There was a tense atmosphere in Andrea's ancient castle. All the servants were instructed to stay in their rooms and not to go out at will. The low roars and strange screeches coming from the underground of the castle made people think of hundreds of giant beasts fighting in the bottomless abyss of evil. The sound penetrated the high walls, the floor, and the thick velvet carpet, and reverberated loudly as if it pierced directly into people's brains.
People shivered in their rooms, wrapped in thick blankets or blankets. A strange cold wind had been swirling around the castle for several hours. Even with the thick walls separating them, this unnatural wind still penetrated every room, making the inside of the castle as cold as the outside. Some servants living on the lower floors of the castle even saw phantom snowflakes appearing out of thin air in their rooms. They were moved to the hall on the second floor in horror. This strange phenomenon had never happened in the many horrible things that had happened in this ghostly castle. People thought of the exorcists who had entered the underground to fight against the evil spirit earlier. They knew that the supernatural phenomenon in front of them must have something to do with the fierce battle taking place deep underground.
The cold wind and snowflakes passing through the walls weakened several times, and then became stronger again. People anxiously speculated that these strange phenomena should have something to do with the situation of the battle deep underground. Whether these phenomena strengthened or weakened, it was a comfort to people. At least it proved that the battle below was still going on. The exorcists had not failed, and the battle had entered a stalemate.
For the poor people in this castle, the evil spirit had always been synonymous with invincibility. As long as someone could fight it to a stalemate, it was 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, stood in the courtyard behind the main building. He was wearing a heavy fur coat and covered with a layer of snow. The cold had almost penetrated his bones, but his eyes were still fixed on the door of the chapel.
The zombie-faced butler stood beside him, shivering in the cold, but he still dutifully stood upright and tried to persuade his master. "Master, let's go back to the room. At least it's warmer up there."
"No, wait a little longer," Igor murmured as if he was talking to himself. He looked up at the high wall behind him. The outer wall of the castle was gradually covered with a layer of frost. This had never happened in the past 300 years.
Due to the existence of the vengeful spirit, the castle had always been the most special place in the snowfield. Snowstorms from the outside had never come within a hundred meters of the castle. But now, a blizzard from a twisted nightmare was drifting up from the depths of the earth, gradually freezing the castle. He saw that the thick rocks were covered with large pieces of ice crust, and snowflakes appeared from the ground, circling and covering the outer walls of the fortress as if they had a mind of their own. At the same time, snowflakes were seeping out of the walls and drifting high into the air: it was the heavy snow that had flown out of the room. This incredible phenomenon was reflected in Igor's dark brown eyes. He seemed to see an ancient and powerful soul violently rushing to the surface, and behind this soul, another more powerful thing was chasing it. The more powerful and strange thing had a wonderful melody, light and strange, like a song...
Singing?
Igor shook his head. He knew that the vengeful spirit had invaded his consciousness again. He might have received the scene deep underground through the senses of the vengeful spirit, but what was the matter with the song?
Just when Igor was puzzled, the snowstorm that was pouring down from the bottom to the top suddenly stopped.
"Is it over?" Igor stretched out his frozen hand to catch the snowflakes that were floating back from the sky. The snowflakes passed through his palm like a shadow. The butler beside him asked subconsciously, "Master, who won?"
Igor felt that the voice that had been lingering in his mind for decades was slowly fading away. Since his nightmarish birthday at the age of six, he finally felt an indescribable sense of peace again. "Perhaps... the evil spirit is finally dead."
After a while, he heard a noise coming from the chapel. The butler was subconsciously nervous, but when he saw that it was a human who pushed the door open, he relaxed again.
Hao Ren was surprised to see Igor standing at the door waiting for him. Looking at the thick layer of snow on the old man's body, he probably had been standing at the door of the chapel since the beginning.
"It's all done down there," Hao Ren nodded to Igor. "The... the evil spirit has been captured. We'll take it away."
Igor finally heard the result with his own ears. He was so excited that he wanted to go up and give Hao Ren a hug. However, as soon as he took a step forward, he almost staggered and fell to the ground: the old man's legs were frozen.
