Fairy’s Box

The carriage, wrapped in a bit of ice and snow, slowly stopped in front of the crowd. The coachman sat quietly on the spot, staring at them only with a pair of empty blue eyes.

"Can you take us to town? We'll pay." Wayne licked his lips and looked at the driver, noticing that the other's eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be mentally retarded.

The driver did not speak, but just freed up his right hand holding the reins, and pointed to the carriage flat, signaling everyone to take care of themselves.

"sorry to bother you!"

The mercenaries experienced a transition from great sadness to great joy in just a few dozen minutes. While their spirits were relaxed, the sadness of many people losing their companions also poured into their hearts, and the atmosphere gradually became silent.

Everyone lined up in silence and entered the carriage one by one. Kassandai followed behind Martin, staring at the jack-o-lantern hanging in the carriage. For some reason, she always felt very awkward in the face of this carriage that suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the jack-o-lantern swaying in the wind suddenly grinned, and the female mage took a step back in fright, covered her mouth with force, and said with a trembling voice:

"It, it is alive!"

"What's alive?"

The three of them looked at her realization, and it turned out to be a jack-o-lantern that was being swayed by the cold wind.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a light."

"No, it's really alive, and it just smiled at me." Kassandy said with a flushed face, arguing.

"Are you sure you're not blinded?"

Martin rolled his eyes, reached out and grabbed the jack-o-lantern and patted it twice. He said in a feigned anger, "It's all your fault for being so ugly. Let me slap you twice to see if you dare to scare Cassandy."

Then he withdrew his gaze and spread his hands towards the female mage:

"Look, it's alright."

"But……"

Cassandy saw that he was all right, and she wondered if she had hallucinations because of nervousness, but her intuition told her that she was not wrong.

"Little sister, if you can't go, let's go if you don't get in the car. We are afraid of the cold." A mercenary behind him who was soaked and shivering in the cold wind shouted.

"Sorry, sorry."

Wayne hurried past Martin, grabbed the female mage's hand, and pulled her into the carriage.

...

The space inside the carriage is very spacious. Two rows of benches padded with blankets are nailed to both sides of the space. Dozens of mercenaries squeezed in. There are not many seats, but not many.

The white crow mercenary group huddled together and took a seat beside the door. When they ran for their lives on the sea before, they also got a lot of icy sea water on their bodies, and now they can only keep warm by their body temperature.

The men tacitly squeezed the female mage into the middle, and the two heads of the team relied on their powers to occupy her left and right positions, and squeezed Martin, who was upset, to the door.

If it were normal, Kardashian would have had a seizure long ago, but today she couldn't bring up her thoughts and just carefully observed the entire carriage.

The light inside the carriage is very dim, only a fluorescent stone at the top emits a light spot, the ground is covered with a thick red carpet, and there is a strange pattern in the center of the carpet, which is a bit like a simple map.

Although the mercenaries were not bad in physical fitness, their moods suddenly fluctuated, causing them to feel a little sluggish at the moment.

The carriage suddenly shook, and then there was the sound of crushing ice slag, and it seemed to start moving forward.

After the female mage was nervous for a long time, she found that nothing happened, and her dangling heart finally let go. Although it was uncomfortable to be squeezed in the middle to take advantage, it was at least warm, and it also made her feel a little relaxed.

These two bastards!

Martin squinted coldly at the two men on the left, scolding them in his heart for taking advantage of power for personal gain.

But no matter how sour the person is, the fact has become a fact, and Cassandy herself has no objection, so what can he do.

With a taste in his heart and a little tired now, Martin simply closed his eyes, only to feel sleepy suddenly flooding into his heart, and his consciousness soon became blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a cold hand caressing his face, sliding from his chin to the tip of his nose. This feeling was different from the coldness of sea water, but more similar to the lifeless coldness... just like a corpse.

what?

Goosebumps rose on Martin's back, and he woke up instantly. In an instant, he found a pale, translucent arm passing from the corner of his eye and submerging into the side wall of the carriage.

"Head! Head!"

He roared and pushed, and woke up Wei En, who was enjoying himself. The other party opened his eyes and asked displeasedly, "What's the matter? Could it be that he is already in town?"

"Captain! I don't think it's right. There's something wrong with this carriage, there's definitely something wrong with it!"

"How?" Wayne shook his head and looked at each other seriously.

"I was closing my eyes just now, when I suddenly felt something icy touch my face. When I opened my eyes, it was a pale hand... I suddenly got into the wall." Martin pointed to the side behind his back. wall, said with a blue face.

