Fairy’s Box

"That does make sense."

Yale nodded slightly, his eyes moved, and he reached out his hand like lightning and snatched Beverley's shorthand: "Then why did Jeffrey kill these two people, has there been any intersection between them?"

"..."

The red-haired boy shook his head and had no choice but to let the shorthand book be robbed:

"I don't know the specific details, but I know that the days of Jeffrey's death are the days before and after their tomb raids, and it can even be said to coincide."

"The cemetery of the Trevis family?" The black-haired knight raised his head suddenly and put down the shorthand in his hand.

"In other words, this is likely to be an evil spirit revenge incident."

Beverley immediately reached out his hand and grabbed his shorthand, and recited quickly:

"Derrick, Hank, and Will went to rob the tomb, and then woke up only to be asleep, not the ascended tomb owner, and they were retaliated. The missing Will was killed first, and then Derek and Hank, who were in a panic, I couldn't help but wanted to abscond, but unfortunately I encountered a cultist making trouble, so I could only sneak away through underground channels, and in the end... I still couldn't escape."

"Sounds reasonable...but what do you use to be sure that the troublemaker must be a cult?" The black-haired knight put his chin in his hands, frowning at him

"Murdering, skinning, corpse abuse, and then the destruction of the western suburbs of Edinburgh, self-destruction, and the assassination of Lydia in the end, what else could it be other than a cultist?"

"Well... that explanation does make sense."

Yale nodded hesitantly, glanced across Beverley's shorthand, and cast it on his face:

"Cultists naturally want to be suppressed, but we can't just target them, especially the assassination of the pair, we have to take more precautions. At least until there is iron evidence that the cause of all accidents is blamed on cultists, we can't Jump to conclusions, after all, everything needs to be based on evidence now.”

"Why? As long as we clean up the local cultists and see if the skinning and assassination incidents have disappeared, can't we deduce the truth of the matter?" The red-haired boy folded his shoulders in confusion.

"To clear the cultists with all our strength means that we have to disperse our strength, and dispersing our strength will give the assassins an opportunity. Your life is more important to me than the Highland Kingdom, so I will not do my best to deal with the evil until I have hard evidence. Christians take action."

The black-haired knight glanced at the strong tea that was spoiled by the other party, frowned, took a sip, and continued:

"Let the army of the Highland Kingdom go and collect it slowly, and we will not move until the truth is found out."

"Well, from your point of view, there's nothing wrong with doing that."

Beverley nodded, jumped off the table, turned around and waved to him: "Then I will do my best to search the cemetery, and at the same time try to find these two missing tomb robbers, as well as the poor evil spirit, put the iron evidence. to you."

"Hold on."

Yale put down his big tea jar and called the red-haired boy who was about to leave the military tent.

"Is there anything else?" The red-haired boy looked back at him in surprise.

"Don't forget, you yourself are likely to be the target of assassination."

The black-haired knight looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Let Nicole and Clark go with you to investigate. After leaving the barracks, they must never be separated. This is an order."

"I would like to serve you, sir."

The corners of the red-haired boy's lips were slightly upturned, and he gave him a salute before he left the military tent with his head held high.

Looking at the figure disappearing with the curtain closed, Yale held up the large white-lacquered tea jar in his hand, wiped the side that the other party had just drank from with his sleeve, and hummed:

"I don't like drinking, but I always come over to drink my tea, spoil good things, and get more and more presumptuous one by one."

...

A gloomy gale poured into the room, and the door of the old bar opened and closed, but no one came in.

The messenger who was guarding in the dark corner raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

"You came just in time, you have to do something for me."

The waiter spoke into the air without any response. If an ordinary person saw him, he might think he was a lunatic.

A strong smell of blood soon appeared in the air. Through the darkness, the bartender saw a thick trail of blood spreading out of thin air on the ground. He kept moving forward, the blood became thicker and thicker, and finally stopped in front of the man.

The strong and dense blood type smell is getting heavier and heavier, almost pouring into the waiter's nose and mouth. He insisted not to let himself spit it out, his eyes instantly turned into snake pupils, and he snorted coldly:

"You dare not listen to the master!?"

