In the western suburbs of Edinburgh, a private aristocratic cemetery.

The size of the family that built a cemetery on the outskirts of the capital of the Highland Kingdom was no slouch, and although it seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time, you can still see the once magnificent layout, with a Mediterranean-style columned cloister enclosing the entire cemetery, and the rows of cross-shaped tombstones in the vast courtyard form a strange mixture.

Even after the death of the Catholic Church, the Celtic aristocracy was still accustomed to bury a large number of luxuries at their rest, and because of this custom, some of the uneducated and immoral subordinates would always focus on these possessions belonging to the dead.

They are skilled in using professional tools to dig open the secret chambers where the dead live, disturb the sleep of the dead without virtue, and then loot those precious burial goods and launder them into legitimate income through various channels.

During the reign of the Fannon Dynasty, such things were not uncommon, and after the destruction of this dynasty by powerful enemies in the south and the collapse of the ruling order, these scum living in the dark naturally became even more unscrupulous.

There are even old people who faked their deaths because they were stripped of their funeral goods, and they died of anger, and their resentments lingered after death, and they turned into skinning evil spirits to attack passers-by.

From the first time this happened, the Military Department and the Pandoragon dynasty, which had gradually established its rule, quickly launched a series of countermeasures against this phenomenon. These include the rebuilding of urban and rural guards, cracking down on underground banks, offering heavy bounties to tomb robbers, and subsidizing the salaries of grave guards.

Now, the graveyards in the Highlands are gradually returning to their former tranquility, but that doesn't mean that the tomb robbers have abandoned their old jobs.

The area of this aristocratic cemetery in front of you is not small. If you include the surrounding gardens, it is even bigger, and it is impractical to expect an old drunkard who has stepped into a coffin with half a leg to guard the cemetery, but who made him the uncle of the local sheriff's little chief.

At the entrance to the cemetery. The old grave keeper rested by a campfire, a piece of half-cooked bacon skewered with a stick, and a medium-sized cask on his left.

Long waiting in the gloomy cemetery, no matter how lively and active people are, they will become silent, and the old grave keeper is the same, he silently roasts his dinner, without saying a word. The only sound left in the air was the burning and popping of firewood.

A cloud obscured the moonlight of the night, and the cemetery in the distance was soon shrouded in darkness, and the night became the best disguise for the stalkers.

Several nimble figures quickly climbed over the fence. A puff of smoke slipped into the cemetery, and at the exit, a few hundred yards away, the elderly grave keeper had already poured wine into it, and did not notice the visitor in the night.

But this is also the luck of the grave keeper. Because even if he found something. There is no way to stop what is about to happen.

The robbers took a closer look at the graves they passed by, and finally turned their attention to a newest tomb, which was not ornately decorated, but a tombstone inlaid with gold inscriptions still revealed the status and wealth of the deceased during his lifetime.

A brief epitaph was engraved on the tombstone, and the tomb robbers could see the inscription by the moonlight in the sky after the clouds drifted:

Here he slept and embraced the goddess of night and abundance. ”

"The Goddess of Night and Abundance...... How come I have never heard of this God?"

The youngest grave robber seemed a little nervous, and from time to time he looked at the exit of the cemetery. I was afraid that a fierce and vicious urban and rural guard team would suddenly emerge there.

"Calm down, there's just a deaf old drunkard there. He may not be able to hear you singing dolphins here, I have already figured it out. ”

The burliest tomb robber stared at the golden thread on the tombstone, his eyes shining with greed and desire, and he couldn't help but lick his lips:

"As for what night goddess...... It doesn't matter what god she is, all I care about is how much treasure is in his tomb. ”

"There will be no less. ”

The eldest grave robber seems to be quite familiar with the cemetery, as several family treasures explain:

"This is the cemetery of the Treves family, which was once the most famous family in the western suburbs, but unfortunately the whole family was killed because of the rebellion against the restoration of the Pandoragon dynasty, and the old man who guarded the tomb had no owner behind him, and he was completely paid by the government. This means that even if it is looted, no one will come to us for trouble. ”

"Then what are we waiting for, hurry up!"

