Fairy’s Box

"Dad...I think we're in trouble."

The young man's Adam's apple trembled twice, and he slammed the old tomb robber on his back, but the other party didn't respond, as if he was asleep.

Calm down, spider... spiders don't seem to be able to see moving things (wrong), I should be able to get out of here safely as long as I step back slowly.

Derek comforted himself with his common sense of compensating for mistakes, and held his breath as he prepared to go back the same way.

Just after taking four or five steps back, the back of his head collided with something, he turned his head to look subconsciously, his face turned pale, he let go of his hands and jumped back with a loud cry.

As soon as he let go, old Hank landed with his confused buttocks, shook his head and raised his head, and screamed at the sight.

The old tomb robber was frightened enough by the spider, while the young man jumped up because of something else - hanging from the big tree behind him was a shriveled human skin, clinging to the jagged white bones, hanging on the spider web Shaking.

"Black-faced spider!?"

Seeing the densely packed spiders spreading like a carpet, Old Hank jumped up in fright, and when he touched his belt, he couldn't find the dagger, and only then did he realize that it had been given to the cheap son before.

"Give me the dagger!"

Angrily, the old tomb robber snatched the dagger from the young man's hand, protected him and slowly backed away, while scolding his head and face: "You idiot, why did you come to the black-faced spider forest?"

"I don't know, I just kept running in the direction of the sun as you said..." The young man shrank his head and explained in fear.

"idiot!"

Old Hank couldn't help but scolded again, the dagger in his right hand slashed in front of him, and a sharp airflow shot out instantly, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

"Jianfeng!?"

Derek stared at the sword mark in a stunned manner, then slapped himself. After realizing that it was not a hallucination, he shouted excitedly:

"You...you're so hidden!

"It's weird..."

The old tomb robber was also dumbfounded, and glanced at his calloused hands, his mushy mind couldn't understand the situation at all.

As a man and a generation who grew up under the oppression of the Great Wall of Terror, Old Hank did learn swordsmanship in his early years, and he worked hard, but he was kicked out of the training camp early because of his poor talent.

The main reason for the lack of talent is considered to be because he has always been unable to learn the style of swordsmanship. Later, he was forced by life and had to do the depraved tomb robbery business.

Unexpectedly, the sword style, which was hard to practice in the early years, was inexplicably learned when it was about to die. Is this a return to light, is it that he has exerted his inner potential at a critical juncture?

Old Hank quickly overturned this idea, because he felt that his current state was completely different.

These spiders move slowly as if they were swimming in the water, the wind in the forest became long and clear, and the raised veins on the surface of the leaves were clearly visible between the branches and leaves.

The old tomb robber wanted to find out what was wrong with her, but she couldn't think much about the scene in front of her—the spiders formed a horizontal line along the sword marks, and they kept coming from behind.

It seems to be judging the strength comparison between the enemy and the enemy. After a stalemate for a while, several huge spiders squeezed into the front row, and their limbs tentatively stretched out through the sword marks.

Whoosh-!

A translucent air flow flashed past, and the spider slanted and fell into the sword mark. The whole body suddenly separated from it, and a pool of green body fluid dripped out.

"sharp!"

Derek exclaimed in surprise, then stepped forward, hid his entire body behind the old tomb robber, and kept cheering for him:

"Come on, come on, kill them all."

"Small idea!"

Old Hank didn't expect him to become so powerful. He couldn't help but wanted to show his hands in front of his cheap son. He raised his hand and planned to play with two beautiful swords.

At this moment, the inside of the heavy spider webs suddenly let out an extremely harsh scream, and the whole forest swayed with the sound waves, and the spider swarms surged wildly all of a sudden, rushing towards the two of them like a tide.

In an instant, the spider's corpse covered the sword mark, resisting the whistling sword wind one after another, stepping on the corpse of his companion and rushing towards the prey. In the distance, some spiders exposed their bodies from the canopy, falling like raindrops, pulling out layers of spider webs.

"They're all coming!"

Drake turned pale with fright. Seeing that the spiders around him were almost filling the entire forest, he jumped to his feet and shouted:

"Let's run away, or it will be too late!"

