The taste of boiled venison is very light, but fortunately the venison itself is more delicious, not as greasy as other meats, and it is certainly not as good as the food in the big city.

The deer blood is very unclean, with a very heavy fishy smell, but at least it is not difficult to swallow, and it can fill the stomach well, the meat tastes more delicate, soft, and the ingredients are very fresh.

"Your son...... How long has it been in town. Looking at the cooked meat in his hand, Cesare suddenly asked.

"It's been five or six days, what are you asking for?" The old woman asked cautiously.

"It's just curiosity." Looking around, you can see the traces of the two living together, two chairs, two sets of utensils, two rooms, it seems that this mother-in-law said that she lived with her son and it didn't seem like a lie.

After eating, the old woman cleared her son's room for Cesare and Anya to rest, after which the woman walked out of the house, not knowing where she had gone.

The room was clearly an additional extension, with a much more elaborate structure of the wall tiles, even with new tree paint, but other than that, the windows were still leaking, and the beds were a combination of straw and blankets.

It's just that the bed is thin and long, and it seems that the guy who sleeps here all year round is a tall man, and it can only accommodate one person to sleep on it. Fortunately, the blankets in this house were sufficient, and Cesare's simple blanket was spread on the floor to ensure his sleep tonight.

I thought that Anya, as a young lady from a rich and noble family, would be a little uncomfortable in such a humble environment, but I didn't expect that this girl still had a twelve-point spirit, pinching her thin waist and repeatedly looking at the collection that the owner of the house hung on the wall.

The heads of some imperfectly skinned prey were hung on the walls, including deer heads, some bird heads, and wolf heads... And the dog's head?

Several hand-crafted hunting bows also hung next to the trophies, and on the table below lay a one-handed crossbow and a delicate box full of arrows, and it seemed that the people who lived here loved it at least whether they were skilled hunters or not.

Cesare saw that Anya couldn't hold her hands a little, so she naturally picked up the crossbow.

It was a delicately designed one-handed crossbow, and it was not difficult to see that his owner had taken great care of it, just enough to take it with one hand, and the crossbow arm was made of fine metal material that shone deadly in the sun.

The body of the crossbow is wrapped in heavy leather, and the handle is carved from fine wood, and the pattern on it is tasteful, and it can be sold for a good price even at auction in big cities.

It is not difficult to see that Anya likes this crossbow very much, and Cesare's unique vision can also see that it is a good thing that cannot be found, but in the end it is someone else's thing, and Cesare does not want to get into unnecessary trouble for a crossbow.

"Her son is back tomorrow morning, and if you don't want your cute little head to hang on the wall, I'd suggest you put it back before you think about it." Cesare said coldly.

"Do you usually talk the same way to other girls?" Anya held the crossbow and asked with some annoyance.

Cesare nodded. "If they are also concerned about other people's property, yes, I have always treated them equally."

"Oh, then I'll be much more balanced," Anya pouted, and finally reluctantly fiddled with the crossbow twice. "And you're right, after all, the adventure has just begun, and the head is more important than that."

After saying that, he had no choice but to put the crossbow back in its place, and reluctantly tapped it twice.

The waiting time was boring and long, and after a period of small talk with Anya, she didn't know what to do, and anxiety about her sister's injury soon came back to her mind in the midst of idleness, tormenting every nerve in Cesare's agony.

The old woman who had gone out did not return for a long time, and Cesare brought a chair and looked out the window, always tense for fear that the good-natured old man was hiding some secret.

From daylight to dusk, the abandoned town has no noise of life, only deathly silence. Cesare saw a wild boar emerge from one end of the street and run into the forest, but the only thing that was left to pass was a wide variety of birds.

After a long time, Cesare also felt stuffy in the room, so he simply pushed open the window, leaned out of the window and breathed in the fresh air to relieve his anxiety.

Inadvertently, Cesare saw a large crow flying towards him, and at the same time, Cesare subconsciously raised his arm, as if he had a heart, and the crow landed steadily on Cesare's forearm, which really had some weight.

It is a raven nearly half an arm's length with black feathers shining with a purple-blue metallic luster, the feathers on its throat and chest are lanceolate, and its beak is thick and hard.

It was not surprising to see a crow in this vicinity, but it was the first time that Cesare, who was so fearless, saw that the bird's plumage was shiny, as if it was often taken care of, and it should be a raven kept in captivity, but why was it here? And why did you find yourself?

Cesare was staring at the raven on his arm in confusion, and the raven suddenly opened its beak, if only it was a birdsong, but the beak of the bird was clearly a human voice, and the bird cried out loudly - "Never again!" ”

Cesare was startled, and shook his head before he realized that this raven could learn to speak like a parrot, and it was obviously trained, which was not outrageous, but who would train a raven in this deserted place?

