The Son of Light of the Snake House

--"I think……"

"What are you thinking?" On this day, they passed a cliff, which was a scenery he had never seen before.Layers of white clouds flowed past his feet, and the forest and river were surprisingly small.

"I want to learn how to kill people."

"What's so fun about killing people." The man leaned back: "The most boring thing in this world is killing people."

Severus pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"However, if you want to learn, you can try holding a sword." The man's hair was shining.

"Why a sword?"

"Because—don't you think the swordsman is handsome?" The man smiled and grabbed his collar, lifted him up, swung his arms lightly, and his vision immediately reversed and fell downward.

His black eyes were fixed on the man still standing on the top of the cliff, and his figure was getting smaller and smaller.He felt the more and more rapid wind around him, surrounded by fast-moving mountain walls, but he was not afraid at all, and his heart didn't even beat a little more than usual.

Sure enough, after a while, that little figure also jumped down, and Severus' eyes reflected the blue sky, clouds, and those huge bat wings.

——followed by the laughter that filled the ears with the sound of the wind: "In fairy tales, the brave man with the sword will always kill the devil king."

Severus blinked and shook his head, a few drops of blood spattering.He was hiding next to an extraordinarily thick Whomping Willow, and he pressed its scar tightly with his left hand.

He had an encounter with the robbers nearby just now, after killing three enemies, he escaped with a bone-deep wound on his right forearm and hid here.

Severus tore off the armguard of his right hand with his teeth, then slid down slowly and sat down on the ground, unable to leave the scar with his left hand, but it wasn't a problem.

He used the joint of his left arm to withstand the scar, then turned out the bandage with his right hand, wrapped it around his right arm twice hastily, tied a loose knot with his immobile left hand, then loosened the arm guard in his mouth, and turned And bite one end of the bandage, cooperate with the left hand to tighten it tightly, and then put on the arm guard again, and the emergency treatment is completed.

Severus stood up again, and then stabbed sideways, and a fresh robber was fixed on the Whomping Willow next to him. With his screams, the dry branches kept whipping him.The liquid trickled down, soaking a small piece of land.

Severus walked over and said in a deep voice, "How many of you are there?"

A liquid cooing sound came from the bandit's throat: "Help me! Help me!"

Severus just looked at him.

"I'm the only one left! I'm the only one left!" His eyes were bloodshot due to hanging upside down, and he looked terrible: "Please, save me! You've killed them all! Save me!!"

"..." Before Severus could speak, there was a crackling sound behind his ears.He tilted his head to the side, and an arrow shot out from the bandit's neck in front of him. "You are lying."

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword on the robber's corpse, ignoring his body that immediately slumped to the ground, slipped and disappeared into the middle of the jungle, and then appeared behind the last robber.

Wherever the sharp blade passed, blood sprayed in layers.

"The Whomping Willow Forest"

"Areaclear."

When the morning light shines on the Whomping Willow forest again, red flowers are blooming on the branches, and they see off the successful brave man.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be different, the leaves turned yellow, the grass became more dry, and the wound on his right arm was almost healed, and he opened it to the outside.

The air became humid.

Severus stepped on the soft sand and watched.

The lake looks green and clear, and it's terribly wide.There is a small crooked sign by the lake that reads: "Carb"

Severus watched it until a hearty voice came from behind him: "Hello, friend! What's bothering you?"

He turned around, and there was a man standing in the empty space.He has soft black hair soaked in lake water, and his upper body is full of strength. Water droplets slide down the muscle texture and disappear into the thin shorts.

There was a cheerful smile on his face: "Hello, do you want to cross the lake?"

"Yeah." Severus nodded, and the handsome man volunteered to lead him the way: "Then let's talk as we walk?"

"I live near here, and I often meet travelers like you, where do you want to go?" The man was very enthusiastic, but Severus was not good at talking to strangers.

"Go across the lake."

"I can take you there in my boat."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome—oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet." The man smiled and stretched out his right hand, which was faintly glowing in the setting sun.

"My name is Severus."

"My name is Regulus."

Severus first followed Regulus into Regulus' little house by the lake.

"Sorry, my house is a bit shabby." Regulus scratched his head embarrassedly: "I often play at the beach, and I never remember to clean the house."

"It's okay." Severus replied.

"So, how about we set off in the middle of the night? I'm going to repair the boat first, and you can rest here." Regulus patted the only bed in the hut, and without waiting for Severus' answer, he He turned around and walked out, leaving a string of wet footprints on the floor, and then there was a chopping sound outside the door.

Severus touched the quilt, it was strangely damp, there were turquoise mushrooms growing on the ceiling that had not been cleaned, it looked like a villain would be seen immediately after eating it.

The air is also too humid, as if the whole body is immersed in water.

It was getting dark quickly, and it was almost midnight.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and there was a slight whimpering sound, followed by the sound of pattering footsteps, slowly approaching the bed, it was a tall shadow.He stared at a bulge on the bed, looked and looked, until the clock struck midnight, he was shocked and clenched his fists.

"Regulus."

The man turned his head immediately, his neck creaked, and then there was the sound of water droplets falling on the ground, and the candle was lit by him.

"Severus, you're awake." The light of the fire jumped, illuminating the simple and honest smile on his face, showing no flaws.

"It's so humid in the room," Severus said. "My joints are hurting."

"Then you may have rheumatism. If you don't mind, I have medicine..."

"No, thank you." Severus refused him, then walked over, approached and took the candle from Regulus' hand.

"I'm in a hurry, it's midnight, let's go."

"Okay." Regulus walked out first, leaving wet footprints on the almost rotten wooden floor.

The author has something to say:

Quietly add a little horror here, no one should find out.jpg

I really want to write a horror novel, but I don’t have the kind of writing that makes people think about it, damn it (clenching fists)