"what do you want to do?"
Jenkins asked the handsome elf, gradually deciding in his heart that this must not be some kind creature.
A gust of wind blew through, rustling the ground covered with fallen leaves, but Jenkins' mood was even worse.
As the question was asked, the laughter stopped abruptly, and a strange change took place on the elf's face, and the originally handsome face began to melt like wax.
The skin of the face drooped and the complexion became yellowish. In an instant, the face turned a dirty yellow, the eyes were as terrifying as two deep wells, and the corners of the mouth were almost grinning to the level of the eyes. Even in fairy tales, such terrifying creatures do not appear.
Its sharper voice asked, "Young traveler, do you want buried treasure?"
Jenkins subconsciously wanted to say "Think" like a devil's mouth, but the chocolate suddenly jumped down from the tree and landed on his shoulders.
Being pressed by the cat, Jenkins felt a subtle dizziness in his head, and then realized the situation. With a blink of an eye, this is not a strange species at all, the black aura represents that this is a strange thing.
"A-11-02-3219."
He said the number of the creature in front of him in an extremely low voice. Since the incident of the little flower girl, he had read a lot of information about this strange creature that he might encounter at any time.
A-11-02-3219, the Treasure Spirit, is also known by some as the "life-swallowing forest spirit".
A ghost is not necessarily an object, it may also be a piece of information, a population or even a phenomenon.
A-11-02-3219 is a hallucinatory phenomenon that only occurs in forests. This kind of elf-like creature is actually not an elf at all. They don't even exist, they are just phantoms. These phantoms usually only appear in wooded areas, and travelers follow them in search of treasure. The so-called phenomenon refers to the forest traveler being stunned by hallucinations and then disappearing.
Treasures do exist, and these phantoms are called treasure elves because they only appear in places with treasures.
The spooky property of the treasure sprite is that it only targets the creature it chooses. That is to say, even if there are a thousand people here now, only Jenkins can see it, even if he accidentally wakes up his chocolate.
When the victim is raped, the treasure spirit will guide the traveler deep into the forest, and when the two finally find the treasure, the traveler will be swallowed by the forest.
The "swallow" here refers to the real swallow. Jenkins only saw these things in the data, and there is no specific detailed description.
The danger level of this creepy thing is two, which is the same as A-01-2-0198, [little girl selling flowers]. Although the same level does not mean the same degree of danger, but this kind of thing cannot just turn around and leave after rejecting the treasure.
As long as you encounter this supernatural phenomenon called Treasure Fairy, no matter which direction you go in the future, you will eventually reach the treasure guided by the Treasure Fairy, which is unavoidable. That is to say, similar to A-01-2-0198, it is basically dead if you encounter it... Unless your own level is above level 8, it is possible to avoid the confusing illusion of spatial direction.
Jenkins checked the basic information provided by Dad, so it is not clear whether there are any cases that survived A-11-02-3219. Although he was lucky enough to survive beside A-01-2-0198, it is impossible for the hermit of fate to always favor one person.
"chocolate."
He stood where he was, feeling the hand that was holding the gun become slippery, which was the reason for the constant sweat. The wind blew through the forest, and he felt his entire back was soaked.
Just like actively attacking A-01-2-0198 will lead to dire consequences - specifically referring to Brut the Icebringer, actively attacking the Treasure Spirit will also cause mutations. Jenkins is very fortunate now that his first reaction after encountering something is not to shoot first.
"Now go home and get back that black piece of metal that you used to play with."
He ordered in a low voice, but considering that although the intelligence of chocolate is enough to send a letter, it may still be difficult to go home - find something - send it back, so he added:
"If you can't find me when you come back, or if you don't find that piece of metal, then leave. Don't go back to that house, go find Dad, or Miss Audrey, but don't bring them here, they found me missing From now on, I will take you in, be good in the future..."
[Knowledge and Books] Ms. Bevanna, the eighth-level bestower of the church, hasn't returned yet. If you write a note and ask Chocolate to go to the Keeper of Secrets or someone else who is familiar with the characteristics of creepy things to solve the problem, it will definitely be too late. As mentioned in the information, even if it stays where it is, the treasure elf has a way to get it near the treasure.
For Jenkins, it was impossible for him to go back.
The only way now is to defeat A-11-02-3219 head-on by deifying itself. With the cat's footsteps, maybe he can come back before he is buried in the forest. But no one can guarantee this.
"Meow~"
Chocolate standing at Jenkins' feet walked around Jenkins twice, looked up at the man, swept his trousers with the tip of his white tail, and hurried away on the fallen leaves with a final cry.
Jenkins swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes fixed on the treasure elf who was getting uglier. Records indicate that no individual survived more than two hours after encountering A-11-02-3219.
In other words, within two hours, he would definitely find the so-called treasure due to inexplicable reasons.
"What do you mean by treasure?"
Even knowing he couldn't escape, Jenkins still tried to think of a way. If you know the specific location and shape of the treasure, maybe you can consciously avoid those areas... maybe.
"Young traveler, do you want buried treasure?"
It repeated itself in a high-pitched voice, floating slowly around Jenkins in a halo of colored light.
Jenkins sighed and put the pistol away, it was useless.
The midday sun was high in the sky, but Jenkins, who was shrouded in the shade of trees, could not feel any warmth. He raised his feet stiffly and stepped on the ground to increase his body temperature. I have already made a plan in my heart. Once I can or go out this time, I must buy a warm and decent winter coat.
PS: I just noticed that the Shuke app has a big recommendation of Cthulhu-like novels, and I really won’t be there. Then I thought about whether this is a Cthulhu type...