underground world. ”

"How long have you been dead?"

The black-haired knight reached out and took the coconut shell boat and held it in his hand.

According to the autopsy, it has been more than three days since he died, but his neighbors said that he had seen the man in and out of public places such as shops and bars yesterday. This is a realistic painting of him after his death. ”

As she spoke, Kara handed a realistic oil painting in her hand to Yare.

In the painting, Jeffrey's body resembles an enlarged piece of honeycomb coal, and his skin is densely covered with holes the size of cigarette butts. The blood had dried up, and there was a stubborn staggering mess of unspeakable staggering between his body and sides.

“......”

The black-haired knight took one look, then took the painting and instructed the other party: "Paste the portrait of this man in all corners of the Highland Kingdom, and I will find him." ”

(To be continued.) )