Looking at the Chinese medicine nourishing gift pack that Nangong Sanba took out, Nangong Wuyue felt her entire spine itch, and she slapped her elder brother on the shoulder: "Brother, believe it or not, I want to change the occasion, and I'm so pissed off now." you?"
Nangong Sanba hasn't reacted yet: "What's wrong with me... You don't know how much people with anal fissures need this thing..."
Hao Ren held Nangong Sanba's shoulder silently, and was about to say something, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old-fashioned car driving up the path: What a coincidence, August is going home now. Vertex Novel ,
"Put away your big Chinese medicine gift bag. When you see this thing, the old man might become angry and die with you," Hao Ren curled his lips. "Later, let's play by ear and see if Auguste knows about witches." According to legend, if the legend of the witch in the Rigihe family has been lost, we will find a way to solve his evil spirit curse."
The old car bumped along the path and drove into the yard surrounded by thorns and bushes. The owner of the car had obviously noticed a group of strangers at the door of his house. He honked the horn twice, Hao Ren guessed There should be a pair of vigilant and nervous eyes examining himself behind the window with the solar film. Then the car came to a stop, and an old man in his fifties, wearing a thick woolen coat and with gray and slightly bald hair, opened the door. He looked at the stranger at the door with a vigilant and undisguised sense of repulsion on his face: "Who are you?"
"Mr. August," Nangong Sanba greeted enthusiastically, "it's me—these are my colleagues, experts who are quite accomplished in occultism and witchcraft. matters of knowledge."
"I have nothing to say." August really had a straight face, and he didn't hide the disgust in his eyes. He raised his voice, "God. Why can't an old man living alone live a quiet life for a few days!"
Vivienne has been studying the dried wild vegetables and animal furs hanging on the outer wall of the wooden house with great interest, and she turned her head when she heard that the negotiation behind her seemed to be a bit unsatisfactory: "Aren't you always troubled by evil spirits?" Well, maybe we can... eh?"
Vivienne was stunned for a moment when she saw August, as if thinking of something, and August's reaction after seeing Vivienne was even more intense: his eyes widened instantly, as if someone was strangling his throat It also made a weird "clack" sound, and then the whole body couldn't help shaking!
The old man staggered back a few steps, looking as if he was about to turn around and run away, and at this moment Vivienne finally made a difficult call in her mind: "Paul? You have lived until now?"
"Paul..." August staggered two steps. Finally collapsed on the ground, he looked at the sky with vain eyes, "Paul... I haven't heard anyone call me that in three centuries... Mistress, have you finally come to retrieve your things?"
"How is this possible..." Vivienne was dumbfounded, "Could it be you who have always kept in touch with the Andre family?"
Hao Ren quickly guessed the truth from this inexplicable conversation. He looked at the trembling old man with an incredulous expression on his face, but Lily reacted faster. The old man who was about to pull away came to the door of the house: "Don't talk about it. Go in and find a warm place and talk about it in detail."
The wooden house was tidied up very cleanly, but there was a sense of outdatedness everywhere. Although modern electrical appliances and daily necessities could also be seen here, those things were piled together with simple and rustic wooden tables and chairs. Being in it gives people a wonderful sense of space-time disorder.
A bust of Alexander I is hung below Lenin's head, a silver czarist candlestick is placed next to a bronze sculpture of a Soviet rocket, and an old-fashioned mud brick fireplace. The firewood is crackling, and the metal lunch box from the Red Army era is heating the vegetable soup left in the morning on the fireplace—this is an old house that has reversed time. Many things in the house are older than this house.
This is the dwelling place of a lonely man who has lived for three centuries.
Three hundred years ago, the witch left two stones for her two human servants. Changed the fate of two ordinary exiles, leading them to an incredible and completely different life. The careless witch had no idea what consequences her casual actions would bring to those two people.
One servant got unbelievably great wealth, and one servant got incredible immortality.
And the price they paid for it was the same: the nightmare that entangled them all their lives.
"Every sixty years old, I will 'die' in an acute internal hemorrhage, and then I will sleep for three to ten days, wake up again, and return to the state when I first touched the stone: twenty-two-year-old strong Body," August Fotolyak Lekikh, or Paul, was wrapped in a thick blanket and sat on a rattan chair, bent all over his body, as if he had been crushed physically and mentally by the cold winter of life. "I don't know what's going on with my body, but I know it must be some kind of curse: It's keeping me alive for so long, tangling with that crazy voice in my head."
August lowered his head and grabbed his thinning hair with his hands: "I tried several times to end all of this, and once even pointed the gun at my head, but in the end I still couldn't make up my mind. Resurrected from the dead , resurrected from the dead... the cycle continues until today."
Vivienne looked at her former servant, and her memory finally worked once. From the fifty-year-old face, she could still vaguely remember the appearance of the other party when she was young: "You have always been in touch with Andre's descendants. ?So they can only ever hear from one person in the Lekikh 'family' - you don't have a family? No offspring?"
"During the first two resurrection cycles, I got married twice," August shook his head, "but soon I found that this could only bring trouble, and I had to find a way to hide my immortality , because even my family couldn't comprehend this phenomenon - my second wife stumbled upon the secret of my resurrection, she told the church in horror, and I was almost burned as a wizard. Since then I try to stay away from Populated, constantly moving, trying to hide my secrets. I also tried pretending to be my son, which worked well during the period when the household registration system was not so perfect... The first hundred years were difficult, but after that I got used to this kind of life The way. The census and the identity system are a bit of a mess, I lived in the mountains and almost turned into a savage throughout the Stalin era, I lost contact with Andrei's family during that time, but thankfully everything started to look better after that Yes. Life is like this, with ups and downs, and I used to think the world was dull and boring, but after living long enough, I found that the speed of its changes is simply unimaginable.”
"You just play the role of your own descendants or change your identity again and again, keeping in touch with Andre's descendants, but not too close," Vivian sighed, "Are you worried about them? Worrying about them Your immortal body is interested, and even puts you in danger?"
"There are some concerns in this regard," August said in a low voice, "after realizing that Andre was old and dead, and each generation of his descendants was an elusive stranger to me, I chose carefully. Keep your own secrets, but this is not the main reason why I remain estranged and isolated from the Andre family, the main reason is that voice."
August said, pointing to his head: "It's here, it sounds every night, it urges me to go to Siberia, let the two cursed stones reunite. The dark power was divided by the mistress Two, it desperately wants to get together, I'm not sure if it's attached to that rock or me, let alone imagine once I actually go to Andre's house, let the two dark forces become one What will happen... It may fully recover, break through the seal of the mistress, and the power of mortals simply cannot stand against that monster."
Hao Ren looked at Vivienne in surprise: "Split into two? Did you cut that wrathful spirit?"
"Don't be funny, the spirit of anger is not tofu." Vivian gave Hao Ren a sideways glance. "It may be part of the obsession of the spirit of anger remaining on another stone. Anyway, Paul chose to isolate himself from the Andre family." That's right, once that obsession returns to Siberia, it may indeed cause the seal to be destroyed in advance—Paul, bring that stone."
August stood up tremblingly, and served his mistress as obediently as before, but he still muttered: "You still call me August... I have been called this name all these years, and I am not used to it anymore." 'Paul'."
After August walked into the back room, Lily couldn't help but looked at Vivian and sighed: "Look at the mess you left behind."
Vivian: "..." (to be continued...)