Chapter 299 The Cabin in the Woods

Martin followed Edward into the cabin in the woods, looking around warily.

There is no furniture in the empty room, and there is no fire device such as a fireplace. It looks like an unfinished building.

The room was very dark.

Martin groped his way to the opposite wall, raised his head inadvertently, and saw a pale object hanging on the wall, emitting a faint phosphorescent fire in the dim room, which looked very strange.

Martin stretched out his hand to touch the white object, and it was cold and smooth to the touch, which gave him a bad premonition.

Rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look, and found that it was a human-shaped skeleton, nailed to the wall by wooden wedges, staring straight at him with empty eye sockets, and couldn't help being scared out of his wits, screaming out loud.

Edward was taken aback by him. Looking back, he saw the skeleton on the wall shaking violently, and felt his scalp go numb.

"Skeletons... so many skeletons..." Martin was so frightened that his tongue was tied up, and his fingers tremblingly pointed to the walls on both sides.

Edward looked around, and was shocked to find that there were skeletons of different sizes hanging on the walls and ceiling, which were clearly human skeletons.

"There's something wrong with this ghostly place!" Edward felt horrified. "No wonder I felt that the air in the room was particularly dirty just now. It turned out to be the smell of corruption and blood. I don't know how many people died here..."

Martin shivered, turned his head and ran towards the door, just wanting to escape from this haunted house shrouded in horror as soon as possible.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the door.

"Why, how did this happen..." Martin's teeth chattered, "The door can't be opened..."

Edward walked over quickly, pushed Martin away, and tried to open the door.

However, the door was locked at some point, and he slammed it twice in a row and still remained motionless.

Edward had to give up knocking on the door, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"There's a window over there!"

Martin yelled and ran to the window, grabbed the curtains and tore at random.

I don't know what kind of fabric this curtain is made of, it feels smooth and soft to the touch, but it is also full of toughness.

Martin frantically opened the curtains, tried to push the window, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the window was not bolted, and it tilted up with a creak, and the airflow flowed into the cabin, bringing a bit of coolness.

"Great! The windows can be opened!"

Martin held up the wooden window with both hands, intending to go back and tell Edward the good news.

However, the moment he turned his head, a broad and powerful foot slammed down from above the eaves!

The window panel fell under force, and hit the back of Martin's head with a bang, causing him to fall to the ground, his eyes blackened and unconscious.

Edward heard the movement from the window, pulled out his sword and ran over in a hurry. He saw a dark face hanging upside down from the window and made a face at himself. It was the strange man who called himself "Jack".

"Damn brat!"

Edward gritted his teeth, swung his sword and stabbed Little Jack in the face.

"Hey~ It's too slow, too slow!"

Little Jack shrank his head away, and the next moment his head popped out from the wall next to the window, still with that playful smile on his face.

Edward was taken aback, and instinctively swung his sword and stabbed there.

Little Jack shrank his head and disappeared again, the rapier pierced the wall half a foot.

Edward hastily pulled out his saber, and at this moment Little Jack's head popped out of the window again, sticking out his tongue and laughing at him.

And when he swung his sword to stab, the funny and terrifying face retreated first again, and then appeared through the wall.

After repeating this many times, every sword Edward stabbed fell through.

Little Jack seems to be very keen on this thrilling game, he pokes his head back and forth, laughing endlessly.

Edward was annoyed at being teased repeatedly, but what disturbed him even more was Little Jack's magical ability to walk through walls.

At first he thought there was a dark hole in the wall, but after double-checking, he realized that the wall was made entirely of heavy wood.

The reason why little Jack can freely shuttle inside and outside the wall is because he is naturally good at the 5-ring "wall penetration" technique. This wooden house allows him to come and go freely, but to Edward, it is like a cage.

Suppressing the panic and anxiety in his heart, Edward swung his sword and pretended to stab Little Jack's head poking through the window, but when he ducked his head and dodged, he suddenly twisted his wrist, and the blade turned and pierced the wall panel by the window.

Almost at the same time, Little Jack's head really popped out from the blank wall, as if he was actively facing the rapier, and was stabbed by Edward.

puff!

Edward threw his sword with all his strength and pierced little Jack between the eyebrows, but the blade was bounced off, leaving only a shallow scar on his face.

Only then did Edward realize that the other party was a high elf, and his saber was not forged from cold iron. Even if he guessed the rules of Little Jack's actions, he could not cause serious damage to him.

"Hee hee~ my smart friend, congratulations you finally beat me once, it's time to end this game."

Little Jack casually wiped the blood from his face. He passed through the wall and grinned at Edward. A black smoke-filled flame suddenly spewed out from his mouth.