"You're sure you can see clearly." He frowned.

"..." Martin didn't speak, suddenly made a silent gesture, and pointed towards the opposite side with a pale face.

On the face of the bearded mercenary who was snoring, a pale palm was rubbing constantly, but the other party was still drooling without knowing it.

In an instant, Wayne's face also turned ashen, he took a deep breath, and shouted in his loudest voice: "Everyone, wake up! There is a ghost in this car!"

"What? Ghost?"

"What are you talking about? No kidding."

"What's wrong? What happened again?"

Everyone was immediately awakened by this sound, including the bearded mercenary. As soon as he opened his eyes, the pale palm disappeared into the sidewall of the carriage, as if it had never appeared before.

Cassandra also woke up, looking at Wayne and Martin, whose faces were extremely ugly, their pretty faces also turned pale: "You saw it too, that lantern can laugh?"

"It's probably more serious."

Martin glanced at her apologetically and said in a low voice, "You are right, I just found out that there is a problem with this car. It seems that there is more than one ghost on this carriage."

"Where are the ghosts? Do you need to be afraid of that kind of gadget? When I go down with a sword, it becomes two pieces!" A mercenary pulled out the steel sword around his waist, turned around and glanced around, his face suddenly became suspicious:

"No, no, no... It's really not right. This carriage is walking on ice, and there are cleats on the wheels. How can it be so smooth?"

"really!"

Wayne quickly got up and walked to the car door beside him. He pushed hard, but he couldn't shake the small wooden door.

"I don't have the strength, let me come!"

The drooling bearded mercenary stood up, two hot air burst from his nostrils, and his burly body slammed into the car door like a mad cow with a strong wind.

boom--!

The wooden car door was knocked open in an instant, and the figure of the mercenary disappeared immediately. The violent airflow mixed with the wind and snow rushed into the car instantly. Everyone could see the ice block shrunk into the size of an ant below, and the dark blue in front of it. night sky.

"Help—life—ah—!"

The mournful howl of the bearded mercenary came from below.

"God are we flying? This wagon is in the sky?"

"What the **** is going on? Strange things happen one after another. Are we cursed?"

"It's taking us there? I'm not happy to go to heaven like this!"

The mercenaries were swayed by the strong wind, grabbing everything that could be grasped around them one by one, struggling to move towards the interior of the carriage, and complaining loudly.

"how so?"

Wei En's face turned green and white. If it wasn't for the bearded beard, the person who just fell to his death would be himself. Thinking about it a little bit, he would be scared for a while.

"Captain! Let's go and close the door!" Hill grabbed the sidewall of the carriage with his fingers, his whole body was pulled towards the door by suction, and shouted at Wayne.

"The door is open to the outside, how do we close it?"

Wayne directly rejected this proposal. It was too dangerous. It was so difficult to open the door, and it cost a life. It would only be more difficult to close it.

"Look for the driver! That driver! Catch him, we might be able to save you!" Cassandra shrank under the seat, hugged the front leg of the chair, and screamed with her eyes closed in fright.

"Yes! Catch the driver!"

The mercenary who had drawn his sword before suddenly came to his senses. He was leaning against the front of the carriage. As long as he smashed the side wall of the first floor, he could catch the **** driver.

After figuring out this joint, he immediately grabbed the floor with his fingers, held the sword in one hand, and slowly crawled forward while grasping the ground in the other.

"What do you want to do? It's too dangerous!"

"Come on, you're a pure man!"

"Catch that **** and **** him!"

At this moment, everyone, including all the members of the White Crow Mercenary Group, broke into a cold sweat, and while watching this man, they were also praying that this man would succeed.

Thanks to his skill, he curled up like a caterpillar on the floor, and between the stretches and contractions, he slowly rubbed against the front of the carriage, and his body threw forward with all his strength, lying on the side wall behind the driver's seat.

"Land for me!"

The mercenary roared, and the steel sword in his hand drew a white light, which directly pierced the carriage, and then picked it up, and suddenly dug a hole the size of a watermelon.

The abominable coachman covered in the shroud had already appeared in his field of vision.

"Hey! You bastard, land right away for me, or..."

Having said that, the mercenary stabbed forward with his sword, intending to clip it around the opponent's neck and teach this **** a lesson.

However, because the airflow in the car was too turbulent, the angle of his sword was deviated, and because of such a slight deviation, he actually pierced the opponent's head directly...