Fairy’s Box

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the desert a dark red, and the scorching heat was slowly fading away, replaced by a bone-chilling cold. The dim sky that slowly opened shrouded the entire desert.

The knights raised the bonfire, grilled the meat and vegetable soup, and after using the grudge to speed up the cooking, they sat happily in the camp to enjoy the desert night. Although the desert night is cold and cold, for a group of natural disaster knights, it is no different from Xiaoyu Feifei, and this exotic style is more worth watching.

Yale's side had to deal with the magic fire that was about to break out soon, and this group of people knew how to stop, so they didn't restrain them.

The night is getting darker and the sandstorm is getting bigger and bigger.

After blowing the sand for a while, everyone gradually felt bored, and they got into the windproof tent, but the lights in the tent were still on, and it seemed that these guys weren't going to sleep for a while.

Lydia didn't watch the wind and sand in a leisurely manner, she washed herself early and got into the tent, silently running the fighting qi, and when the golden power gradually became abundant, she felt her whole body swell and her heart was hot before dissipating the power.

The female knight was going to sleep with a blanket on her back. With her physical fitness level, it was no longer important to cover her with a quilt or not. Even carrying a blanket with her was a habit of life, so it was actually unnecessary.

She lay on the blanket in her underwear for a while, and she didn't fall asleep. Her mind kept thinking about it, always thinking of her super daring offensive that day, and her pretty face kept changing color between green eggplant and tomatoes.

I don't know how long it took, the female knight suddenly felt the cold air blowing towards her, making her feel very uncomfortable, and a feeling of irritability emerged spontaneously.

She sat up in the dark, wanting to check whether her tent was leaking air.

Suddenly I heard a creepy chewing sound, the sound came from the oil lamp, the female knight raised her head and looked at the oil lamp, only to see a thin head hanging over the original oil lamp.

The facial features of the human head were facing Lydia, and on the dry and wrinkled face, there were still dense grains of sand like dead skin.

Squeak - squeak -!

The dark eye sockets of the human head were cast towards the female knight, and there was an image of a worm wriggling in it, rolling and wriggling under its skin like boiled noodles—the sound of chewing came from there.

The thread that hung the oil lamp was also gone, replaced by the hair hanging from the head, and the heat shields on the oil lamp turned into eyeballs, looking at her with creepy eyes.

"..."

Seeing the strange scene in front of her, Lydia silently pursed her lips and raised her hand to get a scarlet puncture.

Whoosh-!

A sharp red line flashed past, directly piercing the human head, breaking it into countless fragments, and those fragments became the remains of an oil lamp as soon as they hit the ground.

Interesting, is this a dead ghost in the desert?

actually found me.

Are you planning on me to stay here instead of him, such a stupid resentful spirit... It's worth seeing.

The female knight just tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly a strange thing happened around her, and interest arose in her heart.

Lydia got dressed and stepped out of the tent alone. The dark night and the shadow of the wind and sand wrapped her heavily, making her as if hiding in the deepest darkness.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

The torrential rain-like wind and sand hit the female knight, but it was separated by a faint layer of rising golden light, and the sand fell from her side like a waterfall, covering the ground.

Lydia saw a figure lying on the ground not far away. The figure seemed to be in pain. In a deformed posture, her body was constantly twisting and crawling in the desert.

"It's you who are pretending to be ghosts?"

The female knight walked over unceremoniously, raised her foot and kicked the opponent over. The sole of her shoe directly stepped on its head, and she forced it into the sand before she moved away contentedly.

At the moment when the marching boots left, the head suddenly turned upside down, and the pale eyes bulged out of their sockets, staring at her gloomily like a dead and shriveled fish.

Whoosh-!

Two dazzling red lines ran straight down, bursting its eyes without hesitation.

The corpse twitched, and instantly turned into a filthy liquid that melted into the ground, and then the desert under the female knight swelled. A large number of blood blisters appeared, and were gradually stained red by the stench of blood. The blood-colored sand looked like a human face.

Lydia's eyes fell to the ground, her pretty face was expressionless, she felt the sand under her feet start to shake, and soon it trembled violently like an earthquake.

She raised her eyebrows and lowered her head, only to see a pair of brown, thin hands stretched out from the soil. Then, the thin human head also rose, revealing the shoulders buried in the soil.

As soon as that hand touched the female knight's boot, it was shattered by the shock of gold, followed by a suction that picked it up, like pulling a radish, was pulled out by Lydia and threw it on the ground .

She walked in and saw that the corpse had already been broken into pieces, and there was only a pile of sticky flesh left, with dirty blood constantly bubbling out, reflecting a hazy scarlet in the moonlight, as if The air was soaked with blood.

"I'm so thirsty, I'm so thirsty, I'm dying of thirst!"

"Give me water, give me something to drink, as long as it's drinkable, anything is fine!"

"If not, give me your blood!"

There was an indistinct wailing sound from the meat piece, and then slowly squirmed and swelled, rolling bumpily on the ground, and kept making a sticky and penetrating miserable cry:

"Give me your blood! Give me your blood! Give me your blood!"

These pieces of minced meat were rolled, squeezed and stacked, the blood and flesh mud mixed with yellow sand, and then stood up tremblingly like a pile of snowmen.

"..."

Lydia looked at it, and immediately covered her mouth and nose with her hands, a burst of nausea in her throat, and she felt serious physical discomfort.

"This is the ghost of a pedestrian who died in vain in the desert. It wandered around the place of death for many years, and sucked the blood of many living people. Your luck is really good." Yale's voice came from behind the female knight. Come.

"Uh!"

When her body trembled, her pretty face suddenly changed color, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing, she quickly turned her face to the other side.

"Am I that scary?"

The black-haired knight, who had just survived the torment of the devil's fire, walked to Lydia's side, glanced at her, and suddenly found that the other party was shaking like a little girl who had seen a strange scorpion at the moment - is he more than this? Is this kind of resentment still scary?

Yale shook his head helplessly, and then turned his attention to the approaching resentful spirit:

"It seems to be interested in you."

"gross!"

The female knight lowered her head and didn't dare to look him in the eyes. She could only grit her teeth and regard the resentment as an object to vent. She raised her hand and prepared to shoot it to ashes.

"Don't worry!"

The black-haired knight quickly persuaded her: "This guy has been wandering in the desert for a long time, maybe he knows a lot of information we need."