Snapped--!

Before he finished speaking, the man's Adam's apple suddenly sunk into five small holes, his eyes almost protruded from their sockets, and his whole body slowly floated up. His legs kicked violently forward, as if he had hit an entity, making a thumping sound.

The messenger stared round his eyes, clasped his hands tightly in front of his throat, struggled hard, and tried his best to squeeze out a hoarse sentence:

"скользящий!"

boom--!

A viscous blood mist exploded in the air, and with the stench of blood splashing, a figure with bare muscles and no half-inch skin disappeared with the shock wave, knocking the wall into a deep pit. Then disappeared instantly.

"idiot……"

The messenger struggled to prop up his body from the floor, Snake Eye stared at the hole in the wall, and sneered:

"A mere evil spirit also wants to resist the master's curse, and is beyond his own power!"

The air quieted down, the blood that was dripping down gradually faded and disappeared, and a figure with peeled skin and exposed muscles and organs stood silently in front of him.

"Roseviers' lackeys are patrolling the streets, and I want you to lure their leader to Eighth Street, the place you know, if you don't want to suffer, do it!"

"..."

The evil spirit raised his head and stared at him with his eyes without eyelids, showing resentment and fear, his terrifying body faded with the smell of blood, and finally disappeared into the air.

...

Western suburbs, shopping street.

Lolo and Goethe walked fast on the streets of the western suburbs, followed by five warrior teams in white armor, each guard team was led by a third-order knight, accompanied by twenty second-order peak experience Rich warrior.

On the white alloy armor of the soldiers of the guardhouse, the shoulder pads and left chest are inlaid with the coat of arms representing the guard. The silver coat of arms is painted with city walls, crossed swords and eagles, which symbolize protection, power, gaze and observation respectively. It is said that the pattern was designed by the Governor himself.

This unsettled night as usual, the sky over the western suburbs seemed to be full of haze. The heavy atmosphere not only made the residents anxious, but also affected the soldiers who were patrolling.

"Hey, do you remember what the Governor told us before he left?" Luo Luo raised her beautiful eyebrows, glanced at an empty shop beside her, and whispered.

"What about the assassin?"

Goethe quietly followed behind his companion and responded with the same voice.

"Yeah, the Governor said that we may also be on the assassination list, so we have to be very careful." Lolo maintained the calm on the surface, while his eyes wandered, he swept across a dark corner:

"Now I have a feeling of being targeted, I don't know if it's an illusion."

"I trust your intuition! Women's intuition has always been more accurate!" Goethe nodded again and again.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Luojiao glared at him fiercely, her pupils shrank unknown, and said eagerly:

"I was serious."

"Then what?"

Goethe habitually let his companions come up with ideas.

"Let's do it by chance, if there is a chance, then you must make a contribution!" Luo Luo cast his eyes straight ahead, pursed his lips, and continued to move forward as usual.

The two took the troops across the corner and walked to the next street. Before taking a few steps, Goethe stopped, wrinkled his nose, and sniffed the air with his eyes closed:

"Strange, how can I smell a **** smell."

"Is it?"

Luo Luo followed and closed his eyes, and at this moment, a hand appeared in front of him out of thin air, without half an inch of skin, and the **** five fingers rushed towards his throat with a **** wind.

"Humph!"

Goethe suddenly stretched out his right arm and stood firmly in front of the **** hand. At the same time, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the center of gravity poured into his right leg. go out.

Whoosh-!

The **** palm turned into a blood-colored mist and disappeared, but the next second, Goethe saw another **** hand appear out of thin air, went straight to his throat, and quickly stepped back.

And the big hand that was splashing with stench blood followed him like a shadow. It could be seen that the distance between the five fingers of the skeleton and his throat was never more than one foot!

In an instant, Goethe seemed to be able to feel the sticky touch on the tip of the **** finger. Before he even touched it, the pores on his Adam's apple suddenly tightened, and the hair stood on end, as if he could feel the **** hand. the enormous power contained therein.

