Fairy’s Box

The blood splashed on the ground with Lydia's figure, embellished with shocking blood flowers.

This blow clenched the neck of the female knight tightly, and there was no room for manoeuvre at all. She had to stab her fingers to block it with all her strength, but the strong sword did not delay in the slightest, and slashed directly at her scorpion-tailed fingers.

boom--!

A golden spark burst out in the space, and at the moment when the crimson piercing collided with the blade, the fighting qi of both sides collided with a small brilliance, and then it was instantly annihilated.

Lydia groaned, her footsteps suddenly became chaotic, the sword edge turned instantly, and a wound was cut on her left shoulder, and blood was slowly seeping out from it.

Crimson Piercing itself focuses on speed and flexibility. It pays attention to killing the enemy with one hit, not a reckless technique. In addition, Lydia's current state is extremely poor, and she was suppressed by the opponent's snake-like swordsmanship for a while, so she could only keep retreating.

"..."

The homeless man saw it, and immediately took the opportunity to attack, and the icy blade was like a thunder and lightning, and with the black fog spinning around, it instantly formed an elusive cutting trajectory.

Whoosh-!

The light from the stagnant air blade ripped apart, making a faint whistling sound, and the blade that was close at hand was like a bloodthirsty fang. However, in Lydia's eyes, the sword lights were constantly wandering through space like a group of spiritual snakes, and they couldn't see the trajectory at all.

Is this his swordsmanship, or my eyes can't see clearly?

Her hair fluttered messily in the wind, and the female knight tried her best to open her eyes wide, her eyes flashing with a flame of despair, and in the next instant, that fragile feeling was replaced by a determined stern.

At the moment when the sword light poured out, Lydia pumped up the vindictiveness of her whole body, and the radiance that was transpiring like a red mist suddenly ignited intensely.

The fingers shot out, ignoring the sword light that swept towards him, the fingertips burst into a nine-point red light, and a clean sound like the trembling of violin strings rose, hitting the body of the homeless man.

Whoosh-!

The opponent's chest was instantly pierced with nine wounds.

Almost at the same time, the sword light also wrapped around the female knight's body, and seventeen arcs of light cut through the air. Her wrists and ankles, throat, eyes, heart and abdomen, and the large and small arteries all over her body spurted a blood mist at the same time.

"..."

Lydia squinted her eyes and used her last strength to block the blood spurting wound in her throat with both hands, but she still couldn't stop the flow of physical strength and fell down softly.

On the opposite side of her, the homeless looked at the nine wounds on his chest, and seemed to have no pain at all, then raised the butcher's knife in his hand again, and slashed at the dying female knight.

"farewell."

He slashed towards Lydia's head with a sword, and the moment the blade touched the snow-white skin, the man's entire body suddenly froze in place, as if it was fixed by an invisible force.

"..."

The tramp lowered his head in hindsight, looked at the nine wounds on his chest, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, and strands of black blood dripped from his seven orifices.

Then, he saw that the wound in his chest was glowing red, like a red-hot soldering iron, bulging with the wound.

In the next second, the crimson Dou Qi that had accumulated in the homeless chest immediately spewed out, tearing the unknown killer from the inside out like a rolled-up storm.

"..."

Watching the ashes flying wildly in the air, the persistent light in Lydia's eyes also disappeared.

Soon, the female knight saw the light.

The fog in the sky that was darker than the night quickly dissipated, and a blue starry sky broke through the darkness and reappeared in front of her.

"..."

A star reflected in Lydia's eyes, and there was an indescribable ease in her mind, as if some shackles had disappeared, and she suddenly took a deep breath.

With this cool night wind pouring into her chest, the female knight's mind became clear, and her vitality and vitality returned to her body.

She raised her hand hesitantly and touched her neck—smooth and delicate, with no blood or any wounds.

what happened? Am I not dead?

Lydia suddenly stood up and turned her eyes to the surroundings. There was a deep alley in front of her, with walls covered with Chen Ban on the left and right sides.

Only a pile of twisted and deformed carapace fragments remained on the ground, and a long sword was slanted obliquely on the charred ground, like a tombstone made of metal.

...

"Damn, what the **** are these bugs?"

Old Hank kept scanning his shriveled body with his eyes, as if trying to pull out the bugs hidden under the flesh through the skin.

"He said before... The three of us... Could it be... We released something?" Derek shuddered, the dagger in his hand slumped to the ground, and half of the blade pierced into the soil.

"..."

The old tomb robber's expression froze, and then he tightened his body and said in a hoarse voice: "Could it be that... that coffin is not filled with evil spirits, but something else?"

"That's when I felt something was wrong..."

Halfway through the conversation, the young man quickly realized that this was not the time to complain, and immediately changed the subject: "That monster named Jeffrey wants to kill us, is it just to block the news?"

"Probably."

The old tomb robber turned his eyes away from his body, and slowly exhaled a foul breath: "That guy didn't want others to know that we released it, so he sent this monster to hunt us down."

"What do we do now?"

Derek looked at the old Hank in confusion, suddenly remembered what Jeffrey said before he died, and then asked:

"Your injury... is it okay?"

"I don't know, it should be fine for now."

The old tomb robber shook his head with a wry smile, with a hint of sullenness on his face: "But it shouldn't last long, and after a while, I might turn into a monster too."

"Then don't run away."

The young man stood up at once, and said decisively, "Let's turn ourselves in. The Rosevians should have a way to cure you. Even if you go to jail, it's better than turning into a monster."

"you're right."

The old tomb robber nodded and stood up: "As long as we tell the Rosevians this news, they will definitely have a way to deal with those monsters."

After the two made up their minds, they were ready to return to the western suburbs immediately.

