Chapter 1067

"It has been a very long time since the man left his hometown, but his return still made those past friends and relatives very happy; they had already learned of the great deeds he had accomplished."

"Even though it was they who had driven that noble but unlucky fellow away."

Xia De continued his commentary. Mr. Asmont changed his posture, shifting from supporting his knee with his right hand to supporting it with his left:

"People celebrated the return of an old friend and longed to hear stories of his travels from him. So, the demon satisfied them, harvesting all their souls during the celebration."

Xia De picked up his wooden ale mug and took a sip, making no comment this time.

"The demon then returned to the man's home and met the man's family, who had not gone to attend the celebration of the man's return. The first person the demon met was the man's wife, whose hair had already turned gray, and it took her soul directly."

"Because it had already fulfilled the woman's wish of 'hoping for her husband's return'."

Xia De said in a low voice, and the eerie smile on Mr. Asmont's face became more pronounced:

"Yes, yes."

He drew out his words:

"So the demon found the man's eldest daughter and young son, who were now long since adults; the former lived there with her own fifteen-year-old son. The demon said very politely to the thirty-year-old woman: 'May I ask what your wish is?' The woman had already seen her mother devoured by the demon, so she said: 'I long to protect my son.'"

"She was devoured by the demon."

Xia De sighed softly.

"So the demon said very politely to the thirty-something-year-old man: 'May I ask what your wish is?' Knowing he would surely die, the man summoned the same courage as his sister: 'I long to protect my nephew.'"

"So he, too, was devoured by the demon."

Xia De sighed again.

Mr. Asmont lowered his head slightly, his entire face sinking into the shadows:

"Finally, the demon asked the thirteen-year-old boy, the man's grandson who had no wishes and was the sole survivor of the entire region: 'Child, what is your wish?'"

"That's not fair; he was already protected by the love of his relatives, he shouldn't have been asked for a wish again."

Xia De pointed this out, and Mr. Asmont nodded:

"Yes, because of his relatives' wishes, he still had one chance. As long as the boy kept his mouth shut at that moment, the demon would abide by the agreement with the man and woman and leave this place without touching the boy's soul."

Xia De shook his head helplessly and folded the newspaper in front of him:

"Listening to you say that, he must have spoken up after all."

"Yes."

Xiao En Asmont lowered his voice slightly:

"The boy said: 'I have heard of my grandfather's affairs; I know you are not him, you are the evil spirit that was taken away.'"

Xia De tilted his head and looked at the demon scholar telling the story, who then provided the ending to this tale:

"'Now that everyone has been taken away by you, it is my turn to stand up as bravely as my grandfather. My wish is to take you through my entire life, just as my grandfather did.'"

Xia De rose slightly and then shifted himself back in his chair; sitting like this was more comfortable:

"The exact same ending; is this a cycle?"

"Yes, because the demon promised to fulfill the man's and woman's wishes. So, it hid itself once again within a mortal's soul, and the boy packed his bags and left, following the path his grandfather had once walked."

Mr. Asmont finally sat up straight at this moment and finished the last of his ale.

"This story is truly annoying, but I suppose it isn't over yet, is it?"

Xia De asked, and the eerie smile on Mr. Asmont's face remained unchanged, while Xia De's peripheral vision caught sight of Mr. Bei En Ha Te already walking down the stairs:

"Then next time, let's continue the boy's story. I hope the story's direction isn't that after the boy dies, the demon occupies the soul of the boy's descendants."

Xia De stood up and reached out to shake hands with Mr. Asmont, who also bent over to rise:

"No, Mr. Hua Sheng. This story is far more bizarre than you think."

Mr. Xiao En Asmont remained on the first floor, while Xia De, carrying the brand-new story, walked toward the stairs to meet up with Mr. Bei En Ha Te.

"Your friend?"

The vampire raised his head slightly.

"A friend I met in Lengshuigang, De La Rui Ang; just an ordinary person."

The handshake just now was to confirm this point.

Mr. Bei En Ha Te nodded and did not ask any further:

"Come upstairs with me. Wilson's emotions are somewhat broken; he truly was almost killed. The Pantanal Xiewu has mastered a unique method for dealing with vampires."

Although his tone was understated, Xia De could feel this gentleman's irritation.

A shabby inn naturally wouldn't have any luxurious rooms, and even though Mr. Bei En Ha Te claimed this was the best room in the entire inn, in Xia De's view, it was only slightly better than a room in a real slum where dozens of people slept together.

Just as Mr. Bei En Ha Te had said, because of the excessive fright, that Mr. Wilson with the messy light-brown hair was already somewhat hysterical. Xia De and Mr. Bei En Ha Te comforted him for quite a while before he barely calmed down and recounted to the two of them what had happened in the morning.