"Thank you, thank you... I don't know how to express my gratitude. No one has been able to lift this curse for 300 years. I never thought that the nightmare of the Andrea Family would end in my generation..." Igor trembled as he came to Hao Ren with the help of the middle-aged butler. "I..."
Hao Ren waved his hand at him. "Let's talk about these things later. Now, I have something more important to ask you. Do you still remember the gift your ancestor got from the witch? It's a stone. "
Hao Ren's expression was very serious. He deliberately created a gloomy atmosphere. Igor became nervous when he saw the situation. "Yes... is there something wrong with that stone?"
"It has something to do with the 'curse'," Nangong Sanba said seriously. "Give it to us."
Igor hesitated when he heard this. He quickly calmed down from the joy of breaking the curse. Obviously, the stone meant a lot to him, even more than the 300-year suffering of the Andrea Family. "This... that stone is the foundation of the Andrea Family..."
"Is a stone more important than the curse of the evil spirit?" Becky could not help but mutter.
Igor smiled bitterly. "The ancestor once said that the stone is a gift from the witch. The descendants can enjoy it, but they must not lose or destroy it. Otherwise, they will be punished more severely by the witch. It's not that I don't believe you, but I believe the warning left by the ancestor. After all, we have already been punished by the witch once: the evil spirit."
Hao Ren looked at Vivian, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You left such a big mess back then..."
Vivian turned her head innocently. "What does that have to do with me? People back then were superstitious. A normal sentence would be passed down for three generations. How would I know that they would make such a big deal out of it?"
Igor looked at Hao Ren and Vivian muttering in confusion. The old man could not understand what they were talking about in Chinese. But soon, Hao Ren turned to him. "You mean the witch, right? Then look at the one next to you. "
As he said this, Hao Ren pushed Vivian forward. "This is your family's ancestral witch."
Vivian rolled her eyes. "What do you mean by ancestral..."
Igor was stunned. "... Huh?"
Hao Ren repeated again. Igor shook his head with a dumbfounded expression. "Please don't make this kind of joke. I know that masters have some quirks, but this joke..."
Hao Ren did not waste any more time. He took out the huge portrait from the dimensional pocket. "This is the portrait of the witch we found underground. Your ancestors left it in the crypt. Since two hundred years ago, your family could not enter the crypt, so the portrait inside is still the original version. Look at it yourself. "
Igor was stunned as he watched Hao Ren conjure a portrait out of thin air. Then, he was even more stunned as he looked at the content of the portrait. He could tell at a glance that the frame was indeed authentic, and the decorative style was very similar to the portrait of the witch in the castle. But he still could not believe the content of the portrait — the witch looked exactly the same as the girl in front of him.
"This appearance..." Igor stared at the witch in the portrait and the scorched hole. "This hole..."
Lily scratched her hair in embarrassment (she was now in human form, so she could not wag her tail. She could only scratch her hair). "I accidentally poked it out. That's not the point."
Igor was silent for a long time in front of the portrait. After a fierce struggle in his mind, he was not easily fooled. "I can't believe that the witch would suddenly appear like this... And why didn't this lady just..."
Vivian crossed her arms and looked at Igor. "Because I didn't remember. Who would have thought that the silly boy would become a rich man and his descendants would develop like this? It's okay if you don't believe me. Touch your eyes. "
Igor rubbed his eyes in surprise. "Huh?"
"Your eyes were not dark brown when you were born, but grayish-blue. But after a few months, they will gradually become like this." Vivian had completely remembered what happened in the past. She had found enough evidence to prove her identity. "Do you have a mirror?"
The middle-aged butler silently handed a small hand mirror to Igor. Vivian then snapped her fingers. Igor was shocked to see that his eyes were gradually fading from brown to grayish-blue, which only newborns in the family would have.
"I left this pair of eyes for you," Vivian laughed. "I left a mark on the two followers. Because I have a bad memory, especially in those years, I was afraid that I would forget that they were one of us if I got separated from them. So, I left a mark in their blood."
Lily muttered, "You even forgot that you left a mark. With your memory, there's nothing you can do. Do you know that?"
Vivian was speechless.
Igor looked at his eyes gradually returning to brown. He remembered the teachings about this pair of eyes that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family. He finally realized who was standing in front of him.
The old man suddenly passed out.
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