Alien world

Chapter 8 8. To the Ghost

The lingering moonlight penetrated into the shed, and the silence permeated the deep sleep.

With the moonlight passing over the branches, the faint whispers turned into snores one after another.Broken thin clouds drifted among the sparse starlight, and shadows fell over the camp in front of the gold mine.A chilling shadow quietly filled the camp, and the snoring around gradually dimmed.

crunch--

The old bed board made a sound as it turned over, and the venomous fluorescent light flashed and disappeared under the dark bed.

An illusory silhouette like a veil rose from under the bed, lingering around the two sleeping figures.And when the cold undead is about to touch its hated and jealous creatures, the moonlight spills into the shed through the cracks, illuminating the shoes hanging by the bed and the papyrus stuck to the soles of the shoes.

The papyrus was lifted from the corner of the illusory outline, and a few blurred words appeared under the moonlight:

[To... the cutest undead... welcome... hope... come again]

The veil-like phantom lingered slightly, lingering around the sleeping figure a few times, and rolled out of the shed with a note.

The papyrus was blocked by the wooden door, and fell slowly, and was caught by the illusory veil that drilled back, and was pulled out from the crack of the door.

Outlines of three veils emerged from the quiet camp, like pale dance skirts under the moonlight, fluttering, spinning, gathering, drilling into the unknown depths of the gold mine.

The dense darkness filled the air, ghostly shadows and rustling sounds resounded, and evil and terrifying plots reverberated, turning into treacherous grinning from time to time.

At some point, a profile holds up the papyrus, which is snatched away by its companions, torn apart, and questioned.

After a long time, darkness and silence returned here.

……

Sunlight is the best medicine for those who are asleep.

Annan was first awakened by the noise from outside the shed, followed by the banging on the wooden door.

Putting on his sackcloth coat, Annan moved the latch and opened the door.

The sudden and clear chaos and noise came, and the nervous old face of old Zoren relaxed after seeing Annan, and then told them what happened last night after Annan woke Martin up.

All the miners who lived in the camp claimed to have had horrible nightmares, and the mage apprentice said they had been cursed by the undead, but were fine.

The miners didn't believe it. A mage apprentice who didn't know spells and didn't have magic items obviously couldn't suppress the chaos. Now the outside was surrounded by chaos of fleeing the camp, begging for wages, and clamoring for food.

"Why are you all right?"

Annan was fine, Martin was sleepy, and they seemed unaffected.

Annan realized what was happening and looked at the door panel, the note stuck on it had disappeared.
It seems my message worked.Annan thought excitedly.

This not only means that they survived, but also means that Annan has achieved the first achievement of communicating with people other than humans.

Also inspiring is old Zoren, who thinks it's the blessing of the goddess of luck--all miners are cursed by the undead, and they are the only ones who are okay.

Annan held Martin who was about to agree.Although ghosts can communicate, it doesn't seem worth the risk for 30 copper coins...

"40 copper coins per person, if you find the ore, you can also share it!"

"I agree." Annan was afraid that the old Zuolun would go back on his word.

Old Zoren, who was lame like a windmill, hurried to prepare breakfast.

"Annan, you are amazing!" After the compliment, Martin shyly said, "Can we tell our family that we only get 30 copper coins..."

Annan thought that Martin would hand over his salary to Aunt Susan, that he could hardly receive tips in the tavern, and that firewood was always sold at the lowest price, so he agreed to him.

While waiting for old Zoren to bring food, Annan swept through the noisy camp and found the half tauren sitting on the edge of the woods and holding a thin wooden board.

The broken sunlight in the morning passed through the shade of the tree, and the half tauren leaned against the tree, holding the charcoal that was so small to it, and drew a gradually clear outline on the thin wood board.

Pale ghosts with no specific shape, like silhouettes draped in sheets.

"Is this the undead who sneaked into the camp last night?"

Annan recognized what it was painting.The half tauren raised his head, his brown pupils reflected the clean and clear face and eyes in the dirty linen coat.

"Why don't you have a breath of curse on you?"

"My kindness infected it."

The half tauren didn't go into details, and took the initiative to explain why he was not affected: "Dirty blood makes me immune to tricks."

"Is it just a trick to make so many people have nightmares?"

"No one was hurt by this." The half tauren found that An Nankong had an aristocratic appearance, and his understanding of the outside world was not as good as that of a child.

"Aren't you going to tell them?"

Then Annan heard the tauren rattle his anklets.

"I am a slave." The half tauren threw away the charcoal, handed the thin plank to Annan, and stood up.

"Is this for me?"

Annan readily accepted the lead painting on wood, "Thank you."

The half tauren's footsteps paused briefly because of Annan's thanks, and they walked into the camp that continued to be chaotic.

What happened to it made Annan think of himself a week ago.He would not be much better off without Aunt Susan.

This kind of sympathy almost made Annan want to buy the half tauren, but a barely survived person is not qualified to help others.

Back to the shed with the drawing board in hand, Martin was already squatting by the basket and eating.

Still black bread and sour salty peas.

Although the mining was twice as expensive as the tavern, the food was so poor that Annan thought of begging for a few days.

Swallowing their breakfast, Annan and Martin, who was watching proudly, walked into the gold mine amidst amazed eyes.

But as soon as he entered, Annan dragged Martin into the mine that was only a few tens of meters away from the exit.

The intermittent tinkling of picks continued from morning to afternoon, and Annan and Martin came out with baskets.

The good news is that there are no ghosts, and the bad news is that there are no gold mines either.

"The last day...the last day..."

Old Zuolun, who was wearing an empty blue bag, was muttering something, like a gambler who got over his head.

Annan didn't care, and even prepared to write another letter, even though he didn't know many words left.

【To:

Lovely ghosts, I long for your ○, I hope you will allow me to go deep - from the miner who wants ○○]

Checking the finished papyrus, the circle made him blush, but he really didn't know the vocabulary, and he couldn't write indistinctly.

Paste the papyrus on the door, blow out the oil lamp, and slowly fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, three illusory ghosts quietly floated out of the gold mine and scattered like last night.

One of the silhouettes went around the door and through the wall into the shed.It lingered at the feet of the sleeping person, and was suddenly attracted by the thin wooden board on the bedside table.

Thin scribbles and lead drawings of ghost portraits appear in the faint moonlight.

The pale veil picked up the drawing board and slammed into the door with a soft "bang" sound. It got out from the crack of the door, and the wind it brought lifted the papyrus and rushed into the night.

……

The dense darkness filled the air, ghostly shadows and rustling sounds resounded, and evil and terrifying plots reverberated, turning into treacherous grinning from time to time.

At some point, a silhouette lifted the drawing board.

Those hateful, evil, dark breaths whispered, pasted pencil drawings in their cozy dens.

(End of this chapter)