Nine freaks. A box in one bite. They remained in a "carrying" posture, motionless and waiting for me.

The row on the right, the last position, the corner of the box, is still for me to carry.

I remained silent, "clicking, clicking" as I went, pinning the bone blade to my waist—a position where I could slash at any moment, and swap the freak's head to my right hand.

Eyes on the nine guys who were getting closer and closer to me.

Five on the left and four on the right. Some are lazy, some are wary. But they were all a little impatient.

The last one on the left, side by side with me, carried the box on his right shoulder, pinned his face hard, and made a rumbling sound in his throat in my direction.

It was probably asking my partner what was going on.

I mumbled to it with a simulated rumbling sound. God knows, I'm talking about something.

Sure enough, it paused.

I finally got to where I was supposed to stand, lifted the corner of the box, and carried it on my left shoulder.

What's in it? It's a little bit heavy. And it's so high that it's on the shoulder, so you can't see the lid at all, let alone what's inside.

The monster directly in front of me turned its head and pointed its dark green face and dry eye sockets at me, and was about to say something, when suddenly I heard a freak in front of me, presumably the leader, whooping and raising his voice, said a lot, and the monsters were silent, lifted the box and left.

I carried my head and the horns of the box to keep up with them.

The flame hung above my right side, illuminating me.

According to the direction, these freaks should have gone to the dark alleyway just now to get this box, and now they have to return to the tail-breaking freak to resume their lives.

By the light of the flames, I noticed that the box did not seem to be made of wood, as if it was made of some kind of stone, one and a half long, very deep, very heavy, and it was not easy for me to carry ten people (strange).

What's in the chest, and if it's brought to a freak colony, what are they?

Suddenly, something moves in line of sight!

When I looked closer, it was a tail that was reaching out towards me over the bottom of the box.

It's the freak who carries the box side by side with me!

It must have been the sound I made that made him feel strange, and now I want to confirm it through my tail.

I stared at the tail, which was pointing upwards, tentatively, but before it could come up, it wrapped itself around my body.

I pulled back and lifted the head of the freak in my right hand to the level of my head, the tip of its tail approaching my head.

I stumbled on one foot, my body sank, and I was able to see it accurately, just as the freak's tail touched the severed head.

I saw that the tail was pointed a little above the skull, rolled over half of the skull's face, and quickly retracted.

I squeezed two roars out of my throat, trying to mimic the freaks I'd heard.

I don't know what that means, but I have to make a sound, otherwise it's more likely to arouse suspicion.

No one paid any attention to me, just moved forward quickly.

The freak who had tested me and carried the box side by side with me also stopped.

"Zixia!" I called out in my heart.

The flames drifted down, closer to me.

"You go up to the top of this box and see what you can see, there must be something strange about this box. I said to Zixia.

The flame nodded, and with a slight stroke, it rose above the chest.

The flames flickered.

I had to drag my feet because they kept making that "click, click, click" sound, and I was carrying things on my shoulders, and I felt more and more tired, and I was afraid that I would not be able to hold on for long.

If there is really a problem with this box, then I have to find a way to find out the "problem" before reaching the freak gathering place, and then improvise, otherwise, just follow a few freaks all the way back and fall into the entrenchment of many freaks, just rely on this white bone blade on my body, it will definitely be useless, and it is estimated that it will be divided and eaten in an instant!

The flames came down and stood side by side with me.

"How's it going, do you see anything?" I asked.

Flame shook her head.

"Covered by the lid?" I asked again.

Flame nodded.

I gritted my teeth, and now the first thing I had to do was find a way to open the lid.

I was ready to gently drop the freak head in my hand - it was useless, but somehow, after a moment's hesitation, I still didn't throw it, and tucked it under my armpit.

Reaching for the outside of the box. It does feel like a stone, and you can feel the bumps and grooves, as if something is engraved on the stone.

My fingers swiped through the grooves, and suddenly my heart moved.

"Zixia, come closer, let me see what's engraved on this box?" I shouted to the flames in my heart.

The flames swept away, and the light was much brighter.

Sure enough, the outside of the swarthy, rock-made box had many strange patterns carved into it, and if you looked closely, it was not a pattern, but a humanoid! Not just a human figure, but several, and it was not clear what they were doing.

By the light of the fire, I found that the humanoid pattern was not isolated engraved at the end of the stone box, where I was carrying, but from the side of the stone box in front of me.

It should be like this, so if you can see this engraved picture scroll in its entirety, you can know what is in this stone box, at least there must be a connection between the two!

I'm excited again. However, I can't see the contents of the other nine freaks except the side of the stone box on my shoulder, unless I open them all.