Edward was caught off guard by the flames sprayed on his face. The hot smoke caused severe pain in his eyes and he couldn't see. He screamed and fell to the floor, rolling desperately, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

Little Jack raised his hand to press the wall, half of his arm slowly sank into the wooden wall, groped inside a few times, then withdrew his arm, and a sharp dagger appeared in his palm.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the blade obsessively, and turned to Edward.

At this time, Edward had just extinguished the fire on his body, tears were streaming from his red and swollen eyes, but he still insisted on making the spell-casting gesture, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

"No, it's not okay."

Little Jack shook his index finger, and suddenly threw out the dagger.

A silver glow flashed in the dark night sky. The dagger pierced Edward's right arm and nailed it to the floor. Blood flowed down the blade, staining the floor red.

The severe pain from his arm made Edward almost faint, and the process of casting the spell was interrupted.

Little Jack laughed and walked towards Edward, but soon stopped and turned slowly to look at the corner.

Martin's figure appeared in his field of vision - lying on the ground, holding his breath, and creeping towards the window.

"Hey! Look at your pitiful appearance, you look like a dog in the water."

Little Jack put his hands on his hips, shook his head and sneered.

Martin raised his pale face, and the moment he looked at Little Jack, he shivered violently, then jumped up screaming, flew to the window, and crawled out of the window desperately.

Little Jack walked unhurriedly to the window.

At this time, Martin's upper body had climbed out of the window, and he was still stuck in the window below the waist.

Little Jack grabbed Martin's ankle and held his leg tightly, no matter how hard he pedaled, he would not let go.

Hearing the hysterical wailing coming from outside the window, the psychologically twisted goblin was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

The two sides remained in a stalemate for a long time. Little Jack felt that Martin seemed to be desperate, so he gave up struggling, so he relaxed his strength slightly, giving him hope that he still had a chance to escape, and struggled desperately again. Martin's newly renewed hopes were snuffed out.

This "cat-and-mouse" game lasted for a long time, and little Jack gradually got tired of it, and was thinking about whether to spit out fire, roast Martin's ass, and squeeze out the last trace of survival desire in him, so as to bring more for himself. Interestingly, I suddenly heard the sound of rushing water.

A stream of yellow turbid liquid flowed down Martin's two legs, exuding a pungent foul smell.

"Oh! Hell!"

Little Jack withdrew his hand in disgust, and took two steps back, lest Martin's incontinent urine splash on himself.

Even though he was tortured to death by the fright, Martin's desire to survive still seized the opportunity at this critical moment, leaped forward with all his strength, and finally escaped from the window, scrambling and scrambling to escape from the wooden house.

"Bah! It's disgusting!"

Little Jack spat at Martin's staggering back, held the dagger, and turned to Edward.

...

At noon, a hunting team consisting of ten people and four dogs walked through the dense forest in the north of "Wild Boar Island".

At the forefront of the procession is Catwoman Ranger and young mage Thomas Chapp.

Xiao Miao is responsible for tracking the huge or deep or shallow wild boar hoof prints seen along the way, and Chap looks down at the luminous map presented by the bronze magic mirror in his hand when he is on the road, confirming the location of himself and his companions and walking track.

"Thomas, we set off at dawn and have been walking in the woods for a long time. How long will it take to catch up with that damn fat pig?"

Dick led the hound, raised his left hand to wipe the sweat, and asked impatiently.

"You should ask Sister Meow this question. She can tell when Prince Razor left based on the characteristics of the footprints. I don't have such skills. I can only check the map to avoid getting lost." Thomas replied with a wry smile.

"Where are we now?" Joan followed up and asked.

"Northwest of Wild Boar Island, deep in Razor Valley...huh?"

Thomas's eyes touched the mirror, and his face changed involuntarily. After confirming again, he turned to look at Joan, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong?" Joan asked in surprise.

"One thing I just noticed, we're approaching the green zone on the map."

"Green area... you mean the dangerous area that Mr. A Zhi marked on the map?"

"That's right, in fact, the route we've taken so far this morning is almost straight to the core of the green area." Thomas' face was serious.

"I heard you mention my name just now, are you talking bad about me in private?" the white mouse man came over cheerfully and joked.

"Mr. Ah Zhi, Thomas discovered a strange thing just now..." Joan simply told Ah Zhi the details reflected by the "Navigation Mirror".

"It's a bit strange. The purpose of our trip is to track down Prince Razor. We did walk down the hoofprints left by Prince Razor along the way, but Prince Razor hasn't been seen yet. Why did we walk in in a daze? Where's the area where 'Brother Jack' hides?"

Ah Zhi twirled his whiskers and muttered to himself, his eyes full of confusion.