Although the entire manor was plunged into darkness, according to Shad's own time, it was already lunchtime on this Monday, but he had not yet been able to eat a single bite of food.
Feeling his own hunger, recalling the feeling of devouring the divinity of the Lord of the Blood Feast twice, and feeling the moments when he used the power of the Lord of the Blood Feast several times. Interestingly, Shade has obtained the divinity of many gods so far, but probably because only the Lord of the Blood Feast has two drops of divinity, he happens to understand the power of the Lord of the Blood Feast most thoroughly.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Just as the raging ogre was about to reach him, Shade suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, faintly flashing with golden light, made the fallen monster stagnate, as if it had encountered some kind of natural enemy. Then it heard a voice that almost broke its soul:
"not enough!"
The gluttony desire from the gods, with the help of the slight divine power in the body, even if it is just imitating the words spoken by the gods at the table, is enough to crush the soul of the monster in front of him who also has a gluttony desire.
The fat monster collapsed in the corridor, and just as Shad was worried that the monster would block his way, the pink pieces of flesh covered with black hair began to collapse.
Xia De looked at the scene in front of him suspiciously, ready to fight back against any possible attack. But this time, he really thought too much. The impact of his previous shout was greater than he thought. The pink pieces of meat with black hair slid down one by one, landing on the dirty ground covered with dust, mold and snow blown in from the window, and soon turned into a pool of pus and blood.
As the pieces of flesh disappeared bit by bit, the core of the monster was revealed, which was the body of a skinny middle-aged man with only the head and body left.
Black demonic runes covered its body, and the wounds on its limbs were pierced by sharp stone spikes. It lay in the middle of the pool of blood, gasping for breath. Even when it saw Shade's head appear above it, it just stared at the world blankly.
“Can we communicate?”
Shade asked, the demonic power in the other party was only temporarily collapsed, and he would soon turn into the ogre again.
Old Watson's brother, Hela Osenfurt's uncle, shook his head very slightly. It was sensible at this time, but could not speak. Shade hoped that it was just weak, and not that its tongue had been eaten by something else like its limbs:
"It's okay, just nod and shake your head. First of all, your brother found some kind of treasure to deal with Stone Oxenfurt."
The answer was a nod.
"That thing is in your brother's bedroom?"
Shake your head.
"No? Or you still don't know? Tell me the answer by shaking your head several times."
Shaking its head twice, it still didn't know.
"Do you know that there is one more person in this family now?"
It shook its head twice, but still didn't know.
"The thing that was used against Stone Oxenfurt is still in this house?"
nod.
"The treasure is not particularly large."
nod.
"Your brother is the only one who knows where that thing is?"
nod.
"Is your brother in that bedroom over there now?"
Still nodded.
Xia De breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there were still clues.
The speechless man seemed to beg Shade to kill it with his eyes. But in this crazy land, where the relics fell and the home of demonic corruption, even if Shade killed it, it would be resurrected again.
He drew a yellow moonlight sword from the air and drew a circle around the man whose body was gradually expanding. Then he drew five nested circles around the circle. In each of the five circles, he placed a pinch of salt, a bottle of diluted holy water No. 4, a wooden angel statue, a metal toy sword, and a prayer booklet distributed by the Dawn Church.
After doing all this, the man closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Although the pink fat was still slowly growing on his body, he would not be able to wake up from his slumber until Shade finished dealing with the rest of the things in the mansion.
After passing the man, Shade finally walked towards the master bedroom on the third floor. Just as Shade thought, twisted black runes were all over the door of the bedroom. Shade could feel the stinging sensation of the demonic power on his skin without even reaching out his hand.
After entering the manor, I have been having a slight headache, and this feeling has become stronger as I get closer to the master bedroom, which means that this is indeed the place Shade wants to find.
In the dim light, he took out the key he found in the kitchen, inserted it into the keyhole and opened the door. After he entered, the door closed automatically.
This master bedroom was obviously unusual. Compared to other places in the old and dilapidated mansion, it was much cleaner and tidier, and most of the furniture was intact. Even the light from the gas lamp was so warm and charming.
