Chapter 299: Forest Lodge

Martin followed Edward into the wood hut and looked around alertly.
There is no furniture in the empty room, and there is no firing device such as a fireplace. It looks like an unfinished building.
The room was very dim.
Martin groped and walked to the opposite wall. He looked up inadvertently and saw a pale object hanging on the wall, emitting a faint phosphorous fire in the dim room.
Martin reached out and touched the white object, which was cold and smooth to the touch, giving him a bad hunch.
He rubbed his eyes and looked closer. It turned out to be a humanoid bone, nailed to the wall by a wooden wedge, and his empty eye socket stared straight at him. He couldn't help being scared and shouted.
Edward was taken aback by him, looked back, and at a glance he saw that the skeleton on the wall was shaking violently, and his scalp felt numb.
"Skulls...many skulls..." Martin was so scared that his tongue knotted, his fingers trembling and pointing to the walls on both sides.
Edward looked around and was shocked to find that there were bone shelves of different sizes hanging on the walls and ceiling, which were clearly human bones.
"This ghost place is very wrong!" Edward felt horrified. "No wonder I just thought the air in the room was very dirty. It turned out to be corrupt and bloody. I don't know how many people died here..."
Martin shuddered, turned his head and ran to the door, just wanting to escape from the haunted house covered with terror as soon as possible.
However, he was unable to open the door despite his exertion.
"How, why..." Martin's teeth trembled. "The door won't open..."
Edward hurried over and pushed Martin away, trying to knock open the door.
However, the door didn't know when it was locked, and he hit two times in a row without moving.
Edward had to give up hitting the door, and cold sweat flowed down the forehead, not knowing what to do for a while.
"There are windows over there!"
Martin screamed and ran to the window, grabbing the curtains and tearing indiscriminately.
I don't know what kind of fabric this curtain is made of. It is smooth and soft to the touch, yet full of toughness.
Martin hurriedly opened the curtains and tried to push the window. He was surprised to find that the window was not bolted and squeaked upwards, and the air flow poured into the cabin, bringing a trace of coolness.
"Great! The windows can be opened!"
Martin held up the wooden window with both hands, intending to go back and tell Edward this good news.
However, at the moment he turned his head, a large and powerful foot stomped down from above the eaves!
The window fell forcefully and slammed into the back of Martin's head, causing him to fall to the ground, his eyes darkened and unconscious.
Hearing the movement from the window, Edward hurriedly pulled out his saber and ran over. He saw a dark face hanging upside down from the window and grimaced at himself. It was the weird man who called himself "Jack".
"Damn kid!"
Edward gritted his teeth and thrust his sword at Jack's face.
"Hey~ It's too slow, too slow!"
Jack shook his head away, and the next moment his head popped out of the wall beside the window, still the look of a hippy smile.
Edward was taken aback and instinctively stabbed past.
Jack, however, withdrew his head and disappeared. The thin sword pierced the wall and fell half a foot.
Edward hurriedly pulled out his saber, when Jack's head emerged from the window again, and he laughed at him.
And when he stabbed with his sword, the funny and terrifying face retracted again and emerged through the wall.
After so many times, every sword that Edward stabs failed.
Little Jack seemed to be very keen on this thrilling game, and he shook his head back and forth and laughed endlessly.
After being teased again and again, Edward was very annoyed, but what made him even more disturbed was the magical ability of Jake to move through the wall.
At first he thought there was a dark hole in the wall, but after confirming it again and again, he realized that the wall was completely made of thick wood.
The reason why Jack is able to move freely inside and outside the wall is because he is naturally good at 5 rings of "through the wall". This wooden house allows him to come and go freely, but it is like a prison cage for Edward.
Squeezing the panic and anxiety in his heart, Edward brandished his sword and pretended to poke at Jack's head protruding from the window, and when he shrank his head to dodge, suddenly his wrist twisted, and the blade of the sword turned towards the wall panel by the window.
Almost at the same time, Jack's head popped out of the blank wall, as if he was actively facing the thin sword, Edward was stabbed in the face.
puff!
Edward tried his best to stab at Jack's eyebrows, but the blade was bounced away, and only a shallow scar was drawn on his face.
At this time, Edward remembered that the other party was a high-level goblin, and his sword was not forged by cold iron. Even if he guessed the laws of Jake's actions, he could not cause serious damage to it.
"Hehe~ My smart friends, congratulations, you finally won me once, it's time to end this game."
Little Jack wiped the blood on his face at random, his body came across the wall, grinned at Edward, and a black flame burst out of his mouth.