The burly grave robber took a shovel from behind, spat two mouthfuls of saliva into his hands, and thrust a shovel into the bulging burial chamber.

"I always feel bad about it...... Can...... Can we just take one or two burial goods and rebury the rest with the deceased?" the young tomb robber seems to be robbing a tomb for the first time, and he has not yet crossed the threshold of conscience.

"Shut up! If you don't want to do it, get out of here. ”

The older grave robber glared at him fiercely, then untied his shovel from behind his back, walked across from his accomplices, expertly found the edge of the burial chamber, and quickly dug the earth along the edge.

Eventually, the little grave robber had to untie his shovel, roll up his sleeves, and begin digging the grave with his accomplices. Every time he dug up a shovel of dirt, his strong accomplices usually had already dug up five, but the little grave robber was still sweating from exhaustion.

"Are you a man? Didn't you always want to marry a pretty girl from Rosevia? Tell you, no more than our Celtic women, the girls there are fierce, and with your physique, you will die suddenly if you can't survive the wedding night. "The burly tomb robbers were not only digging, but also laughing at their accomplices from time to time.

"Be quiet! Don't let passers-by hear. ”

The old tomb robber has a cautious style, and from time to time he will listen to the movements in his hands and listen to the movements around the cemetery.

The coffin of the owner of the tomb was buried very deep, about nine feet underground, which was still an astonishing depth for an old tomb robber who had seen all kinds of tombs. This obviously caused the grave robbers a great deal of suffering, but the more this happened, the more excited they became. Because often only tombs with extremely precious accompanying collections will be buried so deeply.

With a "bang", the little grave robber's shovel obviously touched something.

"It's finally dug out. What kind of treasure is hidden, and the coffin is buried so deeply. The burly grave robber crawled out of the tomb and gasped for air with a shovel.

"Secrecy means preciousness. Maybe this time we'll get a surprise. The old robber stood on the mound and looked at the coffin below: "Move quickly, take something and withdraw immediately." ”

The little grave robber looked at the tombstone lying on the ground, and the epitaph on it—where he slept, embracing the goddess of night and abundance.

A cold wind blew through the ground, as if a cold, sticky tentacle slid on his back, and with the sky once again covered by dark clouds, he felt a strange chill in the deep summer night.

"God willing...... God bless me......" the little grave robber looked nervously to the left and right. Keep drawing words on your chest.

At this moment, his two companions had already jumped into the tomb along the rope, and a good Nanmu spirit chest appeared in front of them. At 7 feet long and 3 feet wide, this size is three times the size of a typical coffin.

The two tomb robbers glanced at each other, and they could both see surprise in each other's swollen eyes. Such a large coffin. Can there be less burial goods buried inside?

"Eh, why is the pattern on the coffin so strange?"

The old grave robber seemed to notice something unusual, leaned down and wiped the dirt covering the coffin with his hands. It was found that the surface of the coffin was carved with many twisted and obscure patterns, which seemed to be overlapping and curled tentacles, entangled with each other, and just looking at it, you could feel a cold and sticky malicious pavement.

"It's a little weird indeed. ”

Another tomb robber also showed a suspicious expression, and the Highland Kingdom has been influenced by Catholic culture for many years. In order to be able to approach the kingdom of heaven after death, many people like to carve images of angels and holy relics on the coffin.

Even if there is no traditional Kylean influenced by Catholic culture. He also likes to carve family crests or swords to ward off evil spirits, and few people use such scalp-numbing images to accompany them.

"There may be something wrong with this coffin......"

The experienced old grave robber narrowed his eyes, unlike the two accomplices, he was a tomb robber who had seen the world and knew which coffins could be dug and which ones could not be dug up.

"Won't you...... How can there be so many problematic coffins......" The burly tomb robber stared at the coffin with fear, and although he didn't believe it, his body still honestly took half a step back.

"Let me see ...... again"

With a hint of luck, the old tomb robber approached the coffin again, wiped all the dirt off the coffin, and then carefully observed the structure of the coffin.

Like most side-opening coffins, this one is irregular hexagonal in shape, with a piercing dark red rune in the center, which appears to be a religious pattern.

When the old tomb robber wiped the dirt from the coffin, his two accomplices were visibly taken aback, and the blood-red characters in the moonlight showed a mysterious color.

