Chapter 487 This World Is so Small

The longer he got to know this bat spirit, the more Hao Ren felt that this girl was a miracle condensed by the malice of the universe. The facts that happened before him made him believe this even more:

Vivian herself was very poor, but the bat she lost became a spirit and made her rich. The landlord next to her made a billion dollars working for God, and even a piece of broken stone she gave to her follower was with it. Several tons of gold gave birth to the Andre family - this girl is simply a mobile auspicious person. When used properly, she can make the homes of those around her safe and prosperous at the expense of her misfortune.

Of course, there are very few times when this auspiciousness has a positive effect. Most of the time, she is better at making people around her as unlucky as she is. Guys who are with her are prone to walking, losing money, drinking water, and stuffing their teeth after sneezing if they are not resistant. The molars were all cramped - the Romans and Egyptians back then both had something to say about this, and Hao Ren felt that even the Trojans could throw the blame on this auspicious bat spirit: who allowed her to run in both directions in the city of Troy? As a thug.

Perhaps the Andre family belongs to the group with subtle resistance: they obtained astonishing wealth from the gifts left by Vivian, but by the way, they were tortured by a deadly evil spirit for three hundred years. Years of trouble may have far exceeded the value of those few tons of gold.

Lily patted Vivian on the shoulder, not missing any opportunity to provoke the bat: "Your trumpet is better than you, and now even your teammates' trumpets are better than you. I am thinking about you." The greatest value in this life is probably to support various trumpets."

"Is this a space storage device?" Hao Ren stepped forward curiously and picked up the triangular gadget. His fingers quickly traced its edges, and the space opening was closed: it seemed that even after such a long time , its operation remains responsive.

The data terminal floated over and studied it: "It should be said that it has the function of space storage, but this module only accounts for one-third of its volume. The remaining part is in standby mode, and it seems that it must resonate with other devices to generate Function, the machine scans its structure just like a wireless device."

"Another stone..." Hao Ren looked up at Vivian, "Where is the other stone now?"

Vivian shrugged: "I don't know. Now I only know that my younger brother No. 1 has become the ancestor of the Andre family, but I don't know whether my younger brother No. 2 is dead or alive. The other 'stone' and your hand This one looks different, and it may not bring wealth to the holder. Brother No. 2 may not be as lucky as Andre... He may have died in the ice and snow of Siberia."

"Do you know?" Hao Ren turned to look at Igor and roughly told the story of the two humans living in Siberia with Vivian. "There should be two people who followed the witch back then. Apart from your ancestors, There was another guy and he got a 'rock' too."

Originally, Hao Ren didn't have much hope, but Igor actually nodded: "...a mysterious man living in St. Petersburg. He should be a descendant of the man you mentioned."

Hao Ren was a little surprised: "Mysterious man?"

"For three hundred years, the Andrei family has always had intermittent contact with another hermit family." Igor grabbed the buttons on his chest. This seemed to be his habitual action when he was thinking about a problem or slightly nervous, "We We don't know what the other person's actual situation is, whether they are poor or rich. This intermittent connection has been passed down from our ancestors. We exchange some sporadic recent information, such as whether the family members are healthy, and whether there is some kind of "dark power". Signs of loss of control... I dare not say much other than that. The letters are very cryptic, and sometimes even we ourselves are not sure of the contents of the letters - this is to prevent triggering the curse of evil spirits. And no matter what time, the other party will only send A representative exchanged letters with the Andre family, and everything we know about that reclusive family is limited to that one person, so I say it's 'a' mysterious person."

"Why is it so troublesome?" Nangong Wuyue was a little confused, "Why not directly contact each other head-on? Since we are all descendants of the witch's servants, there is no need to be so secretive with each other, right?"

"They are also troubled by another curse, which may be related to the content of their curse," Igor spread his hands. "This is a habit left by our ancestors. Although our respective ancestors worked together three hundred years ago, in that terrible time After the curse took effect, our ancestors chose to isolate themselves from each other. After that, the descendants did not know the reason, but they just followed the instructions carefully. There are evil spirits pressing on their heads, so they must be careful in everything they do."

Igor then fetched a large pile of letters from another small room nearby: "This is what we communicate."

Now that the evil spirits in the castle have been expelled, Igor is finally no longer afraid that these things will offend any evil forces.

The letters were carefully preserved, old and new, and the yellowing and weathering of the paper showed that they came from a wide range of eras. Even the coat of arms of Catherine's period can be seen on the oldest stationery. Hao Ren randomly took out one letter from it and found that it contained obscure code words and metaphors: "...Distant friend, my current situation is stable. The voice of darkness has never left, but it has never spread from nightmares to the outside. This year is more complicated than in previous years. It's hard, and the wind in the Northland carries an ominous breath. Two of the younger members of the family may not survive this winter: their bodies are gradually becoming empty, and an unspeakable darkness is replacing their souls. Maybe next month I'm not sure if they are still themselves under their skins..."

Hao Ren took out another letter. It was written more than ten years ago and seemed to be sent from St. Petersburg: "...To my friends from far away, please allow me to introduce myself. I am August, and I will be with you on behalf of my father." Continue to contact. My father has left this world of suffering, and the nightmare has finally left him. I hope that the dark force will not continue to entangle his soul in another world. My current situation is a bit bad, that thirsty voice It started ringing during the day, but that may be because I'm not skilled enough..."

Hao Ren randomly picked out a few letters and found that they were mostly obscure and dubious. These letters mention the evil spirits that haunt them in a very cautious way, and try not to go into too much detail about their situation. The deep fear of the writers can be seen between the lines. But when Hao Ren looked at them, he only felt that they were inconsistent. He asked Vivian: "How many angry spirits are there in total?"

"One," Vivian pointed to her feet, "the one we just got."

Nangong Wuyue frowned: "If there is only one angry spirit, then this one named August, what is his family entangled with?"

"Then we can only find out if we find him," Hao Ren held up the last letter, which was written a few months ago. "At least we have his contact address. Just go find him and get the stone back. Igor, Can you help me connect?"

Igor rubbed his hands and showed a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Maybe I can write a letter...but other than that, I'm afraid it won't be of much help. August and I have relied solely on these obscure and incomprehensible words for more than ten years. Through correspondence, we know very little about each other's families, and we can't talk about any personal friendship: Due to the prohibition passed down from our ancestors, people from our two families dare not even meet. But if the witch reveals her identity in front of him, , it should still be useful.”

Vivian doesn't think so: "You can't place all your hopes on this. The other party may not be the same as you..."

At this time, Nangong Sanba suddenly interrupted: "Wait a moment, let me confirm - Igor, the August you are talking about lives in St. Petersburg? Is his full name August Futori?" Yakleikih?”

Igor nodded in surprise: "Yes, you know?"

May looked at him in surprise: "Brother, do you know this person?"

"This world is really not big," Nangong Sanba grinned, "August, I helped him perform a calming ceremony three years ago. He is a lonely man who lives in an old house outside St. Petersburg. He is in his forties or fifty. age."

Everyone at the scene was immediately surprised. Igor felt that this drama was unbelievable. He eagerly asked about the situation of another family that had served the witch: "How is the situation of the Lekihe family? Their family..."

"Family? They don't have a family anymore," Nangong Sanba shook his head, "Just as Vivian was worried, the other party is different from you: August is an old man living alone in the suburbs, with no relatives or friends. I am with him I didn’t see anything related to the witch in his old house. I’m afraid this family has declined to the last stage. It’s hard to say whether he still knows about the witch.”

Igor opened his eyes wide, and finally all his emotions turned into a long sigh.