Pierto groaned in pain a few times before he struggled to open his eyes. What caught his eye was Li Mengyue's face, and this guy couldn't help but shout in horror: "Devil, that beautiful woman is the devil." Help me! ”

"It's noisy!" Lin Zhiyan felt annoyed and kicked him in the throat. Poor Pirto clutched his neck, and all he could say was a hoarse scream.

However, this also made him notice Lin Zhiyan's appearance, her pupils dilated violently, and she couldn't say anything when she pointed at her, so she had to gesture uncomfortably.

I poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, and Pilto drank it and finally regained his ability to speak. He still looked at Lin Zhiyan without blinking.

"Haven't seen a beautiful woman?" Lin Zhiyan glared at him angrily. I'm also a little baffled, this Pilto can't be love at first sight with an old woman, right? The vision is bad enough.

"No, no, I've seen you!" But his next words shocked everyone.

I frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?" You said you knew me, and you said you had seen her. Where exactly have you seen us? ”

"At home." Pierto stammered a little, and he found it difficult to explain: "I've seen pictures of both of you at home." ”

"Your home? Is it a thousand-year-old castle on a ridge hundreds of miles away? I asked.

"It's there!"

Lin Zhiyan and I looked at each other: "Where can there be a photo of the two of us?" When have you seen it? ”

"Not long ago, on the 29th of last month, I was going to clean up the castle. I found a picture of three people, two of whom were you. Pitto replied in a muffled voice.

"August 29, three people?" I motioned to the old woman to show him Yang Junfei's photo: "The third person, is it this man?" ”

Unexpectedly, Pierto suddenly jumped up: "He, that's him." ”

Lin Zhiyan and I were very surprised, why was he so excited? The guy said, "I dream of him every night, every night, every night, as long as I go back to the castle, I can see this man when I close my eyes. ”

I scratched my nose in surprise, Yang Junfei in his dream? This is so unbelievable, the old man obviously snatched the items in the hundred-year-old package, and the current owner of the castle dreamed of him as soon as he returned to the castle. If there is no connection between them, I'm afraid even an idiot won't believe it.

"Pirto, you're the last member of the Rogard family, aren't you? What exactly did your ancestor John Rogard cram into the centennial package in 1918? "I'm half-truthing about his words.

Pirto's whole body trembled: "It's a calamity." ”

"Calamity?" I blinked, not understanding: "There was a prophetic poem written in the inner package, which mentioned that a hundred years of calm, a storm is about to sweep the world. When the package is opened, the castle withers, and Pandora's treasure box will be opened again. That thing is the calamity in your mouth? ”

"Yes, it's a calamity." Pierto nodded dejectedly, as if he thought I knew everything, and simply said: "The man in the photo is in danger." ”

"Dangerous, life-threatening?" Lin Zhiyan and I were stunned, deeply troubled by his leaping thinking. Yang Junfei, is there really an accident?

"It's a terrible danger. Based on the prophecy passed down by his ancestors a hundred years ago, I guess he must have obtained the sealed object in the package. I'm afraid that he will instantly merge with my family's castle, and a terrible disaster is brewing! Pierto paused: "It's likely to be a disaster that will destroy the world!" ”

"Is it that serious?" We gasped in fright at his words: "What is your so-called calamity?" ”

"I don't know, you went into my house a few days ago and encountered something unusual, right?" Pierto asked suddenly.

"How do you know?" I stared at him sharply, my eyes unkind: "So you brought us in?" ”

"It's not me, it's the castle." Pierto shook his head: "It's just that I'm following you and the little girl." ”

The little girl he was referring to turned out to be Xue Qian. I didn't expect the common saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind it, and it really happened to a string of us.

"The castle was activated by the Calamity, causing a series of unbelievable chemical reactions. My uncle's family has already been killed by it, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it breaks through the constraints of the castle, and more people will die by then. Fear appeared on the guy's face: "Someone has to stop it, I saw that the castle has been targeting you, and suddenly I thought, maybe you can do it." ”

Pierto looked at me with a sincere look in his eyes. In the face of such a dramatic development, I suddenly realized that there was a lot of information. This, how did he become the savior in his mouth? No matter how narcissistic I am, I don't agree with it.

Seeing that I was looking at myself with idiotic eyes, Pierto scratched his head: "I know you don't trust me, I can explain it." It all started in 1918! ”

A lot happened in 1918, but before a sudden catastrophe, nothing was worth mentioning.

At that time, there was an inexplicable outbreak of influenza that swept the world, killing about 50 million to 100 million people. This number is far higher than the total number of people who have died from AIDS over the years, but the pandemic, known as the "global plague of the century," has also brought about tremendous changes in medical research, talent training, and the entire field of natural science research in the United States.

The most conservative estimate of the death toll from that flu was 21 million, when the global population was less than one-third of what it is today. But the figure of 21 million is far from accurate. The death toll is at least as high as 100 million.

In 1918, as a Navy Lieutenant Commander, Paul Lee, who was already an American citizen and had a doctorate in medicine? Rogard, also known as Pierto's great-great-great-grandfather, fought in the First World War. He never seemed to have adapted to military life, and his uniform often made him uneasy, but he was a warrior through and through, a warrior who fought to the death.

However, in mid-September 1918, death appeared to him in an unprecedented posture. The courtyard of the Philadelphia hospital was filled with rows and rows of patients, many covered in blood and dying in horrific and strange conditions.

The blood is not the result of trauma, most of it is nosebleeds. Some sailors also coughed up blood, others bleed from their ears. Some people coughed very badly, and autopsies after death showed that the violent coughing even caused tears in their abdominal muscles and costal cartilage. There were also many people who had been afflicted with fever and talking nonsense from excruciating pain, and almost all those who were able to communicate complained of headaches, as if someone had been desperately trying to hammer a wedge into their head behind their eyes. They also felt that their bodies were in such severe pain that their bones were about to break.

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