"run!"

Seeing that the group of spiders were killing more and more, the old tomb robber immediately turned around and waved a sword wind, splitting a gap in the thicker and thicker spider web behind him, and plunged in with his cheap son.

Swish swish swish—!

In the narrow space covered with cobwebs, the bright cold light continuously carried up spider silks, and scattered in the air like snow flakes.

"Ha ha……"

The young man followed behind the cheap dad, running out of breath, looking at each other with increasingly strange eyes.

Just a few minutes ago, this old man was still on the verge of dying with a high fever, and he couldn't even walk steadily, so suddenly he became so fierce?

Old Hank was in a hurry to escape, and he had to deal with cobwebs. Naturally, he didn't have time to think like the other party. The dagger tore through several cobwebs with a sharp sword wind, and suddenly sank, and was entangled by a bunch of shiny sticky threads.

He raised his head and found that a spider had climbed to the top of his head at some point, and half of his body was hidden in the spider web, lurking to launch a surprise attack.

If the spider chasing behind was like a chicken, it was a wild dog, almost five feet in diameter, with a thick round body black and shiny, and pincer-like forelimbs as thick as broadswords.

At this time, the big spider was bulging its belly, and the spinning device could not stop spewing spider silk the thickness of a finger, wrapping the dagger in the hands of the old tomb robber layer by layer, and then wrapping it around his wrist.

"Damn!"

Old Hank roared and pulled hard. Those seemingly fragile spider silks were not only sticky, but also extremely resilient, and he couldn't break free for a while.

"It, they are chasing after!"

Derek glanced at the rapidly approaching spider swarm, and was so frightened that he immediately stepped forward to help the cheap old man pull the spider silk.

"let go!"

The old tomb robber suddenly pushed the young man away, suddenly let go of the dagger, followed the shuttle's dagger and rushed to the big black-faced spider, raised his leg and kicked the opponent's head hard.

boom--!

The spider's entire head shattered instantly, splashing out a large amount of disgusting green mucus.

"We must hurry!"

Old Hank picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground, tore off the cobweb, then grabbed the arm of the cheap son and walked like a fly.

Soon, the old tomb robber began to think that the other party's speed was too slow. He raised his hand and picked it up against the pointed head. He ran faster and faster. Suddenly he stumbled and the two flew out at the same time.

Old Hank's shoulders landed first, but the huge impact did not have much impact on him. Soon the old man supported the penetration and looked for the figure of the cheap son:

"Derek?"

"I'm okay!"

Derek ripped off the spider silk stuck to his body, stood up from behind him with a grin, and then scanned the surrounding environment.

The light in the space is very dark, and only a little cold light reflected by the dagger can be seen. There is a layer of quilt-like spider silk under the feet. It feels sticky and thick when stepping on it, which is very uncomfortable.

"Derek..." The old tomb robber suddenly lowered his voice.

"What's wrong?" The young man found the source of the sound from the darkness, and then turned his attention to the cheap dad.

"Don't talk, don't move."

Old Hank's voice was soft as if he was dreaming, he squeezed the dagger in his hand, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"..."

Derek rolled his eyes for unknown reasons, but he kept his mouth closed obediently, and didn't move - above his head, there were two huge eyes floating.

...

This is a wide space.

Dark, icy, dark green poisonous gas like a cloud slowly revolves in the center, like a huge spiral vortex.

There are many large and small poisonous insect nests around, and at a glance, it is impossible to count how many. In every viscous dark green nest, there is a poisonous insect, and more. They are constantly hunting, killing, mating, reproducing... Every minute, the number of these poisonous insects is increasing.

In the cloud layer covered by the shadows at the top of the space, there is a huge layer of spider webs hanging. The whiteness cannot be seen, and the area exceeds the size of a normal city. The translucent spider web is as thick as a lighthouse.

At an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, a huge, twisted figure lay in the center of the spider web. The carapace of its body was engraved with countless dense and strange patterns. These tadpole-like patterns were constantly swimming like they had life, which was extremely strange.

