Shilk's hand touched the wooden door.

It seemed like something happened, and it seemed like nothing happened.

She just stood in front of the wooden door without moving.

Sherlock dispersed the two wands in his hand and quietly slung around Hilk, illuminating the area around her.

She kept doing this for a long time, as if ten minutes had passed, and her body began to tremble slightly invisibly.

She put down her hand.

“I didn’t find it…”

Her voice was low and full of sadness.

Sherlock clenched his fists in his hand, and he stared at Shilk's reaction carefully. As long as something was wrong, he would take her to move away from here with her.

"I didn't find it, I didn't find it, I didn't find it..."

She said sadly.

Shilk squatted on the ground, holding her head with her hands, as if she was escaping something, as if she was questioning herself.

"I didn't find him!"

Her voice suddenly became sharp.

"I tried many ways! Tea residue! Crystal ball! Astrology! Arithmetic! But the lines of the world and the spider web of fate are not there! I can't find him!"

She grabbed her hat and pulled it off her head, revealing the black ribbon that covered her eyes and the loose silver-gray hair.

Shilk's delicate face was extremely pale. She was nestled in the corner in fear, and her body was trembling constantly, like a discarded, homeless girl.

"I didn't find him, dad, I was useless! I didn't fulfill my promise to you! I was useless! I didn't have the ability! I should die there with you!"

Sherlock only realized at this time that she was not very old, and at most she was a few years older than herself.

Tears slid from her ribbon-covered eyes and dripped down her bloodless cheeks to the ground.

Shilk fell to the ground, holding the ground with both hands, pale to the back of his hands, and could clearly see the purple blood vessels inside.

"He is gone. You said he is still there, dad, but I can't find him. It's because I haven't worked hard enough, it's because I haven't done enough!"

She suddenly wanted to smash her head to the ground and punish herself. Fortunately, Sherlock hugged her in time and stopped her self-harm.

Shilk struggled. She was slim, but she was extremely powerful at this time. Sherlock almost let her break free.

"I tried it! I really tried everything! But nothing! I can't see anything! I can't see where he is!"

She seemed to be defending herself, or expressing her despair, but there was only a sense of fear on her face.

"I dare not say, Dad, I dare not say that possibility..."

She sobbed, not struggling, but her body trembled very hard. Sherlock hugged her tightly, without any other thoughts in her heart, but saw a burst of pity rising from the pale face.

Shilk obviously had something hidden in his heart. The coldness and indifference that appeared on the surface were just to cover up the disguise of being fragile.

She bit her lip, as if she was trying her best to avoid something, and she didn't want to say it, nor did she want to make any predictions or divination!

But in the end, she still wriggled her bitten lips and said sobbingly.

"He may really...be dead..."

Speaking this sentence seemed to take all her strength. She collapsed in Sherlock's arms, not trembling or resisting, as if she was asleep.

The two magic wands were still floating quietly in the darkness, illuminating this small space.

Sherlock sat on the ground, with his back against the stone wall, silently looking at the dark secret passage in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Shilk's breathing gradually became even, lying in his arms, as quiet as an exquisite doll.

After a long time, her fingers trembled slightly, and her head lifted from Sherlock's arms, as if she was stunned for a second.

Then she stood up as if nothing had happened.

Sherlock saw that she seemed to have escaped from a dream of fear, coughed twice, stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted her robe with dust on her body.

"You're fine?"

Shilk put his wide hood on his head again, covering his face.

"What did you see?"

Her voice returned to the coldness of the past, but it sounded a little hoarse.

Sherlock shrugged.

"What did I see? I just saw you touching the door and then suddenly fell to the ground. No matter how I helped you, I didn't help you up, for fear that you would catch a cold on the ground, so I just helped you to use it as a mat."

Of course, everyone can hear such lies that are false, but some things are appropriate and lies that everyone understands are necessary. Only by telling the truth will make everyone embarrassed.

He changed the subject and walked to the wooden door that seemed to be without any change.

"So, we can go in now?"

Shilk took her wand back. Instead of answering Sherlock's question, she walked to the wooden door and stretched out her hand and pushed open the door hard.

