Chapter 1218 Scared to Death

"Where have you been since we last met?"

Oswald was in a good mood.

A knight reported to him just now that some charred bodies were found in the woods.

Needless to say, this must be a gift from the 'Duke'.

It is those 'enemies' who want to seize the wooden box in their hands.

Xifa said casually, "I've been to many places, and among them, I stayed the longest in the Southern Continent."

Oswald nodded: "I think so, if you are in the Northern Continent, it is impossible not to hear from you."

Xifa was a little surprised: "Are you looking for me?"

Oswald said seriously: "We are friends."

The old man continued: "By the way, you are in the Southern Continent. Do you know the country 'Crimson Empire'?"

Xifa smiled: "This is an emerging country that has just been established."

Oswald sighed: "I didn't expect that there would be an empire in the southern continent. This is the second empire after the ancient Balam."

"The Kingdom has reached an agreement with them. Soon, the Kingdom will withdraw from the colony."

"The colonial era of the Southern Continent is about to pass."

Sifa smiled and said nothing.

Between the glances.

The wooden box that fell to Oswald.

He frowned slightly: "Friend, you seem to have taken something you shouldn't have taken."

Oswald froze for a moment, looking at the wooden box under his hand.

He raised his head again: "What do you feel?"

"Very bad breath."

Xifa pinched the end of his nose: "It exudes a rotten stench, as if it was just dug out from a rotting corpse."

"It's very old stuff, and, it's marked."

Oswald did not doubt his judgment at all. The last "weather goblin" incident has confirmed that the "Duke" is very professional in this regard.

"Am I cursed?" The old man asked quickly.

Xifa snorted, "You'll be fine."

He continued: "We'd better not go into the city, wipe a place, let me take a good look at this thing."

"good."

Oswald immediately diverted the coachman and knight.

After a while.

The carriage stopped beside a small river.

Xifa took the wooden box and brought Oswald to the river.

Oswald had no one follow him.

After coming to the river.

Sifa opened the box, and inside was a white fingerbone.

There are very fine lines engraved on it, with symbols, logos, and patterns.

He glanced at Oswald, then put the box on the ground and took a few steps back.

In the ancient Hermes language, he shouted in a deep voice: "Come out!"

Oswald froze for a moment.

He originally thought that Xifa would use some rituals, or some items, or pray to a certain great being.

Used to investigate the details of this item.

result.

He didn't expect that Xifa spoke in an imperative tone, and it sounded like there was a spirit attached to that item?

But this is impossible.

Oswald has asked the "Seer" to do a fortune-telling, and also asked the "Spiritualist" to appraise it.

But nothing was found wrong with the items.

At this time.

The light and shadow by the river seemed to dim.

The wind blowing through the forest has also become a lot colder.

Sudden.

A circle of crimson flames burned beside Oswald.

The flame didn't grow high, but it was warm enough to make Oswald sweat profusely and want to take off his clothes.

at this time.

The phalanx spewed out a jet of black smoke, and within the black smoke was a blood-like light.

And, in that smog, a figure appeared vaguely.

Looks vaguely like a man.

a ghost?

Oswald's eyes widened.

The old man then looked at Xifa worriedly.

Worried that Xifa will lose.

But what happened next surprised him.

Seeing that the evil spirit seemed to be greatly frightened, it let out a silent scream, trying to escape from the scene.

But it seems to be imprisoned by some kind of force, unable to escape.

So in the next second.

The evil spirit's eyes, mouth, and even its whole body emitted crimson flames.

In the crimson firelight, it evaporated rapidly, turning into wisps of black smoke.

When the wind blows, it dissipates.

Oswald's expression was dull. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that an evil spirit would be 'scared to death'!

Sifa was also silent.

He originally wanted to ask about the origin of this evil spirit, but it turned out that it was an evil spirit of unknown path.

It seems to see the real self.

As a result, he collapsed and digested himself because he faced the 'great existence' directly.

After a while.

Sifer coughed dryly, picked up the box and handed it to Oswald.

"never mind."

The old man took the box as if he was sleepwalking.

After a while, he exhaled.

He sincerely thanked Xifa.

If it wasn't for the arrival of the 'Duke', maybe tonight, he would be killed by this evil spirit.

Get back into the carriage.

Oswald said, "Have you heard of the Tamara family?"

Xifa nodded: "They have been active since the end of the Quaternary Epoch until now, but the number is very small."

Oswald marveled: "You even know this kind of thing."

"I can't see through you more and more."

"But you can be sure, you are no longer the 'hunter' when I first met in Enqi Town."

Sifa smiled, but didn't respond.

Oswald continued: "This thing happened in a relic where the Tamara family once lived."

"Our historians believe it may hold clues to the tomb of an ancient god."

Cifer glanced at him: "Don't try to find it, friend."

"Those places often have twists and dangers that you can't imagine."

Oswald nodded.

this day.

Oswald entertained Xifa in Backlund's Intis Restaurant, and the two didn't separate until evening.

When they parted, Sifa stopped.

Looking in one direction of Backlund.

smiled.

"Also."

"If you lose it, you lose it."

"That thing is not good for the elderly."

The direction Xifa was looking at was a secret collection room of the Antiquities Conservation Association.

In front of a display rack, a figure emerged silently.

It was a lady.

Wearing a dress divided into two pieces, one side is complicated and the other side is simple.

One side accommodates a variety of colors, and the other side is pure black.

She had a rather pretty face, with a high nose and full lips.

The eyes are a rare dark gray, and the age is probably between twenty and thirty.

She stretched out her hand and was about to touch the box containing the finger bones.

"Hey" sounded.

A serious light flashed in the dark gray eyes.

"This breath."

"It's almost like being touched by a god."

She frowned.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally seemed to have made up his mind.

Quickly picked up the box and made a 'spiritual wall'.

Then the body quickly faded away and disappeared out of thin air.

It wasn't until the next day that someone came to check the 'goods' and found that the box had disappeared.

What puzzled the person in charge was when he reported the news to Commissioner Oswald.

The reply is yes.

"Leave it alone!"