Chapter 489 Look at the Mess You Left Behind

Looking at the traditional Chinese medicine nourishing gift pack that Nangong Sanba took out, Nangong Wuyue felt that her whole spine was itching. She slapped her brother on the shoulder: "Brother, believe it or not, if you want to change the situation, I will slap you away now." you?"

Nangong Sanba hadn't reacted yet: "What's wrong with me...you don't know how much people with anal fissures need this thing..."

Hao Ren silently pressed Nangong Sanba's shoulders. He was about to say something when he suddenly saw an old-fashioned car coming from the corner of his eye from the lane: What a coincidence, August is going home now.

"Put away your gift bag of traditional Chinese medicine. The old man may become so angry after seeing this stuff that he will die with you." Hao Ren curled his lips, "We will act according to the situation later. First, we can test whether August knows about the witch. Legend has it that if the legend of the witch in the Lekihe family has been lost, we will find a way to solve his evil spirit curse."

The classic car drove bumpily along the path into a yard surrounded by thorns and bushes. The owner of the car had obviously noticed a group of strangers at the door of his house. He pressed the horn twice. Hao Ren guessed There should be a pair of alert and nervous eyes scrutinizing yourself behind the car window with the sun film on it. Then the car stopped, and an old man in his late fifties, wearing a thick woolen coat and slightly bald with white hair, opened the car door. He looked at the stranger at the door, his face full of vigilance and undisguised rejection: "Who are you?"

"Mr. August," Nangong Sanba greeted him enthusiastically, "it's me - these are my colleagues, experts who are accomplished in occultism and witchcraft. We came to you to discuss some matters related to spells and witchcraft." Matters of occult knowledge.”

"I have nothing to say," August said with a straight face and did not hide the disgust in his eyes. He raised his voice, "God, why can't an old man living alone be allowed to live a normal and quiet life for a few days?" day!"

Vivian had been studying the dried wild vegetables and animal skins hanging on the outer wall of the wooden house with great interest. When she heard that the negotiation behind her seemed a bit unsatisfactory, she turned her head: "Aren't you always troubled by evil spirits? Well, maybe we can... hmm?"

Vivian was stunned for a moment when she saw August, as if she was remembering something. August's reaction after seeing Vivian was even more violent: his eyes widened for an instant, as if someone was strangling him by the throat. It also made a weird "gurgling" sound, and then the whole body couldn't help but tremble!

The old man staggered back a few steps, looking as if he was about to turn around and run away. At this time, Vivian finally struggled to register the number in her mind: "Paul? Have you lived until now?"

"Paul..." August staggered two steps, and finally collapsed on the ground. He looked at the sky with vacant eyes, "Paul...I haven't heard anyone call me that for three centuries...Mistress , have you finally come to get your things back?"

"How is this possible..." Vivian was stunned, "Is it you who has always been in contact with the Andre family?"

Hao Ren quickly guessed the truth of the matter from this inexplicable conversation. He looked at the trembling old man in disbelief. Lily reacted faster. She quickly stepped forward and pulled the old man up, and supported Nangong Sanba together. The old man who was about to slap him came to the door of the house: "Stop talking about it now, go inside and find a warm place to talk in detail."

The wooden house is very clean, but there is a sense of antiquity everywhere. Although modern electrical appliances and daily necessities can be seen here, those things are piled together with the simple and rustic wooden tables and chairs. It gives people a wonderful sense of time and space.

The bust of Alexander I is hung below the head of Lenin. Next to the bronze sculpture of a Soviet rocket is a silver candlestick from the Tsarist period. In the old-fashioned mud brick fireplace, firewood is crackling, and on the fireplace are red army-era A metal lunch box is heating the vegetable soup left over from the morning - this is an old house that has been turned upside down in time, and many things in the house are older than this house.

This is the humble abode of a solitary man who has lived for three centuries.

Three hundred years ago, the witch left two stones for her two human followers, which changed the fate of the two ordinary exiles and led them to embark on an incredible and completely different life. The careless witch had no idea what consequences her careless actions would bring to those two people.

One servant received incredible wealth, and one servant received incredible immortality.

And the price they pay for this is the same: a nightmare that haunts them throughout their lives.

"Every time I turn sixty, I will 'die' from an acute internal hemorrhage, and then I will sleep for three to ten days. When I wake up again, I will return to the state when I first came into contact with the stone: a strong twenty-two-year-old "Body," August Vtorya Krekikh, or Paul, was wrapped in a heavy blanket and sitting on a wicker chair, his whole body hunched, as if he had been struck down physically and mentally by the cold winter of life, "I I don’t know what happened to my body, but I know it must be some kind of curse: it keeps me alive for so long, entangled with that crazy voice in my head.”

August lowered his head and grabbed his sparse hair with his hands: "I tried several times to end all this. Once I even pointed the gun at my own head, but in the end I still couldn't make up my mind. Resurrection from the dead , came back to life...and the cycle continues to this day."

Vivian looked at her former servant, and her memory finally worked for once. From the fifty-year-old face, she could still vaguely remember what he looked like when he was young: "It has always been you and Andre's descendants who are connected. ?So they can only receive letters from one person in Lekih's 'family' - you don't have a family? And you don't have any descendants?"

"In the first two resurrection cycles, I got married twice," August shook his head, "but I soon discovered that this could only bring trouble, and I had to find a way to hide my immortality. , 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, and I was almost burned as a wizard. Since then I have tried my best to Staying away from people, constantly moving, trying to hide my secrets. I also tried to pretend to be my own son, which worked well in the era when the household registration system was not so perfect... The first hundred years were difficult, but then I became familiar with it. A way of life. Census and identity systems are quite troublesome. I lived in the mountains and forests during the entire Stalin era and almost became a savage. During that period, I lost contact with Andrei’s family, but thank God, everything changed after that. It's starting to get better. Life is like this, with ups and downs. I used to find the world boring and unchanging, but after living long enough, I found that the speed of change is simply incredible."

"You just act like your descendant or change your identity again and again, keeping in touch with Andre's descendants, but not getting too close," Vivian sighed, "You don't trust them? Are you worried that they will have trouble with them?" Does your immortality take an interest in you and even put you in danger?"

"I have some concerns in this regard," August said in a low voice. "After realizing that Andre has died of old age, and that each generation of his descendants are elusive strangers to me, I chose carefully. Keep your secrets, but that’s not the main reason why I remain estranged and isolated from the Andre family, the main reason is that voice.”

August said, pointing to his head: "It is here, and it rings every night. It urges me to go to Siberia to reunite the two cursed stones. The dark power was divided by the mistress Second, it desperately wants to get together. I'm not sure whether it is attached to that stone or me, and I can't even imagine that once I really go to Andre's house, the two dark forces will merge into one. What will happen...it may fully revive and break through the seal of the mistress, and mortal power will not be able to fight against that monster."

Hao Ren glanced at Vivian in surprise: "Split into two? Did you cut that angry spirit in half?"

"Don't be ridiculous, the angry spirit is not a tofu," Vivian glanced at Hao Ren, "Maybe it's part of the obsession of the angry spirit that remains on another stone. In any case, Paul chose to isolate himself from the Andre family. That's right, once that obsession returns to Siberia, it is indeed possible that the seal will be destroyed in advance - Paul, bring that stone."

August stood up tremblingly and served his mistress as obediently as before, but he still muttered: "You should call me August...I have been called this name these years, and Not used to 'Paul' anymore."

After August walked into the back room, Lily couldn't help but look at Vivian and sighed: "Look at the mess you left back then."

Vivian: "..."