It seems that even though the old ghoul remembered that his entire family was killed by the devil, he couldn't get rid of the influence of the relic.
"You insist on remembering these things in order to save your family?"
"And for revenge."
The cloudy yellow eyes revealed an emotion that seemed to burn everything:
"Someone will always stop Stone Oxenfurt. There is no one in this world who has no enemies. I know we can't do it, even if we all have the power now. But I also know that there will always be someone who comes to find that treasure and drive it out of our world. For this, even if I endure another hundred years of torture, it will be worth it."
Although ordinary people's emotions cannot create real miracles in this real world, at least they have done what they can.
"Where is that item now?"
Xia De asked, and the old corpse ghost shook his head:
"Defeat me, defeat me by any means, prove that you can do it, and I will give it to you."
"In fact, I know that it is most likely your little daughter... OK, I will prove it."
The old corpse ghost broke through the glass and jumped from the third-floor window into the courtyard in the dark night with heavy snow. Xia De first put away the family photo frame on the bedside table, then came to the window with a suitcase, and then a group of red butterflies like flowing light flew from the bright window into the dark night.
The red butterflies carried the suitcase and gathered together to form Xia De's body in the snow. The last butterfly, reluctant to leave, disappeared on Xia De's left shoulder.
At this time, the old ghoul had let go of the ghost dog. The ghoul was crawling on the ground, with dark demon runes running from its mouth to its entire body. Black flames with a smell of sulfur rose from its four arms and two feet. The whispering elements of the manor gathered towards it, and the ground beneath its feet gathered endless curse power onto it.
As the last owner of this manor, theoretically speaking, old Watson is indeed the strongest individual here.
"I will grant you the death you are destined to die."
Shade kissed the circular emblem on his chest, then threw the briefcase on the ground and took out the most important item from it, which was a bronze sword that was almost as long as the suitcase.
The long sword is attached with the effect of the spell "Undead Slash" that can cause damage to undead and undead creatures. At the same time, there is a simple gear mechanism on the hilt that can make the long sword spray various magic potions stored in advance.
This sword was custom-made by Old John and then enchanted by the Augustus priest. Although it is not the most expensive item in the suitcase, it is definitely the most powerful one.
Holding a long sword, he looked at the monster crawling across from him in the heavy snow, white smoke gushing out of Shade's nostrils. After a large snowflake passed by, blocking his sight and drifting away, the corpse ghost on the snow had disappeared.
The long sword with a faint moon mark on it drew out a stream of light and slashed forward. The roar of the monster and Xia De's figure were all covered by the heavy snow.
The swinging sword left colors under the night sky, and the flying snowflakes covered all the scars. The exquisite sword skills, the weapons that completely restrained the opponent, and the monsters without killing intentions made this battle completely suspenseful.
After a long time, as the sound of loudly calling "moonlight" rang out in the snow, the silver light traces that ran through this illusory snowy night seemed to penetrate the entire night.
Panting, Shade put away the sword and put it back into the box. He picked up the box, brushed the snow off his shoulders and looked at the old corpse in front of him. All six of his limbs were cut off, and a silver nail was nailed to his heart. He was wailing in pain in the snow.
Shade ignored it and returned to the mansion. Soon, the elder son of old Watson with a rat tail, the wife of old Watson in ghost state, and the younger brother of old Watson covered with pink fat were all "moved" out by Shade.
The family gathered in the snow, and Xia De asked in a deep voice:
"You can let your little girl out."
As soon as the words fell, the sobbing female spirit floated down from the roof of the mansion. She floated past Xia De and fell into her mother's arms and continued to sob. The woman's soul, who was originally unable to move at the moment, actually trembled with her arms and really hugged the girl in her arms.
Upon seeing this, Shad also took back the dark candle that was putting the spirit to sleep.
"Demons, the earth, and relics. If you want to truly die, you must eliminate these three forces in turn, starting with the Secret Keeper-level Relic Noble House."
Shade took out the photo frame he had just taken from the bedside table, and then asked old Watson:
"If you really loved that ghost dog so much that you carried it with you even after death, then why didn't you hold it in your recent family photos?"
In fact, Xia De was not sure about this, but it didn't cost any money to make a guess.
But this time his luck was quite good. The ghost dog that was circling around old Watson's feet in the snow turned around and looked at Shade, and a man's voice came out of its mouth:
"I'm very curious about the relationship between your ancestors and the witch emperor who ruled the Witton region. My uniqueness has confirmed that you are really the most important person to his majesty."
The ghost dog looked up at Shade:
“If I hadn’t known that emperors don’t have children, I would have suspected that you were the descendant of Her Majesty Violet.”