"Squeak~"

A long hinged rust rubbed sounded.

The wooden door was opened and floating dust was everywhere, as if no one had come in here for a long time.

Shilk was about to walk in directly, but Sherlock grabbed her.

He let go of the wand he had been holding in his hand, let it float slowly on its own, and flew into the room behind the wooden door.

The magic wand with fluorescent lights illuminated the space inside, and it was as empty as if nothing was left.

"Let's go, we can go in and take a look." Sherlock said.

Shilk was not very surprised by Sherlock's method of controlling the wand. In fact, every wizard can do the ability to hang up the wand.

They walked into the room behind the wooden house.

Even after entering here, the illumination mantra can only illuminate the area less than half a meter.

So even if I came in, I had no way to see the whole picture and size of the room directly. I could only rely on the glowing wand in my hand to check it bit by bit.

Sherlock and the others did not notice after entering the door. A creature hidden in the dark behind the door was silently staring at them...

They did not choose to separate when they entered the door, but gathered together and carefully explored the dark space.

It was completely empty, with nothing, but the space was very large. Sherlock and Shilk walked together for about twenty steps before they reached the end.

None of them spoke, and began to walk around the room along the edge of the wall.

Just as they turned a corner and shone the light next to the wooden door, they saw the creature that had been in the darkness and quietly staring at them!

It was a huge scarecrow standing in place and posed in the shape of a cross.

The yellow straw was filled with the gap between the ragged fabric and the wooden stick. As Sherlock and his friends watched it, two scarlet lights flashed in its face wrapped in rag strips.

It held two arms made of branches flat, holding rusty sickles in one hand and a worn kerosene lamp in the other.

The moment Shilk saw it, he waved his wand without hesitation!

"Call the gods and protect..."

However, before her spell was finished, a hoarse, shrill, desperate, and dead scream suddenly rang out.

"What's going on! What happened!"

A roaring sound came from the scarecrow, and the broken kerosene lamp on its left hand suddenly lit up!

But the orange lights did not bring any warmth, only endless coldness and fear!

Shilk's casting was interrupted by a scream, and then it waved its sickle and ran towards them with a kerosene lamp!

Sherlock grabbed Shilk's arm, pulled her aside, and waved his wand.

"Hu God Guard!"

While he recited the spell, it also sounded a shrill wail again.

"No! No! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

But Sherlock was not interrupted by it, but successfully released the patron saint spell!

The silver light lit up from the tip of his staff, but the extremely shining silver threads seemed very scattered. It could be seen that it wanted to condense into a solid body, but in the end it could only scatter into a silver light!

The atmosphere here is too depressing. The darkness is not only eroding the light, but also eroding the hope and happiness in people's hearts. The guardian spell is more than ten times more difficult to use than usual!

Sherlock grabbed Shilk and avoided its first sickle and swung it. The scattered silver light wires of the unformed guardian spell made it retreat a little, but then it still aimed at them and raised the sickle in its hand high!

Sherlock aimed his wand directly at it without hesitation.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A huge roar echoed in this underground secret room, and the dazzling fire light was swallowed up again by the infinite darkness as soon as it burst out!

I ate an explosion curse, but it was still unscathed. It was just slightly blown back a little, and some straw fell from it to the ground.

"Apart from the patron saint spell, aren't other spells useful?" Sherlock asked hurriedly.

"It's useless! It just hates happiness and hope!"

Shilk shook his wand and tried again to launch the patron saint spell.

"Hu God Guard!"

This time she successfully recited the spell, and the silver light threads emerged again in the darkness, and tried her best to weave and form in the air.

Although the shape is very slow, it is obvious that her patron sage has a chance of success!

Sherlock stood there without a break. He shook all the wands he had prepared before from the cloth bag, and hundreds of wands were quietly floating in the darkness that was invisible to the view.

It obviously noticed Shilk's actions, and instead of rushing forward, it stared at her with its scarlet eyes and wept in a hoarse and treacherous voice.

"I can't find him! Dad! I can't find him!"
Chapter completed!