Seeing that the speed of the **** hand was getting faster and faster, and he could grab his own throat in the next moment, Goethe could only pour the fighting qi into his neck with all his strength, trying to resist the blow.

Whoosh-!

The bright red Dou Qi whizzed from the side, twisted into a stamen-like vortex in the air, the air where it passed suddenly made a slight explosion, and the air in the unit space was squeezed and burst open.

boom--!

This huge explosive force not only pushed Goethe to the back, but also hit the **** palm in the middle.

"call!"

Goethe immediately stopped retreating, touched his throat with lingering fears, and then grinned at his companion:

"Thanks."

"Do not talk."

Luo Luo vigilantly patrolled around and narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe that the **** hand was flying out of thin air, because its reaction was very flexible, and it didn't look like a flying prop.

So this hand must belong to a powerful assassin, an assassin who somehow removed his figure from the air!

"There are assassins!"

"The enemy will be invisible!"

"Prepare to defend!"

The Weisuo army also reacted and formed a ring of waterless battle formations to protect the two airborne bosses in the circle.

"Assassin has appeared, send a signal to call someone."

Goethe looked around nervously, and then reminded his companions.

"Wait a minute... Let's see what's going on."

Lolo unexpectedly rejected the proposal, his eyes searched the surroundings calmly, as if waiting for something.

"hey-hey……"

A hoarse laughter sounded from the space, and the distance was quickly pulled away with the sound of liquid flowing. Everyone could clearly see that a sinuous bloodstain continued to extend backwards from their eyes, and then stopped at the corner. .

"Hey hey hey..."

A figure with naked body muscles|exposed, with clearly visible internal organs in the chest, emerged along with the gradually clear laughter, stood at the end of the bloodstain, and then disappeared instantly.

"Chase!"

Luo Luo dodged to chase, but a powerful big hand quickly grabbed him.

"Are you crazy? The Governor just told us, don't be impulsive in the event of an accident, and send a signal as quickly as possible!" Goethe grabbed his arm and roared anxiously and angrily.

"That's for the Governor's sake for our safety."

Luoluo struggled twice like a swimming fish, pulled out his arms flexibly, and glanced at him: "If you want to make a contribution, come with me, I have a way!"

While speaking, he tapped his toes a few times, and his figure chased after him.

"Damn!"

Goethe stomped his foot hard, stepped out a crack on the slate floor, and gritted his teeth:

"Chase!"

...

The appearance of this guy is obviously a bait, but after chasing it, they can also find their ambush position.

In this critical period, if you want to make a contribution, you can't do it without fighting.

Luoluo pursed her thin lips, her slender legs hit the slate, followed by the erratic figure of the evil spirit, and she thought of Kara's mocking face and evil laughter.

absolute! Never let that guy look down on him again!

"hey-hey……"

The evil spirit turned and glanced at Lolo who was chasing after him. The muscles on his face swelled and bulged out, and he squeezed out a hideous smile, which instantly turned into a **** light, and got into an attic shrouded in darkness.

right here!

Luo Luo stopped abruptly, opened his right hand, and a metal rose spun and slipped out of the trumpet-shaped sleeve, and was grasped by him in the palm of his hand.

In the bright red flame, the metal rose quickly plated into a rose-like color and slowly rotated in the holder's hand.

Piranha Rose!

Luo Luo gritted her silver teeth and threw the rose in her hand into the sky, sliding out a bright red dazzling light band, deep into the clouds at high speed, and a group of bright fireworks exploded.

"Lolo!"

This is, Goethe's figure reappeared at the corner. He quickly ran to his companions, looked up at the fireworks bursting in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I knew you wouldn't be stupid."

"No... I'm just gambling."

Luo Luomei's eyes reflected a cold light like a sharp blade, and she looked at the attic in front of her, and said softly:

"Before the Governor-General rushes over, you must hold on."

"What did you say?"

Goethe scratched his head in confusion, and then, the attic shrouded in darkness in front of him gradually faded, and a sudden breeze was faintly mixed with the smell of burnt stench.