Xia De smiled and shook his head:
"Across the curtain of time, through the long river of years. I am here, she is there, we both miss each other, and this longing can even span a long era... ... That's probably it."
As he spoke, he recalled the witch with golden hair and high spirits, but he didn't know when they would meet again.
"Is that so... I roughly understand... You indeed have the demeanor and elegance of a great noble of the Fifth Era. I am very happy to have you as my guest. May the great senators and witch emperors be able to protect their people forever."
The ghost dog said, and kindly reminded:
“But your opponent is an evil demon from the Third Age. If you want to defeat it, the things in your box alone are not enough. I recommend that you look for Violet’s weapon, a sword that is also passed down from the Third Age.”
"Thanks."
Shade said with a smile, and the ghost dog nodded, turning in a circle on the snow before disappearing.
The whispering elements were gradually receding, but the night had not faded, and the old mansion standing in the snow behind him remained the same. It was just that the five monsters in front of him were dazed for a while before they realized what was happening.
"Then there is the Curse of the Mad Earth, but before I cast the spell, I need to get the treasure here first."
Shad held out his hand to the sobbing girl, who turned her back to Shad and moved her face away from her hands. The old woman reached out and took a box from her hands and handed it to Shad.
This box was neither made of metal nor wood, and its withered yellow color was actually a rare bone product. After touching the box, Xia De actually felt the pendant on his neck suddenly vibrate.
This did not mean that he had encountered the witch. The proximity of the witch's power would only make the badge heat up. Xia De keenly felt that it was the bone white edge of the badge that was constantly vibrating.
"My little daughter is not being rude, her face was destroyed by Oxenfurt pressing it into boiling water, and she won't see anyone again."
The old corpse lying in the snow said in a hoarse voice. Shade nodded, frowned, opened the flat bone box, and then revealed an expression in the snow:
"You really found the right thing. It can indeed deal with Stone Oxenfurt's immortality, and it can also suppress the thing behind Oxenfurt to a certain extent. Unfortunately, it is not enough."
Inside the box were two long, thin finger bones. The familiar force and the vibration of the badge on his chest told Shade what it was.
This was a part of the body of the original angel, the Angel of Death, and its power was enough to deal with most immortals. Now, Shade understood why the Stone Mirror Demon-God knew that this thing was in the manor, but still did not take it away.
This power is ancient enough, but unfortunately it is not strong enough if it is only two finger bones. Leaving it where it is and using it in the future to control Stone Oxenfurt is certainly better than the devil himself taking the risk of contacting it. The reason why he is unwilling to let the evil god believers take it away is because he is worried that the evil god believers, relying on the guidance of the gods, know how to use this thing to deal with it.
“It’s really a pleasant surprise.”
Xia De muttered to himself and asked the old corpse ghost:
"Where did this come from?"
"My business partner introduced me to a group of tomb robbers from another place, and they sold this to me. They said it was the best amulet for tomb robbing."
This description is quite correct.
"Where did those tomb robbers get these 'amulets'?"
"The Glass City, Mikaela Blast Furnace City. I don't know the exact location, but I know they are from that city."
"The border city between Draerion and Carsenrick?"
Xia De nodded, noted the clue, and then carefully put the bone box into the inner pocket of his coat:
"Then there will come a madness that drives the land away. Stand still here, and no matter what happens, do not move."
He held the soil in his left hand and the flower petals in his right hand. The earth rune he got from the plague merchant was tied to his wrist. As Shade called, the earth holy grail that shone with miraculous light slowly took shape under his hands. At this moment, the darkness was cut by a dazzling ray of sunlight, shining on Shade's body, making him glow in the snowy night.
The Holy Grail sank beneath the snow and soil. As the gushing spiritual energy spread to all parts of the manor, the night was slowly dispelled by the Monday afternoon sun overhead. As the sun gradually enveloped the snow-covered courtyard, the near-real environment created by the memory of the earth and the power of the relics gradually faded away.
The big tree in the yard collapsed, leaving only the dead tree trunk covered by snow, and the dry weeds stretched out from under the snow to the sky, swaying in the wind. The neat iron fence seemed to be destroyed by the power of time in an instant. It was just shabby at first, but now, even the part on the east side has completely collapsed.
Dry vines covered the walls, the swing seat in the yard fell under the snow, and the rope had long since disappeared. Dried black blood had changed the color of the entire door of the mansion, and behind the disappearing glass, the windows were filled with piles of corpses and a dilapidated interior.
The oil painting faded, but time never disappeared, it was just covered up. Everything returned to normal, and the story of Watson Manor finally came to an end.