Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui glanced at the two women speechlessly.

How could he possibly have sympathy for the nobility?

The minor nobles who opposed the new policies were all thrown into the devil's heap by his own hands.

Propelling the raft, Lin Gui left this place of trouble and returned to his original route.

He pulled out the map of the frontier from the wooden box, spread it out, and said.

"The habitat of the Brain-Digging Demon is the desert."

"The dampness of the forest soil contains elements that cause extreme discomfort to their skin."

"It's not fatal, but it's extremely uncomfortable."

"Therefore, without a specific reason, they would never leave the desert and run into the forest."

Shea understood the implied meaning.

"You mean... it shouldn't be here? By the way, Lin Gui, how do you know so much about this demon?"

Lin Gui answered calmly.

"Because in other places before, it almost drained my brain."

He traced his finger across the map, focusing on the Whispering Forest, trying to find any possible desert areas.

A gust of wind blew by, and the map rustled.

A few extraordinary demons had just passed by, and he was driving the [Night Veil], so he dared not make any big moves.

He was about to ask Shia to help him press the map.

This thing cost him 1420 gold coins, it was really expensive.

Before he could even speak, a fair hand reached out.

He grabbed the map and pressed it firmly against the wooden board in front of him.

It's Elvia.

Her gaze was serious, and her fingers moved quickly across the map.

Carefully search the area around Whispering Forest for any possible traces of desert.

"Hopefully this guy just got lost and went to the wrong place..." she murmured.

However, the climate in the border areas is mild, and there are very few arid areas.

She searched all over but couldn't find a decent desert.

There isn't even a small patch of dry, barren land.

Demons approaching the legendary rank would never inhabit such a tiny wasteland.

Elvia's face gradually turned pale.

Finally, her finger stopped on an area marked "Red Desert".

This desert is far beyond the borderlands!

The straight-line distance to Whispering Forest is over 980 kilometers!

This is definitely not a "no entry" policy! It's a deliberate relocation!

Lin Gui's eyes instantly darkened.

The Red Desert is the only route from New Testament City to the Magic City.

That's where he encountered this demon and almost died.

Shortly after Lin Gui's raft disappeared into the forest.

On the grass below, the "bait" in the center of the trap remained immersed in immense fear and despair.

Several men and women, dressed in fine clothes but already covered in mud and torn, huddled together, shivering.

A chubby old man was nervously biting his nails and muttering to himself.

"...Commander Bob...Commander Bob and the others will definitely come back to save us...They're just going to scout ahead...Yes, scout ahead..."

A wealthy woman next to him, whose makeup was smudged and revealed fine lines, suddenly shoved him and shrieked.

"Scout ahead? Scout what path!"

"They just abandoned us and ran away! They took the last of their food supplies and all their guards with them!"

"Leave us in this den of demons to die!"

"That bastard Bob! He stole so many of our gold coins! What were those vows he made to protect us?!"

Her words stirred up even more painful memories.

A thin young man held his head in his hands, his voice trembling with sobs.

"On this journey... since escaping from Kalan... how many people have died... the carriage broke down, monsters were chasing us... the Earl Lister family was torn apart by demons... Sir John suddenly disappeared while on night watch, leaving only a pool of blood..."

"And those monsters that suddenly appeared!"

Another noblewoman hugged her arms in terror.

"We were clearly using the safe route map we bought from the 'Blood Wolf' adventurer group at a high price!"

"How can there be so many demons! Those damned adventurers lied to us!"

"Shut up! Don't fucking mention those lowly adventurers!"

"Look at you all!" the fat man growled irritably, pointing at a group of women huddled together.

Their faces were already streaked with tears, and their jewelry was scattered all over the ground, unattended.

"If it weren't for your dawdling and insisting on bringing all this useless stuff, we would have already..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because everyone felt the ground beneath their feet... shift slightly.

Fear quickly festered, turning into mutual accusations and resentment.

"It's all your fault! You insisted on wearing so much bulky jewelry! It slowed us down!"

"Bullshit! It was your stupid son's yelling that attracted the demon!"

"It was your family that insisted on taking this route!"

"It was you who suggested taking those injured servants with you first! Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to leave!"

The argument quickly escalated, and it's unclear who pushed whom first.

Soon, these aristocratic gentlemen and ladies, who were usually pampered and "elegant," were...

They actually started fighting like shrewish women in the marketplace, tearing at each other's hair and clothes.

They cursed each other with the most vicious language.

Gold coins and jewels were trampled into the mud, and no one cared.

Just as they were making a fool of themselves and were completely consumed by fear and anger.

puff!

A few soft sounds, like wet mud breaking apart, rang out.

Several slimy, dark purple tentacles covered with strange suction cups and markings.

They burst forth from the ground beneath their feet without warning!

The fighting and cursing stopped abruptly.

Everyone froze, their blood instantly chilled by extreme fear.

They slowly and stiffly lowered their heads.

He looked at the cold tentacles that were wrapping around his ankles and calves.

"Uh...ah..." The fat man tried to scream, but only managed to make a hoarse sound.

"No...please...please..."

The noblewoman's anger turned into utter pleading and tears streaming down her face.

"Anyone will do... please save us... we can give you money... lots and lots of money..."

But any pleas for mercy or promises came too late.

The tentacles tightened suddenly, dragging them to the ground.

At the same time, the tips of the tentacles became sharp and hard.

Aiming at the back of their heads, he stabbed them mercilessly!

A slight "pop" sound, like a stopper being pulled out.

After a brief, violent convulsion, all the struggling and pleading ceased.

Their eyes were wide open, their pupils dilated.

His face was still frozen with the extreme fear and disbelief of dying.

However, his body withered away at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, the tentacles retracted underground.

Several empty shells, seemingly drained of their contents, lay limply on top of glittering gold coins and jewels.

This creates a bizarre and terrifying scene.

The land not far away bulged slightly.

An indescribable creature slowly emerged part of its body from underground.

It has no obvious eyes, only a huge mouth covered with countless sharp fangs that rotate inwards.

Thick liquid was still dripping from the edge of the mouthparts.

Its sensory organs... or rather, its head.

They slowly turned towards the direction where the forest ghost's raft had disappeared, pausing for a moment.

Then, it silently disappeared back underground, as if it had never existed.

All that remained were scattered riches on the grassland and a few once-glorious bodies that were quickly swallowed up by the desolate forest.