Nangong Wuyue felt an itch in her spine when she saw Nangong Sanba taking out the Chinese herbal tonic gift bag. She slapped her brother on the shoulder and said, "Brother, do you believe that I will slap you with my tail right now if the occasion is different?"
Nangong Sanba did not respond. "What about me? You don't know how much people with anal fissures need this thing …"
Hao Ren silently pressed Nangong Sanba's shoulder. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw an old car coming from the corner of his eye. What a coincidence! Ogyust had come home.
"Put away your Chinese herbal gift bag. Maybe the old man will get angry and kill you again." Hao Ren pursed his lips. "Let's play it by ear. First, let's see if Ogyust knows about the legend of the witch. If the legend of the witch of the Rakikh family has been lost, we'll 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 in front of his house. He honked twice. Hao Ren guessed that there must be a pair of vigilant and nervous eyes watching him from behind the sunscreen. Then, the car came to a stop, and an old man in his fifties with white hair and a thick woolen coat opened the door. He looked at the strangers in front of his house, his face full of vigilance and undisguised repulsion. "Who are you people?"
"Mr. Ogyust," Nangong Sanba greeted him warmly. "It's me. These are my colleagues, experts in mysticism and witchcraft. We're here to discuss some spells and mystical knowledge with you."
"I have nothing to say," Ogyust said with a straight face. He did not hide the disgust in his eyes. He raised his voice and said, "God, why can't an old man living alone live a normal life for a few days?"
Vivian had been studying the dried wild vegetables and animal pelts hanging on the wall outside the wooden hut. She turned around when she heard that the conversation behind her was not going well. "Aren't you being harassed by the evil spirit? Maybe we can … Hmm?"
Vivian was stunned when she saw Ogyust. She seemed to remember something. Ogyust's reaction was even more intense when he saw Vivian. His eyes widened and he made a strange gurgling sound as if someone was strangling his throat. Then, his whole body trembled uncontrollably!
The old man staggered a few steps back, looking as if he was about to turn and run. Vivian struggled to make sense of the name in her mind. "Pavel? How did you survive until now? "
"Pavel..." Ogyust staggered and finally collapsed to the ground. He looked up at the sky. "Pavel... I haven't heard anyone call me that for three centuries... Mistress, have you finally come to retrieve your things?"
"How is this possible..." Vivian was stunned. "Are you the one who has been in touch with the Andrea Family?"
Hao Ren quickly guessed the truth from this inexplicable conversation. He looked at the trembling old man in disbelief. Lily reacted faster. She quickly pulled the old man up and together with Nangong Sanba, supported the old man who looked like he was about to faint. They walked to the door of the hut and said, "Stop talking. Let's find a warm place to talk."
The wooden hut was very clean, but there was a sense of obsolescence everywhere. Although there were modern appliances and daily necessities, they were stacked together with the simple wooden tables and chairs. It gave people a strange sense of time and space.
A bust of Alexander I was hung under the head of Lenin. Silver candlesticks from the Czarist era were placed next to bronze sculptures of Soviet rockets. In the old-fashioned mud-brick fireplace, firewood crackled, and a metal lunchbox from the Red Army era was heating vegetable soup in the morning. This was an old house with time reversed. Many things in the house were older than the house itself.
This was the humble abode of a loner who had lived for three centuries.
Three hundred years ago, the Witch left two stones for her two human followers, changing the fate of the two ordinary exiles, allowing them to walk on an inconceivable and completely different life. The careless witch had no idea what kind of consequences her casual actions had brought to the two people.
One of the servants received incredible wealth, the other an incredible immortal body.
And the price they paid for it was the same: a nightmare that haunted them for the rest of their lives.
"Every 60 years, I 'die' in an acute internal hemorrhage. After that, I sleep for three to ten days. When I wake up, I return to the state I was in when I first came into contact with the stone: a strong, twenty-two-year-old body." August Ftoriak Lekikh, or Pavel, sat on a wicker chair wrapped in a heavy blanket. His body was hunched, as if he had been crushed by the cold winter of life. "I don't know what happened to my body, but I know it must be some kind of curse. It keeps me alive for a long time and the crazy voice in my head will never stop."
August lowered his head and grabbed his sparse hair. "I tried several times to put an end to it. Once I even pointed a gun at my head, but in the end, I couldn't make up my mind. Come back from the dead, come back from the dead... Until today. "
Vivian looked at her former servant. Her memory finally worked for once. She could still vaguely recall his youthful appearance from his fifty-year-old face. "Have you been in contact with Andrei's descendants? So, they could only receive a letter from one person in the Lekikh family. You don't have a family? And no offspring? "
"In the first two cycles of resurrection, I married twice." August shook his head. "But soon I found that it only brought me trouble. I had to find a way to hide my immortal body because even my family couldn't understand this phenomenon. My second wife accidentally discovered the secret of my resurrection. She was horrified and told the church. I was almost burned as a wizard. Since then, I tried to stay away from people as much as possible. I kept moving and trying to hide my secret. I even tried to disguise myself as my own son. It worked when the household registration system was not so perfect. The first hundred years were difficult, but I got used to this way of life. The census and identification system were troublesome. I lived in the mountains during the Stalin era and almost became a savage. During that period, I lost contact with Andrei's family. But thank God, after that, everything began to improve. Life is like this, ups and downs. I used to think that the world was unchanging and boring, but after living long enough, I found that the speed of change was incredible. "
"You played the role of your own descendant again and again, or changed your identity to keep in touch with Andrei's descendants, but not too close." Vivian sighed. "Are you worried about them? Are you worried that they will be interested in your immortal body and even put you in danger? "
"There are some concerns in this regard," Ogyust said in a low voice. "After realizing that Andrea had died of old age and that every generation of his descendants was an unpredictable stranger to me, I chose to keep my secret cautiously. But this is not the main reason why I estranged myself from the Andrea family. The main reason is that voice."
As August said, he pointed to his head. "It's here, and it rings every night. It urges me to go to Siberia and let the two cursed stones reunite. The dark force was divided into two by the mistress, and it desperately wants to come back together. I'm not sure if it's attached to the stone or to me. I can't imagine what will happen if I really go to the Andrei family and let the two dark forces merge into one... It may fully recover and break through the mistress's seal. The power of mortals is no match for that monster. "
Hao Ren looked at Vivian in surprise. "Divided into two? You cut the vengeful spirit open? "
"Don't be ridiculous. The vengeful spirit is not tofu." Vivian gave Hao Ren a sideways glance. "It may be part of the vengeful spirit's obsession left on the other stone. In any case, Pavel's choice to isolate himself from the Andrei family was the right one. Once that obsession returns to Siberia, it may cause the seal to be destroyed prematurely. Pavel, bring me the stone. "
August got up shakily and obediently served his mistress as he used to. But he still muttered, "You'd better call me August... I've been calling myself this all these years. I'm not used to 'Pavel' anymore."
After August went into the inner room, Lily could not help but look at Vivian and sighed. "Look at the mess you left behind."
Vivian was speechless.
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