Tension prevailed in the castle of André, and all the servants were instructed to stay in their rooms and not to go out at will. The muffled roar and eerie screeching sound that emanated from beneath the castle reminded of hundreds of behemoths fighting in the depths of the abyss of evil, the sound reverberating through the walls and floors and the heavy velvet carpet as if they were piercing the human brain.

Shivering in their rooms, wrapped in heavy quilts or blankets, an eerie cold wind had been circling all over the castle for hours, and even though there were thick walls, it still penetrated every room, making the castle as cold as it was outside. Some of the servants who lived on the lower floors of the castle were even moved to the hall on the second floor in terror when they saw phantom snowflakes appear out of thin air in their rooms. This strange phenomenon has not happened in many horrors that have happened in this damn castle, and people think of the exorcists who went underground to fight the evil spirits earlier, and they know that the supernatural phenomenon in front of them must be related to the fierce battle that is taking place deep underground.

The cold wind and snowflakes that passed through the walls weakened a few times and then intensified again, and there was a worrying speculation that these strange phenomena had something to do with the fighting situation deep underground—whether they strengthened or weakened, it was a comfort to the people, and at least proved that the battle was going on, that the exorcists were not defeated, and that the battle was in a stalemate.

To the poor people of this castle, the evil spirit has always been synonymous with invincibility, as long as anyone can fight it to a stalemate. This is a great encouragement to them.

While most people were confined to their rooms and afraid to go out, Igor, the owner of the castle, stood in the courtyard behind the main building. He was covered in a heavy fur coat and covered with a layer of snowflakes. The cold was almost soaking through his bone marrow, but his eyes were still fixed on the door of the chapel.

The zombie-faced butler stood beside him, shivering from the cold, but he dutifully kept his upright, and tried to admonish his master: "Master, go back to your room, at least it will be warmer up there." ”

"No, wait." Igor muttered as if to himself. He glanced up at the high wall behind him, the outer walls of the castle were gradually covering with a layer of frost. This is a sight not to have been seen in the last three hundred years.

Due to the presence of the wrath, the castle has always been one of the most special places in the snowfield, and the wind and snow from the natural world outside have never entered the radius of the castle within a hundred meters of the castle, but now, a blizzard from some twisted nightmare is drifting up from the depths of the ground, gradually freezing the fortress. He saw that the heavy rocks were covered with large crusts of ice, and that snowflakes were emerging from the surface and swirling as if consciously covering the outer walls of the fortress. At the same time, snowflakes seeped out of the walls and drifted high into the sky: it was a heavy snow flying out of the room. This strange phenomenon was reflected in Igor's dark brown eyes, as if he saw an ancient and powerful soul rushing violently towards the surface. And behind this soul there was another, more powerful thing chasing him, that even more powerful monstrous thing with a wonderful melody, light and eerie, as if it were a song......

Song?

Igor shook his head. He knew that it was the angry spirit that had invaded his consciousness just now, and that he might have received the scene deep underground through the senses of the angry spirit, but what was the matter with the song?

Just when Igor was confused. The blizzard that poured from the bottom up suddenly stopped.

"It's over?" Igor stretched out his frozen hand to pick up the snowflakes that were drifting back from the sky. The latter penetrated his palm like a shadow, and the butler beside him subconsciously asked, "Master." Who won? ”

Igor felt the voice that had been entrenched in his head for decades slowly fading, and since that nightmarish birthday at the age of six, he finally felt an indescribable peace again: "Perhaps...... The evil spirit is finally dead. ”

After a while, he heard a noise coming from the chapel, and the butler 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 snowflakes on the old man's body, it is estimated that he has stood at the door of the chapel from the beginning and has never left.

"It's all done below," Hao Ren nodded to Igor, "angry...... The evil spirit has been caught, and we will take it away. ”

Igor finally heard the result with his own ears, and immediately wanted to step forward to give Hao Ren a hug, but as soon as he took a step, he almost staggered to the ground: the old man's legs were frozen.

"Thank you, thank you...... I don't even know how to say thank you, no one has been able to lift this curse for three hundred years, I never thought that the nightmare of the Andrei family would end in my generation......" Igor came to Hao Ren tremblingly with the support of the middle-aged butler, "I ......"