This surprised Cesare, and he subconsciously wanted to see Anya's reaction after listening to the raven's words.

But when Cesare steadied his arm and tried to bring the raven into the house, the raven flapped its wings and flew away from his arm as if frightened, and Cesare saw Anya lying on her side on the bed peacefully due to the boredom she had just had.

Thinking that it would not be a good thing to let her rest more, he was not prepared to wake Anya.

When he looked out the window again, the raven was not far from the house, its reddish eyes fixed in Cesare's direction, and cried out loudly, "Never again!" ”

There was something indescribably strange about the scene in front of him, and Cesare saw that the raven's violent reaction sounded as if he was telling him to go out, and he wondered when his mind had become like Anya's.

But after thinking about it, he was still ready to go out with him, so he turned over from the window and landed steadily in the outside world.

When the raven saw Cesare come out, "Ah, ah! He screamed twice, then flapped his wings and flew low in the air, turning sideways around the corner.

Cesare became more convinced of his thoughts, and the raven seemed to be leading the way, so he circled left and right to make sure that there were no suspicious people around, and quickly followed.

Back to the front of the house, it was no different from when it came during the day, except that the cellar, which had been locked before, had now opened two heavy wooden doors, and the staircase extending downward could be seen in the faint light, but when it reached the innermost point, it completely lost its light, and nothing could be seen.

The raven perched on the doorframe of the cellar and slid into the darkness of the cellar without hesitation as Cesare followed.

Cesare stood in front of the dark cellar door and hesitated, did he really want to follow a crow in vain? Also, wouldn't it be safer to go back and pick up the oil lamp?

While he was hesitating, there was a screeching sound of metal scraping against the walls or the floor in the darkness, sounding like someone was dragging the chains with a strange rattling sound......

The light source was afraid that it would startle the snake, Cesare thought, and today he wanted to see what secret the kind mother-in-law was hiding.

Cesare slowed his pace, hiding his footsteps as best he could, and slowly stepped into the cellar.

The steps were not very deep, and after walking some distance you could feel that you were stepping on flat ground, but at the same time it was as if you had stepped into some wet puddle, and there were soft-touch objects piled up here and there, and the smell of blood filled Cesare's nostrils, and for the sake of caution, Cesare no longer moved forward, but waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

As the vision began to blur, Cesare slowly crouched down, calmly trying to see what was piled up on the ground, and at his feet lay a corpse, nothing more than the corpse of a deer, around which flies flew and reveled.

The poor creature seemed to have been frightened before it died, its eyes almost shattered and protruding outward, its mouth wide open, the deer's tongue inside seemed to have been pulled out by the roots, and its belly seemed to have been cut open by the claws of some beast, and its internal organs flowed all over the ground, and it was disgusting and disgusting to wrap around Cesare's boots.

The blood had almost been drained, and a sharp axe stood on the back of the deer, on which several pieces of flesh had been dug up, and the skin was stripped to the ground on one side, while the meat was soaked in a bucket not far away, and the thought of the venison he had just eaten, now he must know the source.

Cesare stepped on the carcass of the deer, and with both hands he held the wooden handle of the axe and pulled it out with all his might.

For the sound of the chains had been ringing above his head from the very beginning, and the familiar black goo, like a nightmare enemy, came back from the memory, ticking down Cesare's hair and down his cheeks.

Turning sharply and looking up, Cesare raised his axe and slashed in the direction of the ceiling, although it was still pitch black as far as the eye could see, but the familiar feeling was definitely not wrong, it was a monster he had encountered in Karlliu.

It's unclear if it's the same one, but above the pitch-black head, an evil mycelium monster is wrapped in chains, staring at Cesare's body and drooling.

Broken mycelium flew in the air, and Cesare felt himself cut off something's fingers, and after trying to see the darkness, he saw the impossibly slender humanoid thing, the creature was almost two meters long, and its short hands and feet were coiled on the ceiling like a lizard with a human head.

The rattle of the chains wrapped around its torso, as if it had been fought back by its prey, and the mycelium splattered as it roared, and it threw itself almost all down, trying to grab Cesare by the neck with its misshapen forelimbs.

Just as Cesare tried to dodge, the leading raven suddenly flew out of the dark corner, rushed into the monster's face and shouted, "Never again!" Never to be resurrected! ”

The large monster was frightened by a bird and screamed, and Cesare saw that the thing was about to fall off the ceiling, but the mycelium on its limbs seemed to be extremely sticky, holding its half-hanging body in place, and the whole body quickly hung back up, crawling twistedly, crawling out of the open door of the cellar.