Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 80 A Family

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

Robert has visible marks on his hands from years of using a dagger.

"No wonder he looked so familiar..."

Herag felt the arm looked familiar when he first saw it, but couldn't immediately connect it to Robert.

He had just seen Robert on the street outside through the window on the first floor, how could he have been separated from his limbs 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 table was still there; Herag glanced at it as he passed by and then left.

He continued to two other rooms on the second floor, where he found a hand and a leg in each room.

There are also some photos in these two rooms, some group photos and some individual photos, and without exception, none of them show faces.

Herag explored the entire second floor but found nothing 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 have been a structure similar to an attic.

When Herag arrived on the third floor, he found that it was indeed a low attic, and he had to walk with his head down a little to avoid bumping his head.

As he looked down, he saw something and stopped.

There was a long trail of blood on the ground, which extended all the way to the window at the innermost part of the attic.

Herag followed the trail of blood and found a human head placed under the attic window.

"Robert..."

He examined it closely and saw that the head had several horrific wounds on its face, making it almost impossible to see its original appearance.

Herag observed for a while: "The wound looks like it was made by an axe, and it's quite deep."

The skin and flesh at the wound site had been rolled back, revealing the white bone underneath.

"Did you die such a gruesome death?"

Herag touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly. After all, he was the one who asked Robert to lead the way, and now that Robert had died so tragically, he still felt a little guilty.

Robert died in a place like this, and he couldn't even take his body out.

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

If Robert, who died here, is indeed the one, then I estimate that I am not far from danger myself.

Robert was a powerful Grand Knight, yet he was killed without making a sound.

Herag glanced around the attic; it was filled with miscellaneous items, nothing else.

He's looking for the axe, the weapon that killed Robert, but he hasn't found it yet.

After searching the attic for a while without finding anything, Herag began to go downstairs.

He searched the entire house but found nothing else.

"If Robert is already dead, then the body is missing a part. Where did it go?" Herag asked, puzzled.

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

Herag walked to the window, wanting to see if Robert was still there, but as soon as he got there, he found a face pasted on the window.

Robert pressed his face against the window and strained to look inside, seemingly searching for Helag.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door from upstairs; it sounded like someone was banging on the door with a heavy object.

A chill ran through Hrag immediately. He could clearly sense something upstairs emanating a tremendous sense of threat.

"No, we have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

His heart was beating faster and faster, and the feeling of impending death was growing stronger.

The banging on the door upstairs stopped abruptly, and the house became quiet again, but Hrag felt a sudden chill in the air.

He turned around and saw a little girl on the stairs leading to the second floor, wearing a red plaid skirt and holding a rag doll, standing quietly on the stairs.

The little girl's face was the same as in the photo, without any 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, which had no facial features, revealing white teeth, but there were some red, thread-like things between the teeth.

Herag felt no warmth from that smile; instead, a chill ran down his spine.

Fire elemental energy particles rapidly gathered in his hand, and a small fireball spell was about to take shape.

The little girl seemed unafraid, and with a terrifying smile, she slowly walked down the stairs, heading straight for Herag.

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

"Could the Vengeful Doll in my spatial ring have come from here? That wizard got his hands on it, but died outside the valley town..." Herag noticed the Vengeful Doll in the little girl's hand. Although its style was different from the one in his spatial ring, both were top-tier materials for casting curse spells.

However, he had no time to think about taking the Vengeful Doll; his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to escape.

Just then, there was a noise at the door.

The sound of a key turning in the lock came from the doorway, and the little girl stopped in her tracks.

The key was inserted into the lock, then turned, and with a soft click, the door opened.

A man with a large beard walked in, with an axe hanging from his head.

The axe was hanging right on his forehead, hacking deep into the bearded man's head.

But as if he hadn't noticed, a look of surprise appeared on his face when he saw Herag: "It's you. Thank you for buying me a butterbeer."

"Uncle Blacksmith?" Herag was taken aback, not expecting to meet the blacksmith in the tavern.

The blacksmith uncle was clearly different from the one he met in the tavern. In addition to having an axe on his head, his eyes had turned grayish-white.

His facial skin was also somewhat abnormal, appearing bluish-green, making him look rather inhuman.

The blacksmith uncle smiled kindly, but his face seemed a little stiff, making the smile look awkward and rather eerie.

He turned to look at the little girl, feigning displeasure: "Go back! Don't be rude to guests!"

The little girl was holding a rag doll in both hands, her body trembling slightly, as if she was very scared.

She turned around and ran upstairs in small steps, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The chill that had enveloped Herag disappeared, and Herag felt much lighter and relieved.

"You should leave now, you shouldn't have come here," the blacksmith said, turning back after seeing the little girl go upstairs.

Hrag nodded. "Thank you!"

The blacksmith uncle had clearly helped him. Without him, who knows what this terrifying little girl would have done to him? He had no confidence in dealing with such a thing.

The blacksmith sighed, "Alas, there aren't many people left in town who can stay lucid. Heh, you can't even call them people."

He gave a wry smile, looked up, and said, "You'd better leave quickly. I can't guarantee I won't lose my temper, and it could be very dangerous. Go now!"

(End of this chapter)