Hao Ren waved his hand at him: "I'll talk about these things later, and now I have more important things to ask you - you still remember the gift your ancestors received from the witch, right?" A stone. ”

Hao Ren's expression was very strict, deliberately creating an eerie atmosphere, and Igor really became nervous when he saw this situation: "Yes...... What's wrong with that stone? ”

"It's related to 'curse'," Nangong Sanba stepped forward and said sternly, "Give it to us." ”

Igor really showed a hesitant look when he heard this, and he quickly calmed down from the joy of the curse being broken, obviously that the stone meant a lot to him, and could even overwhelm the suffering of the Andrei family for three hundred years: "This ...... That stone is the foundation of Andrei's family......"

"Is a stone heavier than the curse of the evil spirit?" Betsy couldn't help but mutter.

Igor smiled bitterly: "The ancestor once passed down a sentence, that stone is a gift from the witch, and future generations can enjoy it, but it must not be lost or destroyed, otherwise it will be punished more severely by the witch - I don't believe your words, but I believe the warning left by the ancestor more, after all, we have been punished by the witch once: the evil spirit is." ”

Hao Ren looked at Vivian with tears and laughter: "What a mess did you leave back then......

Vivien turned her head innocently: "What does that have to do with me - people back then were superstitious, and no matter how normal a sentence was, they were talked about by gods for three generations, how did I know that they would make this matter so mysterious later." ”

Igor looked at Hao Ren and Vivian muttering in confusion, and the old man couldn't understand the Chinese they used. But soon Hao Ren turned to him: "You said the witch, right?" Look at the guy next to you. ”

As he spoke, Hao Ren pushed Vivien forward: "This is your family's ancestral witch." ”

Vivien rolled her eyes: "What is an ancestral ......?"

Igor was stunned: "...... Yes? ”

Hao Ren repeated it again, and Igor really shook his head, with a crying and laughing expression: "Please don't make this kind of joke, I know that masters have some quirks, but this joke ......"

Hao Ren didn't talk nonsense, but took out the huge portrait from the carry-on space: "This is the witch portrait we found underground, left by your ancestors in the underground palace." Since two hundred years ago, no one from your family has been able to enter the dungeon, so the portrait inside is still the original version - see for yourself. ”

Igor watched in amazement as Hao Ren conjured a painting out of thin air, and then looked even more dumbfounded at the contents of the portrait. He could see at a glance that the frame was indeed an authentic old one, and that the decoration was very similar to the portrait of the witch in the castle, but he still couldn't believe what the portrait was about—the witch really looked like the girl in front of him.

"This ......" Igor glared at the witch in the portrait and the hole with scorch marks, "this hole ......"

Lily scratched her hair embarrassedly (now that she's in human form, she can't wag her tail but scratch her hair): "I accidentally poked it out, that's not the point." ”

Igor was silent in front of the portrait for a long time, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he was still not fooled: "I can't believe that the witch would suddenly appear like this...... And why didn't this young lady ...... directly in the first place"

Vivien glanced at Igor with her hands on her chest: "Because I didn't think about it, who would have thought that the stupid boy would become a rich man back then, and the descendants would develop like this." It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, you touch your eyes. ”

Igor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "Huh? ”

"Your eyes are not dark brown when you were born, but grayish-blue, but after a few months of birth, they will gradually change to what they are now," Vivien remembered exactly what had happened, and she had found something that would prove her identity, "Do you have a mirror?" ”

The middle-aged butler next to him silently handed a small hand mirror to Igor, and Vivien snapped her fingers, and Igor was shocked to see that his eyes were gradually receding from brown to gray-blue that only newborns in the family would show.

"I left these eyes for you," Vivien laughed, "I left a mark on those two henchmen: because I have a bad memory, especially in those years, and I was afraid that I would forget that they were my own people when I met them again after I got separated from them, so I left a mark in their blood." ”

Lily muttered beside her, "As a result, you forgot about the mark - you don't even know what you have to remember?" ”

Vivien: "......"

Igor watched his eyes turn brown again, and he remembered the admonition that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family about these eyes, and finally realized what figure stood in front of him.

The old man was pumped over at once (to be continued......