[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

There was nothing wrong with Arthur's ominous premonition, and things were indeed going in the worst direction.

It’s okay when I’m in the church, but once I go out, there must be disasters. Even when I’m sitting by the window and writing quietly, crows will suddenly pounce on the windowpane.There is no solution in the long run. Arthur stared at the large mottled blood on the table, and the unfinished manuscript was completely scrapped. He took a deep breath and decided to free up his hands to solve this matter first.

"To appease the anger of the ghosts, we should start from the source." The priest reminded, "I still have a lot of blessed holy water here, take them all away, and go back to see what the ghosts want."

Arthur accepted his suggestion and took away not only the holy water, but also the cross that had been enshrined here from the beginning of the statue of the Virgin Mary.The touch of the silver cross was very warm, and the strong power of the holy light seemed to frighten the evil spirits. Nothing happened to Arthur all the way home.

Everything in the restaurant remained the same as it was the day Arthur left. The blood on the ground strangely did not dry up, as if it was alive. When you got close, you could still see the shimmering water that reflected the shadow on it. The finger bones were missing, and Arthur didn't bother to find them. His eyes fell on the blood-red letter paper.

Originally, he thought that he would give in for the time being so that he could calm down the matter directly, but this time the evil spirit persisted in harassing him, so he could only use ruthless hands to completely eliminate the other party, so as to avoid future troubles!

Arthur thought that the life after retirement had really smoothed out his sharp aggressiveness a little bit. In the past, he would have exploded the moment the other party stretched out his claws and killed him.

In the light purple eyes, a line of vertical pupils flashed away, and the half-blooded dragon temporarily suppressed the tyrannical killing intent, but reached into the hidden pocket at the waist, and held the handle of the pistol.

After the reagent test, the letter paper was non-toxic, so Arthur cautiously picked it up with tweezers.There were no words on the paper, only blood stains twisted into a weird pattern, like a thorny rose, and the style didn't look like anything that had appeared in history.

A gust of inexplicable wind blew through the room, Arthur immediately took a few steps back, leaned on the back of the chair to stabilize his body, and quickly pulled the curtain beside him to block his body, the chandelier on the ceiling hit him with a "bang" sound. The blood splashed everywhere, and fell on the curtains, making a slight sound of strong acid corrosion.

It's really... endless!

Arthur leaned down, rolled on the spot to avoid the fallen clothes hanger, pulled out the pistol from the holster, quickly loaded the magazine, pulled the slide, and when a sharp roar sounded from behind, he turned around and shot!Human weapons would not cause any harm to ghosts, but Arthur's gun and bullets have been specially treated, and the bullets have been blessed by the Holy Light. Once the shot passed, the evil spirit suddenly wailed terribly, and its body was broken. A big hole was formed, and the hole continued to expand. After a while, it was completely burned out in the air.

Arthur stood up from the ground and saw a charred finger bone on the floor quickly turned into a pool of ashes. To confirm that the evil spirit had been dealt with, just in case, he sprayed holy water in the entire restaurant, which Just went upstairs to pack the things I needed.

Packing and taking away the potions and other things he made earlier, and taking away his credit card, Arthur searched for the pattern on the Internet, but there is no answer for the time being.Without paying much attention, he turned back to the church again, met a neighbor on the road, and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"Are you going on a long trip? It's nice to be young..." The old woman smiled while carrying a vegetable basket, "At our age, even if we are free, we are always sick or something."

"Are you sick?" Arthur frowned slightly, for fear that his well-meaning neighbors would be affected by him.

"I'm fine. It's flu season recently. Many old friends around me are sick. It's not a serious illness at all. Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine." The old woman was very optimistic, and she rolled the vegetable basket again, " I won't bother you, just go."

Arthur watched the old woman's staggering back for a long time before turning around and rushing to the church.

"Anyway, he just wanted to lead me to a specific place. I might as well do what he wants." Arthur said to the priest while packing his luggage, "Once I find out where the sign belongs, I'll immediately will move."

The priest looked at the pattern that Arthur had copied from memory, and he did not forget to take out the baked cookies from the oven. He was accidentally scalded by the iron plate, but he still put the cookies on the table tenaciously and steadily, and put them on the cold water. After washing the wound, he called Arthur to come over to eat something, but he sat there, lost in thought while looking at the pattern.

"This pattern... I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Arthur ate half of the cookie, and the priest finally remembered something. He hurriedly went to the basement to look through his stack of old magazines. Arthur turned on the light for him, watching the priest's busy back.

"Shall I help?"

The priest waved his hand, his slightly chubby figure was submerged in a pile of old books, after searching for a long time, he finally took out an old magazine that had been rolled up at the corner.

"Hey, it's listed in this travel magazine. It seems to be some kind of castle. It was a tourist hotspot a few years ago, but not many people mention it recently."

Arthur took the magazine, and the picture on it was a castle surrounded by thorn bushes, which looked like a horror castle, attracting adventure lovers from all over the world, hoping to uncover the mystery of the castle.

Usually going to such a place will not end well. Arthur has never understood why some people always like to die, but thinking that he will soon join the army of die, Arthur decided not to complain about these die-seeking explorers.

