Thor slowly looked away, his gaze finally landing on the center of the hall on the first floor.

"Is that the one?"

Sander turned around, frozen in place.

"Yes, it's my box, but...... Why, I just came from there. ”

As he spoke, he walked briskly over to the box, stroking it up and down with both hands, and finally even holding the whole box in his arms.

Thor was also a little confused.

This box, when he came in, was definitely not in that place!

And just now, he checked and found no mechanism on the ground that could hide anything, nor did he have any supernatural existence.

So how did that box come out of nowhere?

Is this box special, or is there an anomaly in this house that Thor didn't find?

Thinking that there was once an apprentice who had been expelled from the Wizard's Tower, and that apprentices who were 30 years old and had not reached the third level were prone to mutations, Thor was more inclined to have a problem with this house.

But when he turned on the meditation method again, and when he looked over, the house was still clean.

What wasn't clean was the half-man-tall rattan box.

An ominous gray mist escaped from within, eventually merging with the arms around Sander's neck.

But to Thor's surprise, the gray mist deliberately avoided Tander's body, just surrounding him.

It seems that he is afraid of hurting him.

Determining that the gray mist was a corpse's grievance, Thor raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't seem like I was trying to kill people and hide corpses in the first place." ”

He had originally wanted to make a deal with Sander and let him leave with this dangerous rattan box.

Although the other party may be a psychopathic murderer with a corpse with him, Thor is not going to be nosy, and that arm is likely to avenge himself with his own hands.

But now it seems that the death of the body has something else going on.

A down-and-out man running around with a corpse. After the body was lost, he returned several times to the terrifying "haunted house" to find it.

A resentful spirit, tightly wrapped around the man in front of him, but careful not to let his breath hurt the other party.

What is Sander's relationship with the corpse in the box—or the owner of the arm around his neck?

Thor suddenly became a little interested.

He held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked down slowly, "What is your relationship with the person in the box?" ”

Sander, who was holding the box intimately, stiffened, he looked back at the already, and Thor who had walked in front of him opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head in frustration.

"Sure enough, you can see it."

With a trembling hand, he placed it on the leather belt that had been wrapped in layers of rattan boxes, and slowly untied it.

Then, he gently lowered the box down and reached out to unblock the brass buckle.

He took a deep breath and slugged open the lid of the box.

Thor calmly looked inside the box.

Not surprisingly, it was indeed a female corpse.

She looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, with her hands on her knees, lying on her side in a box, her face was not too pretty, and she should be able to call it cute if she lived.

She wore a light pink dress that was a little yellowish and faded, and a small gold hairpin on her head.

It looks like a corpse that has just died.

The only thing that was special was that there was not a single wound on her body, and there was not the slightest sign of decay.

Thor's gaze fell on the golden hairpin.

Like its owner, this hairpin is as new as new, with no signs of decay from time.

"It's supposed to be this witchcraft prop that keeps her body from rotting."

Thor crouched down to take a closer look, and found that the lines on the hairpin were indeed a witchcraft symbol, nothing more than witchcraft writing that he had never seen before.

Seeing that Thor didn't mean to touch the female corpse, Tander's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

He began to slowly tell the story of himself and the female corpse.

In fact, the story is simple and commonplace.

In order to prevent his sister from being sold to an old man as a plaything by his debt-indebted stepmother, Sander, who is the elder brother, runs away with his sister overnight. However, the old man was a rich and powerful man, and even enshrined a wizard.

I don't know why, but he is chasing after Sander and his sister. Even pay to spend a lot of manpower to track them down.

And young men and women are easy to be questioned when they walk on the road, so Sander specially bought this large rattan box and let his sister hide inside.

With this stupid method, they evaded the search.

Everything had been going well until he took a boat from the eastern continent across the bay to the mouth of the sea at Bluewater.

As he disembarked from the boat, there was some crashing sound from the rattan box. But because his sister was on board the boat for fare evasion, he didn't dare to move when he looked at the sailors who were talking and laughing around him, but just patted the box to calm his sister down.

And the box was immediately quiet.

Sander thought that the movement just now might just be that his sister was sitting uncomfortably and adjusted her posture.

But who would have expected that when he quickly disembarked from the boat, found a secluded and uninhabited place, and opened the box, he found his sister curled up inside, motionless, without a heartbeat or breathing...... The body is already stiff.

Even though many years have passed, Sander shed a line of tears at this point.

The tears were quiet, silently dripping down the corners of his eyes, rolling over the skin of the vicissitudes of time, and falling on the collar of his shirt, which had faded and yellowed.

Sander expertly wiped away his tears, then dried his hands on his pants before carefully closing the box.

He would reach out and carefully arrange the skirt and hair of the female corpse so that they would not get caught in the box.

"Makes you laugh, sir. This box is worthless, but it contains my most precious treasures. ”

He even smiled at Thor.

Despite Tander's efforts to keep his composure, Thor could still feel the great sadness that had been suppressed for so long in him.

Seeing that Thor didn't look impatient, Sander couldn't help but pour out some more thoughts.

"Later, I often wondered if I hadn't thought about saving that little money on the ferry ticket and opened the box and checked on my sister's condition, wouldn't she have died?"

"I always thought that the rattan box had better breathability, but I didn't expect it...... It may have been a little hot that day, a little too crowded, huddled around me, and made her uncomfortable. She wanted to change her position to breathe, but because of my instructions, she was patient......"

Thor looked at the rattan box that had been heavily wrapped again, "Then why did you put her in the box?" ”

"Midor likes it...... Oh, Midor is my sister, her name is Miska, and my mother and I always call her. She didn't want to leave the box and she would cry as soon as I was going to take her out. ”

"She's going to have tears?"

"Yes, my lord, I'm not lying."

Thor rubbed his chin, "Then you pick her up and I'll see." ”

"This ......" Sander showed obvious reluctance, but he struggled for a moment before reaching out to open the box.

He was afraid that if he didn't do it, the wizard would have to go out himself.

As Sander said, when she gently lifted her sister's head, a drop of water soaked out of the girl's closed eyes.

When Sander lifted the girl's shoulder again, the tears rolled down like broken beads.

"Your Excellency?" Xander looked at Thor beggingly, apparently unable to bear to lift his sister's body again.

"Okay, I see it, you can put her back." Thor didn't force Sand anymore, but after Sand put down his sister, he said, "Your sister didn't die of suffocation, she was killed by an evil spirit. ”