A strange world

Chapter 617 Chapter 14. Wooden House in the Forest

Re-entering this oak forest, Annan felt that this forest was lifeless, whether it was an illusion 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 Duke of Skeletons, 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 maliciously, and then stopped because it was too stupid to do so.

Walking in the sparse woods, Annan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten 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 seems to be unoccupied, and the Skeleton Duke is not a ghost, so how come there are no traces?

Out of vigilance, Annan went around a little further, and the Crystal Skull also went around 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...

boom!

The closed wooden door suddenly trembled and dust fell.

Annan stopped and looked suspiciously at the wooden house in the forest where the noise was coming from.

Then the wooden door shook violently and was knocked open with a bang, and a young man rolled out from the door.

"help me……"

The bruised young man crawled out in fear: "Don't come here...don't go near the hut..."

He was warning Annan again.

A silhouette emerged in the silent forest hut: it was a burnt silhouette wearing a long skirt. It stared at the young man and wriggled out at a speed slightly faster than he could crawl, so it was discovered that under its skirt was a strip of shadow emerging from the shadows. Extended shadow.

The young man climbed out of the wooden house and stretched out his hand to Annan: "Quick...it's okay now..."

The warnings from Dracula and the Skeleton Assistant didn't say what to do if they couldn't escape.

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 eyes stared at the two figures fleeing into the depths of the woods, flowing out of deep hatred and resentment...

Annan let go of the young man in the forest where he could vaguely see the wooden house in the forest.

His legs were completely rotten, exuding a stench like a rotting corpse, the noble clothes were torn into strips, 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 that have something to do with weirdness are equally unknown.

"It's okay, I just need to go back to Wenwen 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.

"Did you know it's 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 didn't pay attention to, 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 pay attention to Annan's distance. 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 Wenwen City..."

"Send me there, you will get the gratitude of the Sparrow family..." He raised his head and looked at Annan, and then almost lost himself in the silhouette covered with sunshine, "Are you a new noble? I have never seen you. "

The young people regarded Annan as a young nobleman who came out to gain experience.

"That's right, but I'm not from Lost City. And I want to tell you, something seems to have happened in Lost City..."

"What's up?"

"I do not know yet."

The shadow crawling between the fallen leaves was getting closer and closer to the two people talking.

"What's the matter with you? And that cabin in the woods."

"That crazy woman... I want to kill her whole family!" Thinking of the past three years, the young 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 past full of hatred.

It's a story about ugliness:

In the year 998 of Saint Laurent's calendar, a young man met a girl when he was out. As a noble, of course he could do whatever he wanted to civilians, but the girl resisted fiercely and even 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 had been transformed by evil vampires and needed to be purified. He nailed the doors and windows and set her parents and younger 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? Give me a cure!"

Annan ignored him and continued to complete the summons 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 shouted angrily when he realized what was going to happen.

"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 there and throw him at the door."

The young nobleman 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 apologized sincerely.

The hatred surging in his empty eyes faded away, he stared at Annan indifferently, and dragged the young noble who kept wailing into the wooden house.

"Do you need other help? For example, finding other accomplices, or helping your family rest in peace..."

The charred silhouette didn't respond, just looked in one direction as the door closed.

boom--

As the wooden door closed, there was no scream, no wail, and 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 piece together a sad story.