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Chapter 173: Hunting of the Black Fairy.
"You, have you heard of the Black Banshee?"
The flames in the brazier in the tavern swayed constantly under the blowing of the evening breeze. The orange fire shining on the wrinkled face of the old tramp, matched with his cloudy and dull eyeballs, a strange and terrifying breath came to his face. .
The homeless people around listened attentively, and some of them couldn't help but swallow.
Surrounded by everyone, the old tramp slowly said:
"It is said that on the even days of every week, in this trash mountain, after 27 o’clock midnight, there will be a beautiful dark-skinned banshee wandering on the inconspicuous trail. It will seduce every man who passes there. , Dug out the man's heart after a happy night, and finally ate the whole body, nothing left..."
The old man is telling the legends that have spread in the last five years, and this kind of weird legend is undoubtedly very appetizing for the homeless, and they are rushing to express their opinions.
"I heard that just a few days ago, Will, who wanted to be a soldier every day, disappeared at night. Maybe he was just..."
"Don't talk, Will was hacked to death by the teething boss with an axe. Everyone in the movie knows this very well, and it has nothing to do with the black banshee!"
"You said the black banshee is so beautiful, is it comparable to those noble ladies in the city"?
"What's the difference in some, it's not a slapstick..."
Seeing that the homeless people are discussing the black banshee who doesn’t know the truth or not, Jack, who loves bragging, is the first to bear it. You know, when he used to bragging, when was he not surrounded by a group of people and asked, what? He has suffered such disregard from time to time, so he plans to do something to redeem his "reputation".
"Hey, you all come here, I want to announce a big event"!
Jack endured the cold and stood up and said loudly, but the other tramp talked with gusto, and no one paid him any attention.
Seeing this result, Jack blushed with anger, and he quickly continued:
"I tell you, I—the great Jack is going to find this black banshee today, and then catch her back for everyone to have a good time. I'm serious, this time it's not bragging"!
When this was said, even Jack himself was taken aback. He felt a little regretful at the time, but at this time other homeless people had already watched it. Those who watched the excitement ignored Jack’s embarrassment, and they immediately babbled. The tongue's discussion began.
"Yeah, Jack, I'm so ambitious, I don't want to miss the noble ladies in the city anymore"?
"Also catch the black banshee, the black banshee has to scratch you to death when seeing your virtue."
"Silly Jack, really, I don't want you to catch any black banshee. Just today, if you dare to go to the alley where old Kasha lives in the trash mountain in the east, hang old Kasha on the door. I will give you a silver coin if I get back one of the dead crows on the mountain!"
One of the hobos who didn't deal with Jack was even more ignited. The other hobos who saw this scene also added fuel to the fire, clamoring Jack not to refuse, otherwise they would be bragging cowards.
Maybe the water in the tavern today was mixed with a little more ale, maybe the crowd's booze suddenly had the effect of an orc war drum. Jack, who was laughed at by the crowd, did not sit back in angrily as usual. Instead, he suddenly shouted impulsively:
"Okay, I will go and get a dead bird back. If I meet a black banshee, I will catch it and show it to you. I hope that someone will not lay down on Lao Tzu's silver coin at that time!"
After that, Jack jumped off the stone platform and stumbled out of the tavern.
Seeing this scene, the homeless people couldn't help looking at each other. They were just boring and booing. Who would have thought that Jack would really go out to find some black banshee.
"I said it's not good for us to do this, I heard that many people have indeed disappeared recently..."
"Come on, those who are missing must have starved to death. Who has nothing to do to catch us homeless people?"
"Yes, right, right, and even if there is a black banshee, it might still be a beautiful blessing. I have never tasted a woman in my life. The last time I came with a monster before I died was not in vain."
Speaking of this topic, all the tramp were silent, they silently stared at Jack as he walked further and further in the cold wind, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
No matter what the tramp in the tavern was thinking, Jack was in a terrible mood at this time. After the cold wind blew, he also awakened a lot from the impulse. Now Jack's body and whole heart are trembling. He didn't want to go to any dark alleys at all. Even if the black banshee is just a ghost story, it is not enough to believe that there are often some terrible criminals hiding in those alleys.
But Jack was not reconciled to just run home in such a dingy manner. He still remembered the silver coin promised by his opponent. It was a silver coin. How many tramps had never seen a silver coin in their entire lives.
And among the group of homeless people, only gambling is not allowed. As long as Jack gets the dead crow from the door of old Kai'Sa, then he will really get a beautiful silver coin.
"Well, isn't it just going to a small alley, when I will drag a dead crow and run away, but I was the "Quick-leg Jack" of the year, even if there is a black banshee, he can't catch up with me."
Unknowingly, the distance between the tavern was far away, and Jack was secretly cruel in his heart, but the night and coldness around him did not abate, and the dead night was like a big hand holding all creatures firmly in his palm. At this moment It seemed to Jack that the surrounding trash mountains seemed to have become ferocious behemoths, ready to pounce on them at any time and tear themselves to pieces.
Fear grew rapidly in Jack's heart. Before he knew it, he even forgot about the black banshee, the betting, and the pile of cowhide he had blown down. Now Jack only feels that he is being chased by a terrifying beast. Then, he involuntarily began to run wildly.
Jack running wildly loses the ability to think. He doesn't seem to have the perception of his surroundings anymore. He didn't even notice when he ran into the alleys where all the tramp were afraid to avoid. Of course, he couldn't see the night. Weird scenes that are happening here.
I don't know when, a black goblin with a grinning face has appeared next to Jack. It embraces Jack's neck and refuses to let go. This little dark-skinned monster continues to exhale strands of black mist from its cracked mouth.
The black mist seemed to twist and bend into Jack’s nose and mouth, but Jack didn’t notice the black mist he was breathing. He was still staggering towards the depths of the alley, even in the middle of the alley. She was scratched by the trash around her while running and she didn't even realize it at all.
In the end, Jack ran to the end of the alley half asleep, and then stood still by the wall, beside him stood two other "wooden men" with sluggish expressions, also motionless.
The black goblin smiled grimly and patted the heads of the three "prey". Obviously, for this black goblin, this night is a harvest night, because they are only allowed to hunt the single "prey", so Hunting three hungry people like this tonight is a fruitful harvest.
But just when the black goblin was about to jump off Jack's shoulders, and then bring the new "experimental body" back to the base as usual, a sudden change happened.
End of this Chapter
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