Chapter 86 Return

"This rag doll..."

Herag picked it up and gently shook off the thick dust covering it. [🆆🆆🆆🆂🆃♦♦♦♦🅲♦🅼]

This is an ordinary rag doll, not a spiteful doll, and there is nothing strange about it.

Herag looked at the rag doll and recalled everything he had experienced. He always felt that the blacksmith's family and this town might have encountered something bad, otherwise they would not be unable to sleep even after death.

He sighed and put the rag doll back to its original place.

Herag didn't pay attention to it last night, but now in the daytime, from the furnishings and color matching in the house, it can be seen that this is the little girl's room.

Herag looked around the house, which was similar to last night, but many things were already broken.

For example, the cabinet, the whole door fell off when it was pulled, and it was completely rotten.

There were also some clothes stored in the cabinet, all of which were worn by the little girl.

After Herag left the room, he walked up the decayed stairs to the attic.

The attic was even more messy, with many weeds growing and several holes in the ceiling.

Herag looked at the windowsill, where there was no head.

The window glass was broken, and the door frame was half rotten and hanging outside, and it felt like it would fall down at any time.

Herag walked around the blacksmith's house and came out. Before leaving, he lifted up the door frame that had fallen to the ground and installed it back to its original position.

He actually wanted to find the bodies of the blacksmith's family, even if it was just bones, they could be collected and buried.

Judging from the situation last night, the blacksmith's family might have become evil spirits, and they would not be at peace even after death.

He wanted to see if he could find the bodies and bury the family.

After all, without the help of the blacksmith, he might have died. Without the information provided by the blacksmith, it would be difficult for him to deal with various situations later.

But unfortunately, he did not find the bodies.

After Herag left, he went to another place to take a look.

He came to the house next to the devil flower garden and found that the land in the garden was still there. There were indeed many kinds of flowers growing here, but there was no trace of devil flowers.

The house next to the garden has now become a pile of ruins. Even the basic structure of the house is gone. Only a pile of wood is left in disorder.

Herag continued to look around the town. He wanted to find traces of Robert. This man had disappeared.

He looked at every residential house and found nothing, nor any corpses or bones.

"The number of houses here is much less than last night."

After visiting these houses, Herag took a rough look and found that the number of houses was obviously much less.

He found it last night and found that the number of houses here was much more than when he first entered the valley town.

"Are they really two different spaces?" Herag felt more and more that his guess was correct.

In fact, it is also very simple to verify, that is, to come here again tonight.

But Herag will never come again anyway, at least it is impossible to step into this place again before he has enough strength.

Next time I come, I will come when I can easily control the spider group, otherwise I will just come to deliver food.

He continued to walk down the mountain, and when he passed the tavern, he suddenly found that the footsteps behind him had disappeared.

"When did they disappear..."

Herag found that he didn't feel anything, and the footsteps seemed to disappear very early.

He recalled that he didn't hear the footsteps when he entered the cave.

At that time, his attention was on the murals and stone slabs, and he didn't notice the disappearance of the footsteps at all.

When he came out of the cave, it was already dawn, and he didn't hear the footsteps behind him at that time.

Herag held his forehead and thought: "What on earth is that footsteps."

This is a point that confuses him. Although the footsteps have been following him for a long time, he has not encountered any danger. He doesn't understand what it is and what it does.

Although Herag didn't encounter any danger because of the footsteps, he always has a feeling in his heart that the footsteps are not over yet.

He glanced at the tavern. The tavern had collapsed on a large scale, and he only needed to stand outside to see the wine tables and bar counters.

After taking a last look at the tavern, Herag followed the mountain road to the foot of the mountain.

Looking back, the valley town was still dilapidated, and the road down the mountain was overgrown with weeds. It is estimated that after a period of time, this mountain road will be completely integrated with the surrounding mountains, and it will be difficult to tell that there was a road here.

The Skyline Canyon has also undergone some changes. Herag clearly remembers what it looked like when he came here.

When he came here, the road was still clean, and it was obvious that someone often took care of the road.

But now, the entire Skyline Canyon is almost a primitive jungle.

Bushes as tall as a person are all over the canyon, and the end of the road cannot be seen at a glance.

Herag drew out his long sword, and used it to clear the way while walking, chopping the bushes that blocked the way.

When he walked out of the Skyline Canyon, his body was already wet, all from the dew on the bushes, and some broad-leaved bushes had accumulated a lot of water, which would pour down if touched carelessly, and he could not avoid it.

"Huh?"

After Herag walked out, he saw a familiar person at a glance.

Robert was sleeping under the tree nearby, with his back against the tree and snoring soundly.

Above him, there was a squirrel standing on the branch, looking at Herrag with big eyes and small eyes.

Herage walked over, and the squirrel immediately started chirping in fear, and then disappeared in a flash.

Robert seemed to be awakened by the squirrel. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Herague at a glance.

"grown ups……"

Herage glanced at him and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Robert rubbed his head in confusion: "I don't know either. I just remember drinking a glass of butter beer with you and that uncle in the pub, and then I had no memory."

"Apart from these? What else do you remember?" Herage continued to ask.

Robert shook his head: "No, the last scene in my memory was in the tavern, and I don't remember anything after that. It was just a glass of butterbeer, did I get drunk? Or was there something added to the wine..."

Herage listened to his story and pondered: "Robert's last memory only existed in the tavern, so the Robert we met later and the dismembered Robert were probably not him."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Robert, thinking: "Or maybe the person in front of me is not me..."

Robert's back was cold when he stared at him. He swallowed and said, "Sir, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's hurry up. It's time to go back." Herage glanced at the tree in the distance. The two horses were still tied there and grazing leisurely.