Chapter 80 A Family

Herag remembered the arm on the dining table outside, and suddenly realized that the arm looked like Robert's.

Robert had obvious marks on his hands because he had been using daggers for many years.

"No wonder it looks so familiar..."

Herag felt familiar with the arm when he saw it just now, but he didn't connect it with Robert for a while.

He just saw Robert on the street outside through the window on the first floor, how come his hands and feet were separated in the blink of an eye.

Herag put down the group photo in his hand, did not touch the thigh, and turned to leave the room.

The arm on the dining table was still there, and Herag took a look when he passed by and left.

He continued to go to the other two rooms on the second floor, and found a hand and a leg in these two rooms respectively.

There were also some photos in these two rooms, some group photos and some individual photos, without exception, there were no faces.

Herag walked around the second floor, and did not find anything else, so he went up the stairs to the third floor.

He recalled that when he was outside, he remembered that the third floor should be a structure similar to an attic.

After Herag came to the third floor, he found that this was indeed a low attic. He had to lower his head a little when walking, otherwise he would easily hit his head.

When he lowered his head, he saw something and stopped immediately.

There was a long bloodstain on the ground, which extended all the way to the innermost window of the attic.

Herag looked along the bloodstain and found a human head placed under the attic window.

"Robert..."

He carefully identified it and found that there were several horrible wounds on the face of the head, which made it almost impossible to see the original appearance.

Herag observed for a while: "It looks like the wound was cut by an axe, and the wound is very deep."

The skin and flesh at the wound had rolled out, revealing the white bones underneath.

"Did you die so miserably?"

Herag touched his nose a little embarrassedly. After all, he asked Robert to lead the way. Now that Robert died so miserably, he still felt a little guilty.

Robert died in such a place, and he couldn't even take the body out.

"Let's think about how to get out." Herag shook his head. He couldn't protect himself now and hadn't found a way out yet.

If Robert who died here was true, then he was probably not far from danger.

Robert was at least a great knight-level warrior, and he was killed without any sound.

Herag glanced at the attic, which was full of sundries and nothing else.

He wanted to find the axe, which was the murder weapon that killed Robert, but he hadn't seen it yet.

After searching the attic for a while and finding nothing, Herag began to go downstairs.

He went through the whole house and found nothing else.

"If Robert is dead, then there is a part of the body missing. Where did it go?" Herag was a little confused.

He went downstairs while thinking and returned to the first floor again.

Herag walked to the window and wanted to look outside to see if Robert was still there. As soon as he walked over, he found a face on the window.

Robert put his face against the window and looked inside, as if he was looking for Herag.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a sudden loud banging sound upstairs, and it sounded like someone was banging the door with a heavy object.

A chill immediately rose in Herag's heart. He clearly felt something upstairs, and a huge sense of threat came.

"No, we have to leave here as soon as possible!"

His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the feeling of approaching death was getting stronger and stronger.

The banging sound upstairs stopped abruptly, and the house became quiet again, but Herag felt that the surroundings suddenly became cold.

He looked back and saw a little girl on the stairs leading to the second floor. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and holding a rag doll in her hands, standing quietly on the stairs.

The little girl's face was the same as in the photo, without facial features, but Herag could feel that she was looking at him.

"She smiled?"

Herag suddenly had a feeling that the little girl was smiling at him.

Suddenly, a mouth appeared on the little girl's face without facial features, revealing white teeth, but there were some red silk-like objects between her teeth.

Herag did not feel a trace of warmth when he saw this smile, but felt a chill on his back.

The fire element energy particles in his hand quickly gathered, and a small fireball spell was about to take shape.

The little girl didn't seem to be afraid at all. She walked down the stairs slowly with a terrifying smile and headed straight for Herag.

At this time, Herag noticed that the rag doll in the little girl's hand was also a grudge doll.

"Could the grudge doll in my space ring come from here? The wizard got this thing, but died outside the valley town..." Herag noticed the grudge doll in the little girl's hand. Although the style was different from the one in the space ring, they were all top-level curse spell casting materials.

However, he didn't have the mind to consider taking the grudge doll now. His mind was running wildly, thinking about how to escape.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement at the door.

There was a sound of a key opening the door at the door, and the little girl stopped when she heard the sound.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and then began to twist. With a light click, the door opened.

A bearded man walked in with an axe hanging on his head.

The axe was hanging on his forehead and deeply chopped into the bearded man's head.

But he seemed not to notice, and when he saw Herag, he showed a surprised expression on his face: "It's you, thank you for treating me to a glass of butter beer."

"Uncle blacksmith?" Herag was stunned. He didn't expect that he was the blacksmith he met in the tavern.

But the current blacksmith was obviously different from the one he met in the tavern. In addition to the axe on his head, his two eyeballs had turned gray.

The skin on his face was also a little abnormal, showing a greenish blue color, and he didn't look like a human.

The blacksmith smiled honestly, but it seemed that his face was a little stiff, which made the smile very stiff and looked weird.

He turned his head and glanced at the little girl, pretending to be angry: "Go back! Don't be rude to guests!"

The little girl held the doll in both hands, her body trembling slightly, and she seemed very scared.

She turned around and ran upstairs in small steps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The chill that enveloped Herag also disappeared, and Herag felt much more relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go away, leave here, you shouldn't be here." The blacksmith said after seeing the little girl go upstairs.

Herag nodded: "Thank you!"

The blacksmith obviously helped him. If it weren't for him, he didn't know what this scary little girl would do to him. He didn't have the confidence to deal with such a thing.

The blacksmith sighed: "Alas, there are not many people in the town who can stay sober. Haha, they can't be called people."

He smiled bitterly and raised his head and said: "Go away quickly, I can't guarantee when I will lose my mind. It will be very dangerous at that time. Go!"