There was a tense atmosphere in Andre's ancient castle. All the servants were instructed to stay in their rooms and not to go out at will. ±Apex novels, the low roar and weird screaming sounds that continuously come from the castle grounds make one can't help but think of hundreds of giant beasts fighting in the bottomless evil abyss, the sound penetrates the high walls It is separated from the floor and the thick velvet carpet, reverberating as if directly piercing into the human brain.
People shivered and hid in the room, wrapped in heavy quilts or blankets, a strange cold wind had been circling around the castle for several hours, even though there were thick walls separating it, this unnatural wind was still Penetrate every room and make the castle as cold as the outside. Some servants who lived on the lower floor of the castle even saw phantom-like snowflakes appear out of thin air in their rooms, and they were transferred to the hall on the second floor in horror. This weird phenomenon has never happened in the many horrors that have happened in this damn castle. People think of those exorcists who went underground to fight against evil spirits earlier. They knew that the supernatural phenomenon in front of them must be related to It is related to the fierce battle that took place in the depths of the earth.
The cold wind and snowflakes that passed through the wall weakened several times, and then strengthened again. People anxiously speculated that these strange phenomena should be related to the fighting situation deep underground—whether these phenomena strengthened or weakened, it was very important to people. A consolation, this at least proves that the battle below is still going on, those exorcists have not failed, and the battle has entered a stalemate.
To the poor souls of this castle, that evil spirit has always been synonymous with invincibility, so long as anyone can fight it to a stalemate. This is a great encouragement to them.
When most people stayed in their rooms and did not dare to go out, Igor, the owner of the castle, stood in the courtyard behind the main building. He was covered with a heavy fur coat and covered with snowflakes. The cold was already soaking to the marrow of his bones, but his eyes were still fixed on the door of the chapel.
The butler with the zombie face stood beside him, already shivering from the cold, but still dutifully kept upright, and tried to persuade his master: "Master, go back to the room, at least it will be warmer up there."
"No, wait any longer." Igor muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself. He looked up at the high wall behind him, and the outer wall of the castle was gradually covered with a layer of frost. This is a scene that has never been seen in the past three hundred years.
Due to the existence of the angry spirit, this castle has always been the most special place on the snowfield. The snowstorm from the outside world has never entered within a hundred meters of the castle, but now, the snowstorm from a twisted nightmare is coming from Floating up from the depths of the ground, the fortress was gradually frozen. He saw that those thick rocks were covered with large pieces of ice shells, and numerous snowflakes emerged from the surface, hovering and covering the outer wall of the fortress as if consciously. At the same time, snowflakes seeped from the wall and floated high into the sky: it was the heavy snow flying from the room. This unbelievable phenomenon was reflected in Igor's dark brown eyes, and he seemed to see an ancient and powerful soul rushing violently towards the surface. And behind this soul there is another more powerful thing chasing him, that more powerful strange thing has a wonderful melody, light and weird, it seems to be a song...
singing
Igor shook his head. He knew that it was the spirit of anger that invaded his consciousness just now, and he might have received the scene deep underground through the senses of the spirit of anger, but what happened to the singing
Just when Igor was puzzled. The blizzard pouring from bottom to top stopped suddenly.
"It's over?" Igor stretched out his almost frozen hand to catch the snowflakes that were coming back from the sky. The latter penetrated his palm like a shadow, and the butler beside him asked subconsciously: "Master, who won?"
Igor felt that the voice that had been entrenched in his mind for decades was slowly receding. Since the nightmarish birthday when he was six years old, he finally felt an indescribable peace again: "Maybe... the evil spirit finally died gone."
After a while, he heard a noise coming from the chapel, and the butler subconsciously tensed up, but he relaxed again when he saw that it was a human being who came out of the door.
Hao Ren was surprised to see Igor standing at the door waiting for him. Looking at the thick layer of snowflakes on the old man's body, he probably had been standing at the door of the chapel since the very beginning.
"The following is settled," Hao Ren nodded to Igor, "Ru... the evil spirit has been captured, we will take it away."
Igor finally heard the result with his own ears, and immediately excitedly wanted to step forward to give Hao Ren a hug, but he almost staggered and fell to the ground as soon as he took a step: the old man's legs were frozen hard.
