Herag remembered the arm on the table outside, and suddenly realized that the arm was very similar to Robert's.

Because Robert has been using a dagger for many years, there are obvious marks on his hands.

"No wonder it looks so familiar......"

Herag had felt familiar when he saw the arm just now, but he hadn't connected with Robert for a moment.

He had just seen Robert on the street outside through the window on the first floor, and in the blink of an eye, his hands and feet were separated.

Herag put down the photo in his hand, didn't touch the thigh, and turned to leave the room.

The arms on the table were still there, and Herag glanced at them as he passed by and left.

He continued to two other rooms on the second floor, where a hand and a leg were found.

There are also some photos in these two rooms, both group and single, without exception, without a face.

Herag had scooped around the second floor, but found nothing else, so he went up the stairs to the third floor.

He recalled that when he was outside, he remembered that the third floor was supposed to be an attic-like structure.

When Herag came to the third floor, he found that it was indeed a low attic, and he had to walk with his head slightly lowered, otherwise he would easily touch his head.

When he lowered his head, he saw something and stopped.

There was a long trail of blood on the ground, which stretched all the way to the innermost window of the attic.

Herag looked through the bloodstains and found a human head under the attic window.

"Robert ......"

He made it carefully, and there were several horrible wounds on the human head's face, which made it almost impossible to see the original appearance.

Herag observed for a moment: "The wound looks like it was cut with an axe, and the wound is very deep. ”

The flesh of the wound had been rolled out, revealing the white bones underneath.

"Did you die so miserably?"

Herag touched his nose a little embarrassed, after all, he asked Robert to lead the way, and now that Robert died so miserably, he was still a little unhappy.

Robert died in such a place that he couldn't even take his body out.

"Let's think about how to get out." Herag shook his head, he couldn't protect himself now, he hadn't found a way out.

If Robert, who died here, is real, then he is probably not far from danger.

Robert was also a great knight-level powerhouse, and he was killed without making a sound.

Herag glanced at the attic, it was all miscellaneous and nothing else.

He was looking for an axe, the murder weapon that hacked Robert to death, but so far he hadn't seen it.

After searching the attic for a while and finding nothing, Herag began to descend the stairs.

He had searched the whole house and found nothing else.

"If Robert is already dead, where is the body missing?" Herag was a little puzzled.

He thought as he went downstairs and returned to the first floor again.

Herag walked to the window to look outside to see if Robert was still there, but as soon as he walked over, he noticed a human face taped to the window.

Robert pressed his face against the window and looked inside, as if looking for Herag.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud slamming of the door from upstairs, and it sounded like someone was slamming the door with a heavy object.

A chill immediately rose in Herag's heart, and he clearly felt that there was something upstairs, and there was a great sense of threat.

"No, we need to get out of here as soon as possible!"

His heart was beating faster and faster, and the feeling of imminent death was getting stronger.

The slamming of the door upstairs stopped abruptly, and the house became quiet again, but Herag felt a sudden chill all around him.

He looked back and saw a little girl standing quietly on the stairs leading to the second floor, wearing a red plaid skirt and holding a rag doll in her hand.

The little girl's face was the same as in the photo, with no facial features, but Herag could feel that she was looking at herself.

"She smiled?"

Suddenly there was a feeling that the little girl was smiling at herself.

Suddenly, the little girl's faceless face had an extra mouth, revealing white teeth, but there were some red filaments between the teeth.

Seeing this smile, Herag did not feel a trace of warmth, but felt a chill in his back.

The fire elemental energy particles in his hand quickly converged, and a small fireball technique was about to take shape.

The little girl did not seem to be afraid at all, and with a terrifying smile she slowly walked down the stairs and went straight to Herag.

At this time, Herag noticed that the rag doll in the little girl's hand was also a resentful doll.

"The resentful doll in my space ring can't be from here, right? The wizard got it, but died outside the valley town...... "Herag noticed the resentful doll in the little girl's hand, although the style is different from the one in the space ring, but it is the casting material of the top-level curse spell.

But he didn't have the heart to think about taking the resentful doll now, and his mind was racing wildly, thinking about how to escape.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement at the door.

There was the sound of a key opening the door at the door, and the little girl stopped when she heard the sound.

The key was inserted into the lock hole, and then it began to twist, and with a soft click, the door opened.

A bearded man walked in with an axe on his head.

The axe hung right on the door of his head, slashing deep into the bearded head.

But as if he didn't notice, he saw a surprised expression on Herag's face: "It's you, thank you for inviting me to a glass of butterbeer." ”

"Uncle Blacksmith?" Herag was stunned, but he didn't expect it to be the blacksmith uncle he met in the tavern.

It's just that the current blacksmith uncle is obviously different from when he met him in the tavern, except for the extra axe on his head, and his two eyes have also turned grayish.

The skin on his face was also a little abnormal, showing a turquoise color, and he didn't look like a human being.

Uncle Blacksmith smiled innocently, but it seemed that his face was a little stiff, causing this smile to be very stiff and look strange.

He turned his head to look at the little girl, and his face pretended to be sad: "Go back!" Don't be rude to your guests! ”

The little girl was holding the rag doll in both hands, her body trembling slightly, and she seemed to be very scared.

She turned around and ran upstairs with small steps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The chill that had enveloped Herag was gone, and Herag felt much lighter and relieved.

"Let's go, get out of here, you shouldn't be here." When the blacksmith saw the little girl go upstairs, he turned around and said.

Herag nodded: "Thank you!" ”

Uncle Blacksmith had obviously helped him, and without him, he didn't know what this horrible little girl would do to herself, and he didn't have the confidence to deal with such a thing.

Uncle Blacksmith sighed: "Alas, there are not many people in the town who can stay awake. Hehe, it can't be said to be human. ”

He smiled bitterly, looked up and said, "You hurry up, I can't guarantee when I lose my mind, it will be very dangerous then, go quickly!" ”

(End of chapter)