Pain, one of the most intense stimuli the human body can feel, the tearing sensation pulled Joksh out of his coma, hoarse screams crawling out of his throat, his joints moaning, and Jokshi wondered if he had been in a coma for long enough to be sent to the morgue.

Lighting up the lights that had been extinguished for fear of attracting attention, Yorksh began to check his body, the various strange mutations in urban legends did not appear as expected, but there were still some scars that seemed to be bound by ropes for a long time were slowly disappearing.

Looking at the barely visible scars on his hands, Yorksey shrugged his shoulders, there are some strange phenomena on those who take potions, as long as they subside afterwards, it is not a big deal, take a deep breath to calm himself, stabilize himself through the meditation methods taught by the old man, and try to feel the extraordinary abilities he has acquired. The potion didn't seem to bring any physical changes to him, but his aura seemed to have become ethereal, and it was no longer easy to attract people's attention.

Realizing that he didn't find anything different, Jokshi decided to check what was still written on the piece of paper, but his struggles after drinking the potion seemed to make a mess of the table, and after rummaging through it to no avail, he stuck his head under the table to find it.

The bottom of the table was really untidy because of the lack of cleaning, he moved away the piled items, squinted in the dim light to find the recipe, and vaguely saw a corner of white stuck in the gap between the table and the wall, stretched out his hand and squeezed into the narrow slit, little by little closer to the white.

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a knock on the door, which startled Yorkshi, and his head hit the table, and he got up from under the table with a hideous expression, and shouted angrily.

"Who!"

No one answered, the knock on the door did not sound again, Yorkillo was a little puzzled, his rent had been paid for a whole year, and he had no good relationship in this apartment to knock on the door in the middle of the night to find his neighbor, this sudden knock on the door seemed to be a child's prank, but as far as he knew, the youngest "child" in the apartment, some time ago, he hired a hand to help him easily move two large boxes of heavy experimental equipment into the house.

He slowly approached the door, leaning on the door to try to listen to the movement outside, and Joksh controlled the volume and shouted again, still getting no response, and just as he was about to push open a crack to see what was going on outside, he heard something.

The sound of breathing

At midnight in the moonlight, a "person" stood in the dimly lit and dilapidated apartment hallway, knocked on the door of a house, and then stood there quietly waiting, neither responding to inquiries nor knocking on the door.

Like those well-known horror stories, waiting for a good Samaritan, a curious ghost, and an unlucky bastard, to become the wretched worm of the next horror story.

Jokshi shuddered, and he quickly retreated from the doorway, silently praying for the blessing of the goddess of the night—he was not a believer in any righteous god, but only believed in this situation for the time being—found a dagger for self-defense, and stared at the door.

There was a strange silence both inside and outside the house, and the two sides seemed to see the current stalemate as some kind of delicate balance, and Jokshi's tense heart became more and more close to collapse as time went on, and he began to wonder if the people outside had lost patience and left.

Footsteps sounded suddenly, and slowly departed from near and far, and Yorksey let out a long breath and threw the knife on the table, ready to continue the recipe

And just as he put his head under the table, a sound rang out inside and out, and it slammed his head hard.

"Tuk Tuk"

This time he was not frightened, but he did not act rashly, straightened up slightly, held the knife and walked slowly to the door, listening to the movement outside again, this time even the sound of breathing disappeared, and there was silence outside, as if the knock on the door just now was an illusion. Joksh held his breath, his fingers clasped tightly on the hilt of his knife, the knock on the door didn't sound right, as if it wasn't the door of his house, but he didn't hear it clearly, the only thing he could do now was wait, wait for the "thing" outside to make another noise.

"Tuk Tuk"

Oh, it was my head.

The moment this thought arose, Joksh sat down on the ground, curled up to the table, stood up, picked up the kerosene lamp with his backhand, quickly raised it to illuminate the visitor in front of him, and mustered up the courage to shout.

"What are you! Don't mess around, I have a knife...... Ahem, ah, ah, ah, ah......."

