There is a tense atmosphere in the ancient castle of Andrei. All servants have received instructions and are ordered to stay in their rooms and not to go out at will. The constant low roars and weird screams coming from the underground of the castle are unbearable.
It reminds me of hundreds of giant beasts fighting in the bottomless abyss of evil. The sound penetrates the barriers of high walls, floors and thick velvet carpets, reverberating like a direct piercing into the human brain.
People were shivering and hiding in their rooms, wrapped in thick quilts or blankets. A strange cold wind had been swirling around the castle for several hours. Even with thick walls, this unnatural wind still persisted.
It penetrated every room, making the castle as cold as the outside. Some servants living in the lower floors of the castle even saw phantom-like snowflakes appearing out of thin air in their rooms. They were moved to the hall on the second floor in panic.
Here. This strange phenomenon has never happened among the many horror events that have happened in this haunted castle. People think of those exorcists who went underground to fight evil spirits earlier. They knew about the supernatural phenomena in front of them.
It must be related to the fierce battle taking place deep underground.
The cold wind and snowflakes passing 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-no matter whether these phenomena strengthened or weakened, it was not good for people.
It is a kind of comfort, which at least proves that the battle below is still going on, those exorcists have not failed, and the battle has entered a stalemate stage.
For the poor people in this castle, that evil spirit has always been synonymous with invincibility. As long as someone can fight it to a stalemate, this is a great encouragement to them.
While most people stayed in their rooms and did not dare to go out, Igor, the owner of the castle, was standing in the courtyard behind the main building. He was wrapped in a heavy fur coat and covered with a layer of snowflakes. The cold was almost over.
It was soaked to the bone, but his eyes were still fixed on the door of the chapel.
The zombie-faced butler stood next to him, shivering from the cold, but he still kept upright and tried to persuade his master: "Master, go back to the room, at least it will be warmer up there."
"No, wait a minute." Igor muttered as if talking to himself. He raised his head and glanced at the high wall behind him. The outer wall of the castle was gradually covered with a layer of frost. This has been the case for the past three hundred years.
A sight that has never been seen in years.
Due to the existence of angry spirits, this castle has always been the most special place in the snowfield. The wind and snow from nature outside have never entered within a hundred meters of the castle. However, now, a snowstorm from a twisted nightmare is coming from
Flowing up from deep underground, the fortress was gradually frozen. He saw that the thick rocks were covered with large tracts of ice shells, and numerous snowflakes emerged from the surface, hovering and covering the outer walls of the fortress as if they were conscious.
At the same time, snowflakes continued to seep out from the wall and float high into the sky: they were heavy snow flying out of the room. This incredible phenomenon was reflected in Igor's dark brown eyes, and he seemed to see an ancient and powerful figure.
The soul is rushing towards the surface of the earth violently. And behind this soul, there is another more powerful thing chasing him. That more powerful weird thing has a wonderful melody, light and weird, it seems to be a song...
singing?
Igor shook his head. He knew that the angry spirit had invaded his consciousness just now. He might have received the scene deep underground through the senses of the angry spirit, but what was that singing?
Just when Igor was confused, the blizzard pouring from bottom to top suddenly stopped.
"Is it over?" Igor stretched out his almost frozen hand to catch the snowflakes that were floating back from the sky. The latter penetrated his palm like a shadow, and the housekeeper beside him asked subconsciously: "
Master, who won?"
Igor felt that the voice that had been in his mind for decades was slowly going away. Since that nightmare birthday when he was six years old, he finally felt an indescribable peace again: "Maybe... the evil spirit finally
died."
After a while, he heard a noise coming from the chapel. The housekeeper subconsciously became nervous, but when he saw that it was a human being who came out of the door, he relaxed again.
Hao Ren was surprised to see Igor standing at the door waiting for him. Judging from the thick layer of snowflakes on the old man's body, he must have been standing at the door of the chapel from the beginning and never left.
"Everything is done below," Hao Ren nodded to Igor, "Nu...the evil spirit has been captured and we will take it away."
Igor finally heard the result with his own ears, and he was so excited that he stepped forward to give Hao Ren a hug, but as soon as he took a step forward, he almost staggered and fell to the ground: the old man's legs were frozen solid.
"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 Andre family's nightmare would be ended in my generation..." Egg
With the support of the middle-aged housekeeper, Er came to Hao Ren tremblingly, "I..."
