Chapter 617 14. Wooden House in the Forest
Entering this oak forest again, Annan felt that this forest was lifeless or not. No birds or animals passed by, and the wind was still, as if time had frozen here.
The crystal skull is always facing the direction of the Skeleton Duke, but holding a skull makes Annan really look like a necromancer.
Annan walked a certain distance deliberately pretending to be fierce and difficult to offend, threatening that he might be peeking at his existence spitefully, and then stopped because it was too stupid to do so.
Walking in the sparse woods, Annan suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask the skeleton assistant for a skeleton horse. He didn't know how long it would take to walk like this...or not very long.
A wooden house in the forest appeared in front, and the Crystal Skull was also facing there.
It’s just that the wooden house looks uninhabited, and the Skeleton Duke is not a ghost, so how come there are no traces?
Out of vigilance, Annan moved a little further to the side, and the Crystal Skull also circled somewhere, continuing towards the depths of the woods.
It seems that the wooden house in the forest is just a residence built by hunters in the past...
Annan thought, and continued to move forward, curiously looking at the wooden house in the forest that had been covered in dust for a long time...
Bang!
The closed wooden door suddenly trembled and dust fell.
Annan stopped and looked suspiciously at the wooden house in the forest where there was movement.
Then the wooden door trembled violently and was knocked open with a bang, and a young man rolled out of the door.
"Save me..."
The bruised young man crawled out in fear: "Don't come here...don't get close to the hut..."
He was warning Annan again.
A silhouette emerged in the silent forest cabin: it was a burnt silhouette wearing a long skirt. It stared at the young man and squirmed out faster than he could crawl, so he found the hem of its skirt. Below is a shadow extending from the shadows.
The young man climbed out of the confines of the wooden house and stretched out his hand to Annan: "Quick...it's okay now..."
Dracula and the skeleton assistant's warning did not say what to do if they could not escape. manage.
Annan resisted the urge to call Mr. Swaro to plow the fields, and extended a helping hand to drag the young man outside.
The squirming charred silhouette stopped, and its empty eye sockets stared at the two figures escaping into the depths of the woods, flowing out of deep hatred and resentment...
You can vaguely see the forest. In the woods of the wooden house, Annan let go of the young man.
His legs were completely rotten and exuded a stench like a rotting corpse. The noble clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and his exposed body was covered with scratches.
"I thought I would never come out again..." The young man who survived the disaster said happily.
"You're going to die." Annan stepped back a little.
Things related to weirdness are equally unknown.
"It's okay, just go back to Lost City and find a priest to heal..." The young man turned himself over and lay on his back under the shade of a tree. Annan didn't know the situation in Lost City, but the priest couldn't release magic two years ago.
"Do you know that it is the year 1001 of the Saint Laurent calendar?"
"Has it been three years already..." The young man started to tremble with shock and pain.
Annan stepped back a little more, looking at the young man's old and new wounds... He seemed to have been tortured in the wooden house for three years.
In the direction of the wooden house that they did not notice, a shadow quietly crawled among the fallen leaves through the shade of the trees in the forest.
"Where is this?" The young man didn't care that Annan was far away. He knew that the smell on his body must be bad.
“Next to the kingdom of the Skeleton Duke.”
“Where is that?” The young man who had been trapped for three years had no memory at all.
In fact, Annan didn't know either. He only knew that Dracula was taking him south.
"It should be in the north of Lost City..."
"Send me there, and you will be grateful to the Sparrow family..." He raised his head and looked at Annan, and then almost indulged in it. In the silhouette covered with sunshine, "Are you a new noble? I have never seen you."
The young man regarded Annan as a young noble who came out to experience.
"So be it, but I am not from Lost City. And I want to tell you, something seems to have happened in Lost City..."
"What's the matter?" "I don't know yet."
The shadow crawling between the fallen leaves is getting closer and closer to the two people talking.
"What's the matter with you? And that wooden house in the forest."
"That crazy woman... I'm going to kill her whole family!" Thinking of the experience of the past three years, the young man The noble trembled in pain again, and then smiled ferociously: "Sorry, I forgot... I have already done that."
Annan frowned and looked at the young noble who was crying and laughing, and asked him to regain his composure before telling him about this hateful past.
That is a story about ugliness:
In the year 998 of the Saint Laurent calendar, a young man met a girl when he went out. He was a noble, so of course he could do whatever he wanted to civilians. But the girl resisted fiercely and knocked out one of his teeth.
The young noble who returned to Lost City gathered his servants for revenge, but the girl was hidden by her parents, and the little boy also told him to get out——
So the young man claimed that the girl’s family Transformed by an evil vampire, she needed to be purified, nailed the doors and windows, and set her parents and brother on fire.
That day, four silhouettes dancing in the flames appeared in the burning wooden house.
The shadow that was originally extending slowly intensified suddenly, approaching the two people talking at a staggering walking speed.
"Four vampires can't even escape from the house?"
"Of course they are ordinary people, that's just an excuse I made..." After the words fell, he saw Annan starting to cast a spell, " Are you still a mage? "Heal me quickly!"
Annan ignored him and continued to complete the call to Lemon, pointing at the young noble: "Catch him."
"What are you doing!?" The young noble who had just escaped became uneasy.
"Let her complete her unfinished revenge."
Annan led the young nobleman past the paused shadow and came to the vicinity of the wooden house in the forest.
"Let me go! You little bastard, the Sparrow family will not let you go!" The young nobleman realized what was going to happen and yelled angrily.
“Shut him up.”
The young nobleman's mouth was covered by a ball of water, bubbles popping up.
Annan looked at him, with disgust in his black eyes: "You said the opposite thing... It's not whether the Sparrow family will let me go, but whether I will let you go. "
"Don't go over, throw him to the door."
The young noble was thrown out by Lemon and rolled to the door of the wooden house.
Click——
The closed wooden door reopened, and the charred outline reappeared in front of the door.
"I'm sorry, I rescued him without knowing the reason... Now that the property is back to its original owner, please continue to burn your hatred." Annan sincerely apologized.
The hatred surging in his empty eyes faded away, he stared at Annan indifferently, and dragged the wailing young noble into the wooden house.
"Do you need other help? For example, find other accomplices, or help your family rest in peace..."
The charred silhouette did not respond, but looked in one direction when closing the door.
Bang——
As the wooden door closed, there was no scream, no wail, everything fell silent.
Annan walked around the wooden house and came to the place where it last looked.
This is a simple cemetery. The four tombstones inserted crookedly simply read: "Father", "Mother", "Brother", "I"...
They are pieced together Tell a sad story.
(End of this chapter)