The shouting stopped abruptly in an instant, half because of the shock, half because the other party had "choked" his throat, and a somewhat ethereal figure hovered in front of him.

On his face, which was covered with blood and burns, and he couldn't distinguish his facial features at all, he kept spitting out shocking whispers from the black hole that was once his mouth. The cold aura emanating from him made Yorkshy feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

The other party raised his face and "looked around" for a moment, stretched out two dark arms and began to grope around the room, Jokshi held his breath as much as he could, watching the other's thin and scorched fingers brush in front of him, his nose was covered with hoarfrost in an instant, and the wick in the oil lamp was extinguished with a thud. Just when he thought he was going to be touched soon, the other party turned his head and began to grope for the other side of the room.

In an instant, Joksh felt the cold suppression on his body suddenly lessen, and his legs were weak and he almost knelt on the ground, but he held on to the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground and making a noise, and began to look for what he had prepared on the table.

The spiritual overflow caused by drinking potions may cause strange things, which he has known for a long time, the excessive number of deaths during the war has left the church with no time to requiem, which has led to the existence of many resentful spirits in Constance City until now, so he made some drugs that can exorcise resentful spirits before drinking the potion, but the guy who is attracted to it now has obviously exceeded the specifications of ordinary resentful spirits, and the only way now is to see if those drugs can delay for a short time, and let himself run out to find the church for help.

Even if you are locked up by the church, it is better than dying here now.

Bottles of medicine were carefully picked up, but in the dark room, it was not easy to find the right bottle, Yorksey sped up the search, while nervously pricking up his ears to listen to the movement behind him, the spirit itself does not make a noise, but the sound of the object slowly covering the hoarfrost is also a sign that the Grim Reaper is playfully approaching.

A hand trembled, and the shelf with the medicine bottles fell, and Yorkshy hurriedly reached out to grab it, but only had time to prevent the two bottles from falling to the ground, and checked the medicine in his hand in the moonlight, and the silver-white color representing hope glittered in the moonlight.

"Found it!"

Phew———

A cold wind swept across the back of his neck with his relaxed sigh, like a little fun played by lovers in the ambiguous period, but unfortunately, he was not a lover behind him, nor was he ambiguous.

The movement of the medicine rack finally attracted the resentful spirit, and the temperature dropped again, this time it seemed that even the blood was frozen, and Jokeshi gritted his teeth, pulled the cork hard, and turned to spill the medicine.

The silver-white medicine was sprinkled on the floor, and the aura of holy power spread, although the effect was not strong, but it was enough to cause damage to the wraith, and a scream came from his mouth, making Joksh feel dizzy, and he lay on the ground and moved his stiff limbs, crawling towards the door.

The wrath seemed to notice that Yokshi was about to flee, and screamed and lunged in this direction, but the defense line formed by the drugs made him back in pain every time. His movement was getting louder and stronger, and the damage he had taken had blurred his figure, but he still threw himself towards Yokshi, and the murmuring in his mouth became clear in the louder and louder voices.

"Sue... v....I ....."

"You're a living exam...... Do you die before you make the question...... The resentment is so heavy......"

The chill made Yorksey even think on and off, but he wasn't too far from the door, and he only needed to climb a little more to get to the doorknob, and Yorksey moved a little more with difficulty, and raised his hand to put it on the handle.

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The sound of something falling to the ground sounded behind him, and he turned his head to see the resentful spirit "sitting" on the ground weakly, the voice in his mouth and the chill in the room suddenly decreased, and at his feet, an eroded envelope fell.

"Sue ..... Sue ...... I ....."

The Wraith raised his hand weakly and pointed to the envelope tremblingly, he seemed to have some reason to know, but it was not the right opportunity right now, and Joksh moved his stiff fingers a little, and pressed them hard.

"Ask for ...... Please....... you ....."

Yokshi stopped and turned his head to look at the ghost, who seemed to be attached to the envelope, and now that the envelope had been thrown, it seemed that it had become a problem for him to maintain himself, and his figure gradually became illusory, but he still insisted on repeating the request.