Hao Ren waved his hand to him: "We will talk about these things later. Now I have something more important to ask you - you still remember the gift your ancestor got from the witch, right? A stone."
Hao Ren's expression was very serious, deliberately creating a gloomy atmosphere. When Igor saw this situation, he became nervous: "Yes... is there something wrong with that stone?"
"It's related to the 'curse'," Nangong Sanba stepped forward and said seriously, "Give it to us."
When Igor heard this, he looked hesitant. He quickly calmed down from the joy of breaking the curse. Obviously, the stone meant a lot to him, and it could even overcome the three hundred years of evil spirits haunting the Andre family.
Bitter: "This...that stone is the foundation of the Andre family..."
"Is a stone more important than the curse of an evil spirit?" Betsy couldn't help but mutter.
Igor smiled bitterly: "The ancestors once passed down a saying that the stone was a gift from the witch. Future generations can enjoy it, but it must not be lost or destroyed, otherwise you will be punished more severely by the witch. It's not that I don't believe you.
But I believe more in the warnings left by our ancestors. After all, we have already been punished by the witch once: that evil spirit is..."
Hao Ren looked at Vivian dumbfounded: "What a mess you left back then..."
Vivian turned her head innocently: "What does that have to do with me? People back then were superstitious, and even a normal sentence would be talked about for three generations. Who knew they would do this later?
It’s so mysterious.”
Igor looked at Hao Ren and Vivian muttering in confusion. The old man couldn't understand the Chinese they used. But soon Hao Ren turned to him: "You said witch, right? Then look to the side.
this."
With that said, Hao Ren pushed Vivian forward: "This is the witch passed down from your family's ancestors."
Vivian rolled her eyes: "What is ancestral..."
Igor was stunned: "...ah?"
Hao Ren repeated it again, and Igor shook his head as expected, with a dumbfounded expression: "Please don't make such a joke. I know that all masters have some quirks, but this joke..."
Hao Ren didn't talk nonsense, but took out the huge portrait from his portable space: "This is the portrait of the witch that your ancestors left in the underground palace that we found underground. Since two hundred years ago, your family's portrait has
People can't enter the underground palace, so the portraits there are still the original versions - you can see for yourself."
Igor watched in amazement as Hao Ren conjured a painting out of thin air, and then looked even more dumbfounded at the contents of the painting. He could tell at a glance that the photo frame was indeed authentic and dated, and the decoration style was very similar to the portrait of the witch in the castle.
It was similar, but he still couldn't believe the content in the portrait - the witch looked exactly like the girl in front of him.
"This appearance..." Igor stared at the witch in the portrait and the hole with burnt marks, "This hole..."
Lily scratched her hair in embarrassment (now she is in human form, so she can't wag her tail and can only scratch her hair): "I accidentally poked it out. This is not the point."
Igor was silent in front of the portrait for a long time. After a fierce ideological struggle, he was still not easily fooled: "I can't easily believe that the witch would suddenly appear like this...and why didn't this lady directly tell her at the beginning?"
…”
Vivian crossed her arms and glanced at Igor: "Because I didn't think about it. Who would have thought that that stupid boy would become a rich man, and his descendants would develop like this. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, just have a look.
own eyes."
Igor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "Huh?"
"Your eyes were not dark brown when you were born, but grey-blue, but they will gradually turn into what they are now after a few months of birth." Vivian had completely remembered what happened back then, and she found enough proof.
Something about your own identity, “Do you have a mirror?”
The middle-aged housekeeper next to him silently handed a small hand mirror to Igor's hand. Vivian then snapped her fingers. Igor was shocked to see that his eyes were gradually fading away from the brown color, turning into the look of only the family.
Only newborns will appear grey-blue.
"I left these eyes for you," Vivian laughed. "I left a mark on those two followers: because my memory was bad, especially in those years, I was afraid of talking to those two boys.
After getting separated, when we meet again, we forget that they are our own people, so it leaves a mark in their blood."
Lily muttered beside her: "It turns out that you even forgot about leaving a mark - with your memory, it's useless for anything, you know?"
Vivian: "..."
Igor watched as his eyes gradually returned to brown. He remembered the admonitions about these eyes that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family, and finally realized what kind of person was standing in front of him.
The old man suddenly passed away (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!