Nightmare Card House

Adira Chamber of Commerce.

Artoli paced back and forth in the living room.

Suddenly, Artoli realized something. He paused and stopped at the window.

He found himself walking past the window for the fifth time.

Strangely, Artoli felt that he had never felt so uneasy as he did today.

How long has it been since you felt this uneasiness?

For the first time in so many years, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he had just taken over the affairs of the Notting City Chamber of Commerce. At that time, he was as uneasy as he is now.

Full of fear for the future.

Artoli forced himself to calm down, sat back on the sofa, and poured himself a glass of rum.

After a moment, there was a knock on the door, and the steward walked in from the door.

"President."

Bowing respectfully, the steward handed over a report.

Artoli checked the three reports carefully, frowning, "What do you mean? Nothing was found?"

The steward was silent for a moment and replied: "President, this is indeed very strange."

"Crack!"

Artoli threw the report in his hand towards the steward.

Papers were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes flying in the sky.

"I don't want to listen to this nonsense! Tell me something useful! Otherwise, get out of here!"

"Judging from the investigation results of the three mercenary groups, the formation of this desolate land is extremely special. They did not find any energy points. Moreover, this area should have existed for some time. It is very large and cannot be used for the time being. Find the cause of the Desolate Land and..." The steward lowered his head and said carefully: "From the information obtained inside the Desolate Land, there are no high-level undead creatures such as ghouls. The mercenary group only found low-level skeletons inside, and their aggressiveness was very low."

"Skeletons and skeletons? Very low attack power?" Artoli suppressed the anger in his heart and said solemnly: "Do you think you can defeat a mercenary group just by relying on those skeletons and skeletons with very low attack power?"

The steward lowered his head tremblingly and stopped talking.

Although it is strange, judging from the entire report obtained, this is the fact. What can he do?

There are no ghouls, no skeleton archers, just ordinary skeletons. Although the number of skeletons is indeed large, they are not large-scale.

Artoli leaned back on the sofa and asked, "Have they given any solution proposals?"

"The combat effectiveness of these skeletal creatures is low, and the mercenary group did not encounter any danger when they penetrated into the desolate land. Therefore, they want to thoroughly explore this undead area. Because this area is too large, a thorough search will take a little more time. , and the possibility of discovery is not high. In fact, they believe that the ghoul creature described in the report may be just an accident..."

"Accident?" Artoli didn't think it was an accident. He waved his hand impatiently, "Let them continue searching. Also, where are the alchemists I asked you to find?"

"I've sent someone to invite him, but Master Sibel is conducting a special research, and she doesn't see visitors, so..."

Artoli couldn't help shouting: "Then let someone come to the door in person. Isn't she very interested in alchemy items? Just send the runes there in person!"

"Yes, sir."

"Come back! Also, recruit some people. Aren't there skeletons there? Just go to the mercenary union and issue a commission to clean up all the skeletons there! After recruiting a group of mercenaries, come back and give me a round-the-clock guard. Follow that passage.”

"Yes, sir."

"Go and tell those chambers of commerce that starting from tomorrow, everything will return to normal. Everything on that stretch of road will be normal and traffic will continue."

…

Fang Tian found himself lying flat in the middle of a sea of ​​red blood.

Countless dead souls stretched out their hands from the sea of ​​blood, tearing at his body and pulling him into the red sea of ​​blood.

Fang Tian knew that this was a dream, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break free from this dream.

Waiting, only waiting.

Consciousness is gradually being swallowed up by nothingness.

The sea of ​​blood gradually flooded his body, crossing his neck, ears, mouth...

"Uh-huh!"

Fang Tian suddenly woke up from his sleep, his back wet with cold sweat.

"woke up?"

Fang Tian raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was a skinny old man with dark skin. He had a black animal skin coat draped over his shoulders, and he looked a bit nondescript.

here it is?

Fang Tian quickly scanned the surrounding area.

A shabby...grocery store?

Fang Tian didn't know how to describe this place. There were all kinds of strange props on the rows of shelves. Most of the cabinets and shelves were covered with a thick layer of dust. The room was filled with a stale smell. , and he himself was leaning against a shelf at this time.

Why did it appear here? I remember it was...

Fang Tian tried to recall what happened before, and at the same time looked up at the old man, "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Young man, I will not accept such rude inquiries. You should maintain a trace of respect for your savior." The old man glanced at Fang Tian, ​​"Now that you are awake, leave here quickly."

Fang Tian opened his wrist and glanced at the time, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Damn it!

Time is almost over!

The time for entering the trial each time is limited. Fang Tian originally just wanted to take a break, but he didn't expect to waste so much time in the trial.

He hurriedly looked around and saw a warehouse door not far away. He didn't bother to think too much. He took out a bag of gold coins from his waist and threw it to the old man, shouting, "I borrowed that room. Don't disturb me no matter what happens!"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Fang Tian stepped forward quickly and pushed the door open.

"Boom!"

The moment the door was pushed open by Fang Tian, ​​a dazzling light shone in front of his eyes.

Fang Tian instinctively blocked his eyes with his hands.

The light dissipated.

Fang Tian's pupils shrank slightly, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The overwhelming magic circle.

The whole room was filled with magic circles drawn with red mixture.

Blue iron chains stretched out from every corner of the room, tightly wrapped around the center of the room.

There, in the center of the room, a black cub.

The young beast's eyes were red, staring at Fang Tian intently, emitting murderous aura.

The strong murderous aura made Fang Tian's feet frozen, unable to move a step.

"Reckless boy, for the sake of the gold coins, I will spare you this time."

A voice sounded behind him, and then a hand passed in front of Fang Tian's eyes and slammed the door shut.

Fang Tian turned around suddenly.

The old man wrapped in thick animal skin clothes walked up as if nothing had happened, pointing to the escalator leading upstairs, "Don't you have something to do? Go upstairs, turn right, the first room, leave now if you don't want it, I won't refund the money."

Fang Tian raised his eyebrows, knowing that now was not the time to talk about these things, and left quickly.