Edward was caught off guard by the fireworks, and the burning smoke made his eyes sore that he couldn't see. He screamed and fell on the floor, tumbling desperately, trying to put out the fire.
Jack lifted his hand and pressed against the wall, half of his arm slowly submerged into the wooden wall, fumbled a few times in it, then withdrew his arm, and a sharp dagger in his palm.
He sticks out his tongue, licks the blade obsessively, and turns to Edward.
At this point, Edward had just put out the fire, and his red and swollen tears kept flowing, but he still insisted on making a spellcasting gesture, trying to make the last stroke.
"No, this will not work."
Little Jack shook his index finger and suddenly threw a dagger.
A glint of Yinxia flashed through the dim night sky. Dagger pierced Edward's right arm and nailed it to the floor. The blood flowed along the blade, and the floor was red.
The severe pain from his arm made Edward almost fainted, and the casting process was interrupted.
Jack Jolly walked towards Edward, but soon stopped and slowly turned to look at the corner.
Martin's figure appeared in his field of vision — lying on the ground, holding his breath, and crawling to the window.
"Oh! Look at your poor face, it looks like a falling dog."
Young Jack shook his head with his hands on his hips and sneered.
Martin lifted his pale face, and when he looked at Jack, he shivered violently, then jumped with a scream, flew to the window, and desperately climbed out of the window.
Little Jack walked to the window unhurriedly.
At this time Martin's upper body had climbed out of the window, and his waist was still stuck in the window.
Little Jack grabbed Martin's ankle and dragged him by the leg, no matter how hard he pedaled.
Hearing hysterical wailing from outside the window, this psychologically distorted goblin couldn't keep his mouth closed.
The two sides stalemate for a long time. Jack realized that Martin seemed to be desperate and gave up his struggle. He relaxed his strength a little and gave him the hope of having a chance to escape. He struggled hard again, and then he worked hard. The hope that Martin had just rekindled was extinguished.
This "cat and mouse" game lasted for a long time. Little Jack gradually got bored, thinking about whether to spit fire, burning Martin's ass, squeezing out the last trace of survival in his body, thus bringing more for himself Fun, I suddenly heard the sound of rushing water.
A yellow turbid liquid flowed down Martin's two streams, emitting a pungent odor.
"Oh! Damn it!"
Jack retracted his hand in disgust and took two steps back, lest Martin's incontinent urine splash on himself.
Despite being frightened and tormented, Martin's desire to survive still seized the opportunity at this critical moment, struggling forward, and finally escaping from the window clamp, escaping from the cabin with a roll.
"Bah! That's disgusting!"
Little Jack spit at Martin's staggering back, carrying his dagger, and turned to Edward.
...
At noon, a hunting team of ten people and four dogs walked through the jungle in the north of "Wild Boar Island".
At the forefront of the team are Catwoman Ranger and the young mage Thomas Chap.
Xiao Miao is responsible for tracking the huge wild boar hoofs seen along the way, deep or shallow, while Chap looks down at the luminous map of the bronze magic mirror in his hand while he is on his way to confirm the location of his and his companions and walking Track.
"Thomas, we set off at dawn and have been walking in the forest for most of the day. How long will it take to catch up with the fat pig?"
Dick led the hound, raised his left hand to wipe the sweat, and asked a little impatiently.
"You should ask Sister Miao about this question. She can judge the time when the Prince of Razor left based on the characteristics of her footprints. I have no such skills. I can only check the map to avoid getting lost." Thomas answered with a wry smile.
"Where are we now?" Joan asked after him.
"Northwest of Boar Island, deep in the Razor Valley... Huh?"
Thomas's eyes touched the mirror, and his complexion could not help changing. After reconfirming, he turned back to look at Joan, and he stopped talking.
"What's wrong?" Joe Ann asked in surprise.
"I just found out that we are approaching the green area on the map."
"Green area...you mean the dangerous area that Mr. Achi specially marked on the map?"
"Yes, in fact, the route we have walked so far this morning is almost straight to the core of the green area." Thomas looked dignified.
"I just heard that you mentioned my name, did you speak of my bad things in private?" The White Ratman came and joked cheerfully.
"Mr. Chi, Thomas just discovered a strange thing..." Joan briefed Chi on the details of the "navigation mirror".
"It's a bit weird. The purpose of our trip is to track the prince of the razor. It was indeed down the trail of the hoof marks left by the prince of the razor, but the trace of the prince of the razor has not yet been seen. Where is the'Jack Brothers' hidden area?"
A whispering to the rat's whiskers, his eyes full of confusion.
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