"Go up and rest first, I'll stay for a while and read the follow-up magazines." Arthur looked at the pile of magazines, and instinctively felt that there were still important things inside. The priest nodded and sent Arthur a blanket and hot tea. , I went to rest by myself.

Flipping through the book alone until very late, Arthur wrapped himself in a blanket and focused on the basic magazines he turned out. They all told about the spooky events of Thorn Castle from different sides. In the exaggerated tone similar to the street newspapers, there were creepy things hidden .

"Car accident, lung disease, accidental falling off a cliff, falling into the water..." Arthur integrated the scattered information presented in magazines in the past ten years, and found that those who had been to the castle had accidents that were easily overlooked by the public. The accident took a long time, so almost no media would report it, and it was just mourned as an accident.

There was the sound of a book being knocked off, and Arthur raised his head vigilantly. The old priest was standing at the door with a shawl on his body and a cup of hot almond milk in his hand.

"I'll go to bed after reading this, you go to rest first." Arthur took the milk, his expression slightly soft, "You don't have to wait for me."

The old priest glanced down at the magazines he had read, he couldn't see clearly without glasses, and squatted down with difficulty, "It's these few books, I seem to have a little impression, such as the supernatural events in the castle..."

"When I was young, I really wanted to go exploring in such an ancient castle, and experience the eerie feeling of those organs and vicissitudes for myself. That feeling must be great!"

Arthur was in awe of the priest, and it turned out that the priest was also a member of the death army.

"I still have the equipment ready, Arthur? Arthur, I don't want to sleep now! Old people have dreams too! Arthur...?!"

Arthur escorted the priest out the door, along with the empty milk glass, then closed the cellar door, turned and sighed.

Sometimes he can't do anything with the priest, forgetting to hand in such things...

Arthur could feel himself falling asleep again. He was lying on a stack of magazines, covered with a soft blanket, and there was a noise in his ears. Arthur opened his eyes, and what was in his eyes was a tragic picture .

Rivers of blood flowed in the wilderness, and warriors besieged the black-cloaked wizard.The wizard didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, so he could only dodge in embarrassment. His eyes were full of anger and confusion.

"As I said before, those fairies have no good intentions. Their last so-called blessing must be..."

"Bewitching words! Wizards are evil, but fairies are righteous, and this kid knows it!" The warriors answered with such awe-inspiring righteousness. The stand of justice endowed them with infinite power. They drove the wizards into the swamp, set fire to Inflammable gas was released, and in the raging flames, someone blew a breath behind Arthur's ear, and the temperature was freezing cold.

Arthur suddenly wanted to turn around, but he couldn't move his body. He remained calm, and soon those who wanted to see him frightened felt bored and spoke.

"That's my favorite image - good will triumph over evil, don't you think?"

Arthur remained silent, his light purple eyes reflected the fiery fire, he couldn't see the figure of the wizard, maybe he was dead, maybe he was still struggling, no matter what, he must be full of grievances and even resentment.

What is wronged?What do you hate?When you have a beautiful thing in your heart that only you know, no one will understand you, and it is even more terrifying to have a criminal record. No one thinks you are good, and every move you make seems to be brewing a conspiracy.

The human heart is terrifying, this is the truth that Arthur only realized when he had reached the point of no return, but it was too late at that time, he will face the trial of the Dragon Council, this is the last sentence he received from his biological father A "gift".

It's really educational, it wiped out all his fantasies about the beauty of the world, and the dragon clan will never be close to him in his heart. They have become a group of hideous executioners, and one or two will put him to death!

If I could do it all over again... If I could do it all over again...! ! !

He thought this way when he was fleeing, he thought this way when he created the main god, he thought this way when he threw himself into reincarnation... so much hatred and obsession are hidden in the shadow of his body, and it hurts when he breathes, this This pain is caused by blind kindness that refuses to remain silent.

"Yes, justice triumphs over evil..." Arthur repeated the name of the scene from the other party. The flames could no longer be reflected in the light purple eyes, and the vertical pupils were winding, full of the natural arrogance of dragons.

In the end, it was just a fool's stupid show of kindness, and now he would never do it again no matter what.

Arthur didn't know what the wizard had to do with him, and what the person or ghost standing behind him had to do with him. The two dreams had made him vaguely understand something. Are fairies really pure and good?It's really a question worth considering. It's ridiculous that these people still blindly believe in legends.

Of course, he can't tolerate revenge now, he has to find a way to deal with the situation in front of him...Where are you going to put your hands? !

"It seems that you already know the reason why I came to you, and you are smarter than I thought~" The slightly raised ending sound combined with the unique coldness of the dead soul, falling on Arthur's shoulders and neck, and the extra cold touch around his waist The human body shivered uncontrollably.Arthur tried to move his body again, but it still failed, but his fingers seemed to be able to move slightly?

"No~" The undead's cold hand covered Arthur, interlocking his fingers, "I can't escape."

Arthur couldn't move immediately, no matter how hard he moved his body, he could only feel the stiffness.Things got so bad that Arthur began to desperately wish he could wake up.

The undead finally moved in front of Arthur, with his arms still around his waist. The two of them were very close, and Arthur could clearly see the familiar golden pupils.

"You can't run away...I'm going to kill you."