The old ghoul, the owner of the manor, Old Watson, the father of Hela Oxenfurt, was holding the ghost dog, leaning on a metal cane, and standing in front of the window with his back hunched. Even with Shade's knowledge, it was rare to see a ghoul standing on two legs.
The window that looked pitch black from the outside was actually normal from the inside. The scenery of the snowy night was unusually clear in the room lit by the warm yellow gas lamp. In other words, when Shad was squatting on the windowsill outside the window to open the window, it was very likely that old Watson was standing in front of the window and watching silently.
"Dear guest, what can I do for you so late at night?"
It turned and asked, and the small hound in its arms gave Shade a ferocious look.
Shade glanced around the room and saw a photo frame on the bedside table. It was a family photo, with the old Watson couple, Watson's brother, and Hela Osenfurt siblings. Judging from their attire and appearance, it should have been taken shortly before the family's accident. In other words, the five owners of the manor who died in the manor were real.
"Although I am a man like you and have no possibility to manipulate and use that extraordinary power, I have learned a lot of knowledge after following the emperor for so long, knowledge that is very burdensome to my brain."
Shad said:
"Something is wrong here, Mr. Watson, have you encountered a demon?"
He put it very bluntly:
"Her Majesty Violet gave me some things to defend myself. If you need me, I can help you."
The old corpse looked extremely rational, and when Shade looked into its cloudy yellow eyes, he actually felt like he was talking to a normal person.
"Mr. Special Envoy, thank you for your kind help. But unfortunately, this is no longer necessary. You are three years late."
Xia De frowned slightly:
"Do you remember what happened three years ago?"
This is very interesting, they should be trapped in an eternal nightmare due to the corruption of relics, the earth and demons. Only because of the brief awakening due to external forces can they barely remember some things.
"Yes, I remember. After all, I am different from the others in the house."
The old corpse raised its head slightly and showed Shade the fatal scar on its neck:
"Although our souls were tortured, I was the only one who was not killed by 'it'."
The ghoul's stiff blue skin could actually show a smile:
"I committed suicide right after it appeared. Although it's still death, my choice of self-destruction obviously gave me more possibilities."
"That's remarkable. Now, can you understand what's going on?"
"Understand a little. Over the past three years, I have been sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. Mr. Envoy, your appearance seemed to bring some light and made me sober again."
It stroked the hound in its arms. Although the hound was not a physical entity, it could still touch:
"I still remember the conflict between Stone Oxenfurt and our family, what happened to the whole family on that terrible night, and my daughter Hela... I don't know if she is doing well. Yes, I remember everything. I did not allow Oxenfurt to marry my daughter and competed with him in business. He cursed us viciously before that day, and then... That night was three years ago. I still remember standing at this window, listening to everything downstairs in despair, while Oxenfurt stood outside the manor, holding a torch and looking at me with a smile."
It seems that Stone Oxenfurt was there when the demons were slaughtering here.
"A year after your family's accident, Hela and Oxenfurt got married and settled in Oxenfurt Manor. I saw her a few days ago... May I ask, does your daughter have emotional deficiency disorder?"
Xia De asked again, but the old corpse ghost shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face:
"She still married him. He loved her so much, and she loved him too, but didn't she know that our family was..."
This was also what made Shade puzzled. Although the massacre and curse of Watson Manor were most likely the work of the devil, Hela Osenfurt should have guessed that it was related to her husband. Maybe her memory was wiped, or maybe there were other, stranger reasons.
"I know you have prepared a treasure to deal with Stone Oxenfurt. Where is that treasure?"
"Mr. Envoy, you really are willing to meddle in other people's affairs."
The old corpse ghost said, and Xia De asked again:
"Did you know there's a new person in the house?"
"I don't know. For someone like me who is constantly tormented between clarity and confusion, everything is meaningless. I can only keep telling myself that everything now is fake to maintain my sanity."
It said with some relief:
"Fortunately, you showed up before I collapsed. Mr. Envoy, no matter whether your identity is real or not, and no matter whether you are a servant of the great emperor, as long as you can really help us get rid of it, that's enough."
It slowly unbuttoned the shirt that almost blended into its skin, revealing the left side of its chest branded with demonic runes;
"It's time to end it."