Chapter 385 Wooden Box

This small wooden box was also one of the goods smuggled by Sam this time. It was just a shipment for the mustache.

Sam didn't pay much attention to this small wooden box. He knew that it was probably the stuff of the Abyss cultists.

He doesn't care, as long as he can make some money.

The small wooden box was placed on top of a pile of large and small wooden boxes. It was very inconspicuous. Anyone who looked at it would not realize how valuable it was.

In fact, this is also true. Even if it is opened, it is just a wood carving. It can be regarded as a handicraft at most.

And the traces are still very new, not even antiques, so they are worthless.

But Herage knew what it was, and the red bug inside was too conspicuous to him.

The abyssal aura attached to the small wooden box was not very strong, but it was still very noticeable to Herage.

Herage had noticed this small wooden box before and remembered the wooden box he saw in the tavern.

At first, out of caution, he did not touch the small wooden box.

It wasn't until the airship left Beilu City and was out of the Eye of the Storm's range that Herage walked out of the wooden box and took the small wooden box over.

He had already opened the wooden box, and Herage was studying the wood carving in his hand, mainly studying the little monster inside the wood carving.

It is difficult to tell what the functions of these little monsters are from their appearance. The little monsters in the abyssal plane are all kinds of weird and have all kinds of functions.

Moreover, the functions of many monsters must be combined with many other factors to be fully displayed, which cannot be seen by just looking at them.

Herage was not in a hurry to destroy this thing. He wanted to go to Silver Beach City to see who got the wooden box.

If you follow the clues and check, you may have obtained some contribution points.

Herage studied it for a while but didn't see anything, so he put the wooden box aside and continued to meditate on compressing his mental power.

The journey is boring anyway, so I can only seize the time to practice.

The airship flew high above the polluted area and through the clouds.

Below, the old man and two young men stood on the ground, listening to the faint roar from high in the sky, and knew that the airship had arrived.

"Here we come, activate the witch formation immediately. This witch formation can communicate with the medium and activate it." The old man ordered.

The three of them immediately began to inject magic power into the witch formation, and many complex runes suddenly appeared on the ground. These runes emitted light and revealed an unusual aura.

On the airship, Herage suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the small wooden box beside him.

He opened the small wooden box and took out the wood carving inside, and found that the red bugs inside the wood carving were rolling and stirring.

The size of the red bug seemed to be slowly increasing, and it would soon burst through the wood carving and come out.

Herage slapped the wooden sculpture and scolded: "What's better than movement and stillness! Be honest and don't disturb the labor practice.

The aura on his body was slightly revealed, and the red bug immediately became quiet, lying quietly inside the wooden sculpture without daring to move.

Below the airship, the old man looked puzzled: "Why is there no response yet? Is it because the input magic power is not enough?"

He immediately said: "Continue to input magic power!"

The other two young men nodded and worked harder to input magic power into the witch formation. The light of the witch formation instantly became more dazzling.

However, it only became more dazzling, and the next step never started.

Normally, after activating the witch formation and communicating with the red bug.

The power hidden in the red bug's body will be stimulated, and will reactivate the witch formation below again, thus condensing a channel shadow.

But now there is no reaction at all.

The old man originally thought that the magic power input was not enough, but after the three people input magic power so hard, there was still no response from the witch formation.

"What went wrong..." The old man was a little confused.

"Inform Lunsis and go see what's going on." The old man ordered the two young men.

A young man nodded, left the witch formation, took out a dagger and cut his hand. After a lot of blood spilled from his hand, he took out a green bug.

He put the green bug on the wound. The bug quickly became excited after smelling the blood, and crawled over to suck the blood greedily.

After a while, the green bug expanded dozens of times and turned red.

The young man immediately grabbed the bug and bit it into his mouth, which instantly made his mouth full of juice.

He then closed his eyes and whispered: "Rensis, the witch formation has not entered the second step, hurry up and see what's going on."

Above the airship, on the second floor below the deck.

A man with a beard and dirty body immediately sat up from the big bunk after hearing the voice in his ear.

At this time, most of the coolies on the airship had fallen asleep, and the room was filled with various odors such as sweat, foot odor, and inferior alcohol.

With a dull look on his face, Rensis got out of bed and walked towards the bottom of the deck.

He is a devout believer, although he seems to be just an ordinary person and poses no threat.

But only Rensis himself knew that he had the power given by the gods in his body, which allowed him to exert great power at critical moments.

He knew the small wooden box very well, and he had personally placed it at the bottom of the deck when loading.

No one has been to the bottom floor during this time, so the small wooden box must still be there, untouched.

Due to his low status, Rensis was usually not allowed to get close to the bottom of the deck.

Although no one was watching there, if he was discovered, Lunsis would be thrown off the airship.

Personality and dignity, that is something only noble wizards can enjoy.

Ordinary people like them who do hard labor are not qualified to talk about these.

If they are found trying to enter the bottom deck and have ideas about the cargo, the end result will be that they will be thrown off and executed on the spot.

This is the bottom line of working on the airship, and you must never have any bad thoughts.

Lunsis is naturally very clear about these, but now he has no choice.

The plan did not go smoothly, which is the most unacceptable thing for him.

In any case, even if he dies, he must ensure the smooth progress of the plan.

Lunsis came to the door at the bottom of the deck quietly. The door here is locked with a heavy iron lock, and you can't get in without a key.

But Lunsis doesn't need it. He stretched out his left hand, and his left hand instantly swelled up a circle, the blood vessels of the whole hand bulged high, and the five fingers turned into five claws in the blink of an eye.

He grabbed the iron lock with his left hand and squeezed it gently, and the big iron lock was crushed into a ball of scrap metal.

After using the power given by God, Lunsis not only had extremely sharp claws, but also greatly increased the strength of his whole body.

This was a magical power given by God, and Lunsis rarely used it.

With a clang, the iron lock fell to the ground, and Lunsis pushed open the door leading to the bottom deck.