The course of events was roughly the same as what Xia De and the other had guessed: the Pantanal Xiewu had heard that Mr. Wilson was going to sell that relic weapon to a powerful local clansman, so they had attacked Mr. Wilson a step ahead.

The stranger who had broken into his home half an hour earlier than Xia De and the other was a high-level Huanshushi, and Mr. Wilson, who was only at the third tier, was no match at all. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had suddenly sensed the threat of death while divining his fortune the previous night and had prepared the miracle 【Blood-Colored False Body】 in advance, he probably would have truly died already.

"I want to leave here immediately! Yes, leave immediately, go to Weilundaier. It's too terrifying, too terrifying!"

This gentleman seemed to have been frightened by something; this kind of panic was clearly abnormal. He kept muttering to himself, sometimes pacing in the narrow room, sometimes pointing fearfully at the two visitors, recounting the terror in his heart.

"Clearly, besides the threat of death, he probably saw something else in his divination."

Mr. Bei En Ha Te said helplessly; although he had a level as high as the seventh tier, he himself was not proficient in treating this kind of mental illness. This wasn't even a problem caused by the influence of a relic; it was purely mental trauma after witnessing something terrifying.

"I can try."

Xia De thought for a moment and said, taking out his moonstone ring, kissing it lightly, and then aiming it at the somewhat insane man:

"Confusion!"

The miracle 【Confusion】, obtained in the Dead Silence Valley, was from an exchange with the first librarian, Miss Oulannuode. The essence of the miracle was to use the properties of yellow moonlight to turn normal people into madmen and madmen into normal people, but in Xia De's hands, the most common usage was to confuse those low-intelligence summoned creatures.

And at this moment, the yellow moonlight performed the effect of "guidance" excellently. Mr. Wilson gradually calmed down in that yellow moonlight; Mr. Bei En Ha Te pulled over a chair to let him sit down, and the latter covered his face with both hands, only emitting a voice like waking from a dream after a long while:

"Oh, this is truly... too terrifying."

"What exactly happened? What did you see?"

Mr. Bei En Ha Te hurriedly asked this rare diviner among his clansmen, who was breathing heavily, took away the hands covering his face, and had an indescribably exhausted expression on his face:

"A terrifying earthquake, a blizzard that has swept across half the Old Continent like never before... the catastrophe is coming."

Ever since he first saw Xia De in Huntington, Mr. Bei En Ha Te had had a premonition that something big was going to happen locally. Now that he had received confirmation in person, he felt a sense of relief in his heart, a sense of satisfaction like "the other shoe dropping," and even an inappropriate smile appeared on his face:

"It's finally coming. Ahem, I mean, what catastrophe? What did you prophesy? Are you sure the interpretation is correct?"

Mr. Wilson shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor:

"After my false body was killed, I performed a divination on the trap seed that the high-level Huanshushi of the Pantanal Xiewu had left in my corpse, wanting to know who exactly he was. Although I didn't have the confidence to take revenge, at least I had to know who my mortal enemy was."

"Trap seed" should refer to the blood-colored vines that Xia De and Mr. Bei En Ha Te encountered when they were examining the corpse.

Under the gaze of Xia De and Mr. Bei En Ha Te, the man shuddered violently:

"My divination was too successful. That divination was as if the God of Fate had glanced at me; I had never had such a smooth divination... It was like holding a rusty axe and actually splitting a big tree with one blow; it was also like a clumsy clockmaker accidentally making a perfect wall clock."

"This shows that your divination skills have been greatly enhanced. From now on, you can call yourself a quite talented diviner."

Xia De said with quite a bit of admiration.

Luweiya had once said that once a similar divination was made, it meant that divination skills had made great progress. The purple-eyed girl could only have a similar feeling after each Chosen One officially appeared.

"Yes, yes, I did indeed obtain new spiritual runes and power, but I also saw... the evil thing that has been roaring in the subspace seal deep in the Great Swamp for ten thousand years, the filthy and terrifying sacrifices in that ancient temple, the furious nature, and the great catastrophe that followed!"

He suddenly shouted loudly:

"This is a sign! This is the first step! The blizzard of the entire winter has sounded the first alarm for the material world, but no one knows why this funeral bell is ringing."

Mr. Wilson's emotions became agitated again, his eyes bulging as if his eyeballs were about to pop out:

"I saw that angel with pure white wings flying in the lake, I saw those wriggling vine tentacles from ten thousand years ago returning to the material world, I saw the wise man holding a book, laughing loudly while standing at the top of the lighthouse, and I also saw the weeping purple-eyed female diviner, watching all of this head toward destruction!"