"Ha..... ha........!"

Jokshi couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, pressed the handle hard, and he climbed out with difficulty, stood up against the wall, and slowly reached out and grabbed the envelope.

The envelope had long since been tattered by the power of the wraith, but the contents seemed to be intact, and Jokshi opened the envelope, pursed his dry lips, and read it in the loudest voice he could.

"Honey, Hughes"

The wraith stopped restless, and he looked up, his hollow mouth curling slightly.

"I know that you, as a soldier of the Church, must be going to the front line to fight, so I don't blame you for not attending our wedding, but you know that I am a wayward girl, especially with you. So, no matter how out of size this ring is, you have to put it on me, and every time your finger hurts, it's me who loses my temper for your absence, just like every time I get angry in the past, I'm going to bite your finger hard. ”

"In addition, fight with peace of mind, I have me at home, if you don't come back well, I promise that you will feel good every day."

Because of the parchment of his mouth, Yorksey read it slowly, and the letter lasted a short five minutes, but it seemed just right for the resentful spirit, and he slowly stood up, straightened out his tattered clothes, and slowly reached out to Yorkshi, cocking the half of his ring finger.

Joksh swallowed, the temperature in the room had become normal, and even if he went in, he would not hurt much, he picked up the envelope and shook it, a silver ring with a blue gem fell on his hand, and a sentence was engraved on the silver surface.

Commence aujourd'hui et je serai toujours heureux (I will be happy forever starting today)

Joksh entered the room with the ring, and the resentment in front of him had lost its previous breath, and even felt a little more nervous and shy. Jokshi stood in front of him, held the ring up, and just as he was about to put it on, he suddenly saw a sentence on the inside of the moonlight.

Même la mort ne nous sépare pas (Death cannot separate us)

This sentence is much more scribbled than the one engraved on the outside, and even some of the silver dust has not been cleaned up, as if it was just engraved before sending it. It may seem uncomfortable for the person wearing it, but it is also in line with the words of the letter.

I'm going to bite your finger hard.

Jokshi sighed, put the ring on his ring finger and slowly put it on, as if he were in a ghost's way, he spoke.

"Will you marry her, whether you are sick or healthy, whether you are poor or rich, love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her, be loyal to her forever, and death will not break your oath to her."

"Her vow is Même la mort ne nous sépare pas (Even death cannot separate us)"

The wrath paused for a moment, then reached out his other broken hand and touched the ring on his hand, slowly raised his head, looked at Yorkshi, who was already half leaning out and was about to escape, and handed him something.

"Thank you...... Thank you........ ......."

In an instant, the wraith "melted", his form crumbled and turned into nothingness, the ring he had just put on fell to the ground with a sound, and what Joksh had not had time to take also fell. He picked it up and saw that it was a wooden ring set with shiny stones, polished to a smooth finish, coated with a layer of oil, and a few words were crookedly engraved on the outside of the ring.

"I love you"

Jokshi laughed and fell to the ground with a weak foot, and his body couldn't help but relax all of a sudden after the crisis was resolved. The other party seemed to be an extraordinary member of the church during his lifetime, and after receiving this letter, he died before he could read it, and turned into the ghost he had just looked, wandering around looking for a kind person to help him read the letter.

It's a pity that even if he is not a ghost, just a "spirit" in an unknown state, the madness he accumulated after his death is still enough for him to use his power to kill everyone he finds.

So, in a cycle of getting more and more nobody-finding and getting more and more crazy, he attacked the hapless man Yokshi.

"Haha..... haha..... hahaha, it's not funny."

Yorksey let out a few dry laughs, not knowing if he was laughing at himself as an unlucky bastard, or at the deathbed "gift" that fate had given John.

He found the silver ring from before, took a thread and threaded the two rings together, held it up and reflected it in the moonlight, cleared his throat, and said softly.

"Now, I declare you officially married."