I ran hard in the snow, all the way south, not even daring to stop for a moment even with the unbearable pain in my back.
When Ricky told me that that idiot Shari insisted on following Gary to the south to collect an herb called graveyard moss, I thought something was wrong.
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"Is there something wrong with her brain?" At that time, I pressed down hard on the wooden cup filled with hot water in my hand. I had just escaped from the sea of fire. This change was enough to make me furious. "In this case Going out in the heavy snow? Is there a demon outside? I knew she was a loser who only looks for trouble!"
"She was trying to help Young Master Mograine!" Ricky roared angrily, "He suddenly suffocated!"
That sentence stunned me.
Darien?
The boy was still lying on the recliner, but it was obvious that his posture had changed and he had become curled up into a ball. He was weaker than ever and his breathing was barely audible.
"Hey, Dallion?" I took off my gloves and held his clasped fingers. They were as cold as a dead body. Then, I touched the side of his face. It was also extremely cold. The temperature almost made my heart stop beating. "What happened? Ricky?!"
"I don't know," Ricky replied. "Sally was taking care of him up there at the time. She said he suddenly foamed at the mouth, and the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, scaring her so much that she yelled."
"Don't worry, miss," perhaps because my face turned ugly, an old farmer woman persuaded me, "Gary said, he knows what herbs to use. He is the doctor on the farm and has cured me. My son! Moreover, Ms. Stephen is also following. They are all familiar with the places around the farm, so nothing will happen."
I glanced at her and said nothing.
A seemingly non-existent cold wind blew from the window lattice, blowing the hair on Dallion's neck flying up and down.
I hugged him gently, and at that moment, I suddenly found a small bleeding spot on the back of his neck, and the oozing blood only dyed a few of his hairs red.
I touched it lightly with my fingertips suspiciously, and then touched down along his spine. There, I touched a long needle nailed into the back of his neck.
Magic needle.
That was the only thing I thought about at that moment.
"What's wrong? Messiah?" Ricky walked over with difficulty holding the wooden stick.
"Is Sally the only one here all the time?" I felt my voice trembling when I asked that question.
"No," Ricky looked down at me, his thick eyebrows knitted together, "After hearing her cry, we, Gary and Ms. Stephen, we all came up. What?"
"...Gary?" I repeated softly, and suddenly something broke into the depths of my mind.
The day before yesterday, the thin man served us a whole plate of horse bread with a faint sour taste. His hands were pale and his fingers were covered with black scars.
Isn't that hand exactly the same as the one hanging in the basement?
Oh My God……
Could he be the devil hiding among us?
He deceived Sally and put a magic needle on the back of Dallion's neck!
What does he want to do? !
He... still wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with me?
That thought made my breathing quicken. "Holy Light... I'm going to find them!" I got up and ran downstairs.
"Let them find it with you!"
"Don't follow me!" When I kicked open the door, I glared at the farmers who were trying to follow me, "Everyone!"
"Uh...but..."
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was already stepping on the howling wind of shadow. Taking a deep breath of the cold air, I stepped forward. The next second, I had reached the corner of the house, and the next step, I had reached the eaves of another house.
Behind them, only the farmers were left exclaiming, "Oh my God! She's gone!"
"Master! She suddenly disappeared!"
"Where did she go?!"