"Thank you, thank you... I don't even know how to express my gratitude. No one has been able to lift this curse for three hundred years. I never thought that the nightmare of the Andre family would end in my generation..." Igor said in With the support of the middle-aged housekeeper, he tremblingly came to Hao Ren, "I..."
Hao Ren waved his hand at him: "I'll talk about these things later. Now I have something more important to ask you—do you still remember the gift your ancestors got from the witch? A stone."
Hao Ren's expression was very serious, deliberately creating a gloomy atmosphere, and Igor became nervous when he saw the situation: "Yes... Is there something wrong with that stone?"
"It's related to the 'curse'," Nangong Sanba said seriously, "give it to us."
When Igor heard this, he really showed hesitation, and he quickly calmed down from the joy of breaking the curse. Obviously, that stone meant a lot to him, even surpassing the three hundred years of evil spirits haunting the Andre family. Ku: "This... that stone is the foundation of the Andre family..."
"Is a stone more important than the evil spirit's curse?" Betsy couldn't help muttering.
Igor smiled wryly: "The ancestors once passed down a saying that that stone is a gift from the witch, and future generations can enjoy it, but it must not be lost or destroyed, otherwise the witch will be punished more severely—I don't believe you. , but I believe in the warning left by our ancestors, after all, we have already been punished by the witch: that evil spirit is."
Hao Ren looked at Vivienne dumbfounded: "What a mess you left behind..."
Vivian turned her head innocently: "What does that have to do with me? People back then were all superstitious. No matter how normal a sentence is, they will be passed down for three generations. I don't know that they will mess with it later. It's so mysterious."
Igor looked at Hao Ren and Vivian muttering in puzzlement. The old man couldn't understand the Chinese they were using. But soon Hao Ren turned to him: "You mean a witch? Then look at the one next to you."
With that said, Hao Ren pushed Vivienne forward: "This is your ancestral witch."
Vivian rolled her eyes: "What is ancestral..."
Igor was stunned: "... huh?"
Hao Ren repeated it again, and Igor really shook his head with a dumbfounding expression: "Please don't make such a joke, I know that masters have some eccentricities, but this joke..."
Hao Ren didn't talk nonsense, but took out the huge portrait from his portable space: "We found this underground, the witch portrait left by your ancestors in the underground palace. Since two hundred years ago, your family's People can’t enter the underground palace, so the portraits inside are still the original version—see for yourself.”
Igor stared dumbfounded at Hao Ren conjuring a painting out of thin air, and then stared even more dumbfounded at the contents of the painting. He could tell at a glance that the photo frame was indeed an old one, and that the decoration style was very similar to the portrait of the witch in the castle, but he still couldn't believe the contents of the portrait—the witch's appearance was exactly the same as the girl in front of him.
"This appearance..." Igor stared at the witch and the burnt hole in the portrait, "This hole..."
Lily scratched her hair embarrassingly (now she is in human form, so she can't wag her tail, so she can only scratch her hair): "I accidentally poked it out, this is not the point."
Igor was silent for a long time in front of the portrait, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he was still not easily fooled: "I can't easily believe that the witch would appear so suddenly...and why didn't this lady directly... "
Vivian crossed her arms and glanced at Igor: "Because I didn't think about it, who would have thought that that foolish boy would become a rich man, and later generations would develop into this. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, just touch it own eyes."
Igor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "Huh?"
"Your eyes were not dark brown when you were born, but gray-blue, but after a few months of birth, they will gradually become what they are now." Vivienne has completely remembered what happened back then, and she has found enough proof Something about your own identity, "Do you have a mirror?"
The middle-aged butler next to him silently handed a small hand mirror to Igor, and Vivienne snapped her fingers. Igor was shocked to see that his eyes were gradually receding from brown, and he became only a family member. The gray-blue color that only newborns show.
"I left these eyes to you," Vivienne laughed. "I left a mark on those two servants back then: because I have a bad memory, especially in those few years, I'm afraid that I will be with those two boys." When we met again after being separated, we forgot that they were our own people, so we left a mark in their blood."
Lily muttered next to her: "As a result, you even forgot what you left a mark on—with your memory, you don't need to know what to do?"
Vivian: "..."
Igor watched his eyes gradually turn brown again. He remembered the admonition about these eyes passed down from generation to generation in his family, and finally realized who was standing in front of him.
The old man took it all at once (to be continued...)