"It seems that there is something really wrong with this coffin. ”

The old tomb thief stared at the characters on the lid of the coffin, and after a moment of silence, a resolute expression appeared on his face: "We can't steal this coffin, otherwise it may cause a disaster." ”

"What could be more calamity than starvation?"

The burly grave robber stared at the mass of characters, and for a moment his spirit and soul were firmly absorbed by it, and he felt the urge to open the coffin.

The man, who was already extremely greedy and impetuous, could not contain this impulse at all, stepped in front of the coffin, and lifted the lid of the coffin with his hand. only to find that the lid of the coffin was firmly nailed shut

"What are you doing?"

The old tomb robber didn't expect his accomplice to be so crazy, and hurriedly paid to stop it: "There is obviously something wrong with this coffin, don't you want to die?"

"I don't care! I want money! I want money!!

The other man gasped like an angry bull, his skin flushed with a strange red tide, and squirming and swollen green tendons burst out, and with a slight push, he slapped his accomplice towards the inner wall of the tomb.

Bang!

The old grave robber's body slammed against the tomb wall, and he raised his head in wailing, noticing that his accomplices had gone mad enough to tear the lid of the coffin with their bare hands, completely ignoring the splashes of flesh and blood, and his face was suddenly covered with disbelief in horror.

"He's crazy! What are we going to do?"

When the little tomb robber saw such a scene, he was immediately frightened and collapsed to the ground.

"Pull me up!"

The old grave robber hurriedly grabbed the rope hanging from above, calling for his accomplices to cooperate with him, while climbing up as fast as he could.

"Good, good!"

The young man exerted all his strength, gritted his teeth and tugged at the rope, pulling the grizzled accomplice out of the tomb.

"Let's go!"

The old tomb robber climbed into the tomb, and without saying a word, grabbed the tomb robber's arm and ran away:

"This kind of coffin is likely to harbor evil spirits, and once it is released, we are all finished! Run! The sooner the better!"

The little grave robber hurriedly followed behind his accomplices, and listened to the beastly howls in the tomb behind him, and his face became more and more pale:

"We're gone, so what is he going to do?"

"He's finished!" replied the old grave robber in no uncertain terms.

In the tomb, the tomb robber frantically pulled the coffin lid with his fingers, and soon his hands were bloody and fleshy, but he didn't seem to feel pain at all, but grabbed the coffin lid more excitedly and feverishly, and tried his best to lift it.

"Hahaha, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to be rich!"

His expression was twisted and he laughed, and the strength in his body became more and more powerful, and in a trance, it seemed as if he saw countless treasures beckoning to him.

Ding--!

One by one, the nails of the coffin continued to loosen in the tremor, and suddenly all of them flew out automatically, and a puff of gray smoke gushed out at the moment the coffin was opened.

Smack!

The lid of the coffin slammed into the bottom of the pit, and in the luxurious coffin, a corpse that had long been deformed was completely exposed to the air, but its appearance was by no means the same as the remains of ordinary deceased.

The surface of the body of the corpse lying in the coffin formed a shell similar to flesh and blood, as if a layer of flesh and blood skin had been poured over the head of the limb, and the body of the deceased was wrapped into a mass of flesh and blood.

"Huh, what the hell is this?"

After seeing the things in the coffin, as if some kind of restraint had been loosened, the tomb robber's mind calmed down in a trance, and the sharp pain in his hands came to his mind along the nerves, and he burst into tears of pain:

"What's going on?

The man raised his hands tremblingly, looking at his flesh-mottled palms, which could almost see the bones, and his face was full of fear and pain:

"My hands! What's wrong with my hands? How did my hands become like this?"

Soon, he noticed the lid of the coffin on the ground, trembling and looking at the coffin in front of him, where dark red and black blood was silently overflowing from the coffin.

Thousands of brown flesh buds wriggling and knotting with each other, like countless tiny arms, crawled out of the coffin with the blood flowing, and soon covered the small sky above the tomb.

"Save ...... Help!"

At the moment of this terrible and miserable howl, countless brown flesh buds covered the tomb robber's body. (To be continued.) )