Just as they were about to drive the carriage on their way home, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, with a rotting aura, crouching on the horse's back.

This is a thoroughbred horse from Makmukk, strong and sturdy, and very alert.

But at this time, it didn't seem to feel the foreign body on its back, but its head was getting lower and lower like tiredness. looks.

"Go away!"

Old Hank was in a hurry to save his life, so he immediately picked up a stone and threw it at it.

Hearing the shout of the old tomb robber, the shadow suddenly spread its wings and flew up from the back of the horse.

"what!"

Derek screamed, his hair shaking with his body.

It was a gigantic moth, the size of a calf, its blood-filled belly bulging high, and its wrinkled wings scattered with scale powder as it vibrated, more than six feet wide. In contrast, its head is strangely small, and its dark green compound eyes are densely disgusting.

"Gah!"

It opened its mouth, and a string of blood beads rolled from its sharp jaws.

"I chopped you up!"

Old Hank couldn't care less at this moment, and immediately pulled out his dagger and rushed over - even if he was bitten to death by a moth now, it would be better than turning into a monster.

As soon as he pulled out the dagger, the moth swooped over and swept its metallic luster towards his shoulder.

clang--!

After all, the old tomb robber has been robbing tombs for many years.

"let me help you!"

The young man suppressed the fear in his heart, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment, and soon found a moderate-sized stone, and immediately flew over and grabbed the stone.

"Come, come, come!"

The berserk old Hank roared and rushed forward, holding the dagger in both hands and slashing down hard, the cold light flashed away, the moth made an extremely harsh scream, and a limb was cut off by the dagger.

At this moment, Derek also rushed over with a stone and slammed into the monster's back.

The speed of the moth was very fast. After being cut off by the old tomb robber, it immediately flew high into the sky. The young man slammed into the air with all his strength and hit the opposite tree trunk, making a dull loud noise.

Just then, the horse leaned slowly and suddenly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"No! No! No!"

The old tomb robber immediately ran over and hugged the horse, and found that its breathing was very weak, and it looked weak and only had one breath left.

The horse didn't have any wounds all over its body, except for a red spot next to the mane. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to see the abnormality at all. But it was this small wound that made it lose half of its blood, not to mention continuing to pull the car, even survival is a big problem.

After struggling on the edge of death for an hour, the horse finally failed to survive. In fact, it was useless to survive. It would definitely not be able to pull the car in a short time.

Maybe it was the parasites in the body that started to mess up, or maybe it was the mental blow of despair, and the old tomb robber also fell.

...

Old Hank lay in a dry haystack with a high fever, his cheeks red and his breath terribly hot. Derek had no choice but to find a way to collect some hay leaves and feed him some cold water to reduce his fever.

"It sucks... it sucks..."

The old tomb robber barely opened his eyes, looked at Derek who was wiping his forehead with a damp cloth, and sighed weakly: "Derek, I may be dying..."

"No, I just cut off a lot of branches, dyed them red with horse blood, and made a distress signal in the open space next to them. If anyone or a goblin sees it, we will be saved!" The young man tried to comfort him .

"What? Red with horse blood!?"

Old Hank suddenly widened his eyes, stretched out a finger tremblingly, and cursed out of breath, "You idiot, this is a forest! It's a virgin forest! You dare to blatantly let blood, you will die. ?"

"what?"

Derek was dumbfounded and asked in a daze:

"so what should I do now?"

"Idiot, don't hurry up and take me away!" The old tomb robber was almost annoyed by his anger.

"it is good!"

The young man hurriedly dropped the wet cloth in his hand, walked over and carried Old Hank up on his back.

"Where should I go?"

"Wherever the sun is, take it away! Cough, cough, cough!" The old tomb robber choked his lungs with excitement, and suddenly coughed violently.

"it is good!"

Derek raised his head to determine the position of the sun, and then hurriedly stepped forward.

"Cough cough cough..."

Old Hank coughed violently, his fingers twitched involuntarily, followed by his flanks. He exhaled, and even his breathing became intermittent. The tremors of the body gradually intensified, and finally turned into an uncontrollable violent trembling.

"Ha ha……"

Derek gasped heavily and ran with all his strength behind the old tomb robber. He didn't know where he was going, but just followed the other party's instructions and kept running towards the sun.

Damn... those **** bugs...

The old tomb robber cursed viciously in his heart, then raised his left hand, his fingers twitching unnaturally in his sight. He could feel that the worms in his body were eroding towards the inside of his body along the blood, transforming his body structure little by little.

There was a burst of pain inside the body, and old Hank gritted his teeth and insisted not to make a sound, so as not to affect the young man.

With the constant pain, his hearing became more and more acute, and any slight sound was amplified infinitely.

The shoes stepped on the ground, making a dull sound, and bounced back from the tree trunks on all sides, layer by layer, like continuous ripples, repeatedly torturing the fragile nerves of the old tomb robber.

So much so that Derek ran sweaty and plunged into a dense forest full of spider webs, and he didn't notice it.

The young man was galloping with his head sullen, and there was a sudden rustling sound all around, as if countless arthropods moved their knobby pointed feet at the same time.

"My God..." He stopped abruptly.

A tumultuous black rushed towards them. It was a group of terrifying spiders, each of which was the size of an entire year's fist. The terrifying limbs covered the entire ground, waving densely in the ground covered with fallen leaves, as if A carpet of worms.

It's hard to imagine that so many spiders would gather together, with their tiny heads, hideous faces, and eight-segmented, bent feet that were twice as long as their bodies, resting on the ground. They are covered in hideous black hairs, apparently poisonous.

Only then did he realize that he had been covered with spider webs at some point behind him, covering the entire forest layer by layer. At a glance, he could not count how many.

In every web, there is a spider, or more.