What to do?

What to do?!

I looked around, and we were now walking at the water's edge, with water on one side and a stone wall on the other, and the road was a little narrower, and it was a slight downhill, and the weight of the stone box shifted forward, pressing more on the shoulders of the freaks in front.

The freaks moved a little slower.

I quickly thought about it and decided to take the risk.

I slumped down silently, moved my shoulders off the edge of the crate, and stood still, holding my breath—none of the freaks noticed that I had left the group, and they kept going.

In the light of the flames, I held my breath, clinging to the stone wall, silently scurrying in front of the freaks, guarding the section they were about to pass, removing the bone blade from my waist, slowly bending down and adjusting my posture. The severed head of the freak rests at my feet.

The two freaks in the lead, one on the left and one on the right, carried the two front horns of the stone box, dragged their tails, and moved over.

Their pace is surprisingly consistent. Very good.

As they lifted one of their tails at the same time, I picked up the bone blade and swept it over, slashing precisely at the tail where they had landed on the ground, and at the same time, I lifted the freak head in my hand and threw it far away into the water, hearing the sound of the head falling into the water.

The two leading freaks let out almost the same roar, one of their tails had been severed, and their bodies lost their balance in an instant.

The other seven freaks were also busy dodging, and the stone box was slammed to the ground.

One of the leading freaks let out a shrill cry and jumped into the water, followed as if the other eight had been ordered.

"Zixia, come on!" I whispered in my heart.

Walking around the stone box, I quickly skimmed through the engravings on the side of the box, and the flames were as close as possible to them.

After a circle, as I expected, the side of the entire stone box was a complete picture.

But the content of this picture scroll ...... While the freaks were still searching in the water, I took a closer look at the engravings.

If...... If the contents of this stone box are not scribbled, then I think I know what is in this box.

I glanced over the dark water, and there were several freaks with their heads and bodies, floating in the water.

I climbed to the top of the stone box, struggled to climb up.

"Zixia, look at the light!" I called out to myself.

The flame hung above my head, shining on the lid of the stone box.

I could see clearly that there were also marks of engraving on the lid, but not the text, not the pattern, not the human figure engraved on the side of the stone box, but a huge dent, to be exact, the dent of a lying man.

There is a head, there are shoulders, there are slightly open arms, and there are two legs. It's like someone has been lying here, leaving a trail and then leaving.

I leaned on the edge of the dent and looked at it.

It's a complete lid, with no buttons, handles, or switches in sight except for a life-size flat dent - how can this stone box be opened?

Could it be that the lid was pushed open?

I took a breath and glanced at the water again, the nine freaks had been in the water for some time, and when they found out that they had found nothing more than the head of one of their kind, they would be angry and quickly return.

I'm running out of time.

But at this point, I had to give it a try.

I jumped down from the stone box and pushed the lid desperately, fumbling with my hands for the edge of the lid as I pushed, hoping to find something.

No, nothing.

My hand groped up and down the stone box, and in a hurry, I whispered into the stone box, "Who's in there?" ”

The stone box resembles a sleeping monster, its fur so smooth that there is nowhere to start.

My heart started beating uncontrollably.

The freaks began to swim towards the shore one after another.

There is no time left.

It may not be difficult to hide to the side and ambush in the rocks by the side of the road so that the freaks can't catch me, but I've seen the carvings on the crates, and I know I can't let these freaks take them to their kind of colonies.

There must be a way.

Sweat was oozing from my hair.

I could already hear the exasperation of a freak crawling ashore and roaring from its throat.

I couldn't help but look back, and it had one more thing in its hand - the head of the freak I cut off!

Behind it, it was followed by several freaks who had come ashore together.

I took a deep breath, jumped to my feet, and jumped onto the top of the stone box again.

The freaks came ashore and circled the stone box.

There was a freak's voice that sounded very angry, and it kept coming out of its throat with short, fierce roars.

One by one, the other freaks whined in response.

Are they in points?

Taking advantage of the freaks' anger and panic, I gently shifted myself and placed myself in the human-shaped indentation on the lid of the stone box.

The head, body, arms and legs fit just right, as if the dents were made for me.

I could hear them clearly, and they seemed to confirm that one of their kind was missing and beheaded, and a freak let out a long roar that made my ears ring.

If this voice reaches its kind and brings in the freaks, then I'm going to be out of action today.

I lay down in the dent and thought to myself, if they found nothing, carried the stone box, and moved on, would they find out that the stone box was heavy and find me?

Well, without waiting for them to "move on and find", the nine freaks had already climbed the wall of the stone box, climbed up the lid, stared at the empty eye sockets, and crawled towards me.