The head shrouded in darkness leaned against the cobweb, with its mouthparts facing the ground below, and the huge spiral vortex was the airflow it exhaled.

"What a familiar taste..."

From the top of the cobweb, a long and heavy voice came out. It sounded like two voices were talking at the same time, one high and one low, with a metallic vibrato in the tail.

After a while of silence, the voice sounded again.

"It is a strong will and advocating darkness, and it is a desire to surpass all living beings and become an extraordinary rotten soul." There was appreciation and praise in the voice.

"What's even more wonderful is that he appeared in my stupid brother, in the rebellious territory of hell... at the right time."

The rolling shadow clouds in the sky lit up a pair of huge green eyes, like two suns, illuminating the entire gray earth.

The viscous earth beneath the spider web began to shake for a while, and countless poisonous insect nests were covered by rolling earth waves. With a pitch-black empty crack in the middle of the earth, a blood-colored flesh cocoon with a diameter of hundreds of yards towered high from the ground. out.

"This is a gift from the devil, and it has to be used properly."

With a gloomy laugh, the eyes in the shadow cloud suddenly closed, the space returned to its previous darkness again, and in the center of the cracked earth, the mountain-sized blood-colored flesh cocoon had long since disappeared.

...

Highland Kingdom, temporary camp.

"It can actually interfere with your will... What kind of power is that?"

Yale was silent for a moment, then glanced at Lydia, who was sitting across from him, looking nervous:

"I can't blame you for this. No one would have thought that a homeless man begging on the side of the road would actually be able to burst out against the power of the Origin Knight. It's really unreasonable."

"..."

The female knight's expression loosened, as if a heavy stone in her heart had finally fallen to the ground.

"but."

The black-haired knight turned around, his eyes slashed on her face like a blade:

"Your lack of supervision has caused a large number of monsters to mix into the quarantine area. You can't go unpunished for such a big mistake. Go down and get a hundred batons. Also, before dinner tomorrow, I want to see your review."

"Yes."

Lydia lowered her head slightly, pursed her thin rosy lips, and turned to leave the tent.

After watching the female knight leave, Yale turned his attention back to the file on the desktop, which was a missing list with information on more than a dozen people who had recently disappeared.

The message from one of them struck him as odd - Hank Parker.

This person has a lot of criminal records in the Highland Kingdom. He has crimes such as illegal invasion, theft, tomb robbery, blasphemy, and forgery of documents.

Judging from the information obtained by the investigator from his residence, this person should have absconded in fear of crime and made a temporary move. But the problem is that all his bad deeds have been paid for, so there should be no need to escape.

Could it be that this guy offended someone, or that he had to run away? The sudden absconding during this sensitive period has something to do with the skinning killer?

Allie fell into deep thought.

Before you know it, the morning sun has quietly emerged on the horizon, and the golden rays of light, under the combing of the dense branches and leaves, draw a clear line, scattered in the inside of the tent in a stepped shape.

"Boss, it's me, Beverly." A familiar voice outside the account woke the black-haired knight from his thoughts.

"Come in."

Yale picked up the strong tea on his right and took a sip.

"Check it out."

The red-haired boy strode into the big tent with a stack of documents, and said with a high spirit:

"The person you asked me to investigate, Hank Parker, is a veteran tomb robber who has participated in many tomb robbing incidents, and is considered an old man in the industry. The other missing person, the man named Will, is him. Accomplices! And, just recently, witnesses saw the two of them hanging around the Trevis family cemetery frequently, seemingly waiting for an opportunity to commit a crime."

"The Trevis family's cemetery... isn't that the place we went yesterday?" The black-haired knight frowned.

"right!"

Beverly nodded heavily, and then said with a beaming expression: "Maybe...the skinned killer is the two of them!"

"When did the witnesses see them hanging out in the Trevis Family Cemetery?" he asked quickly.

"Hold on……"

The red-haired boy opened the information in his hand, read and searched silently for a while, and quickly raised his head and said:

"The last time was a week ago."

"A week... You said, if you want to rob a tomb in such a remote place, do you need a week's planning?" Yale faintly felt that he seemed to have caught some important clue.