Chapter 1233: Unlucky Soul

When Xia De took out the last document with a signature, Luvia reached out and took another mounted document from the side:

"Look at this."

Xia De looked over, first seeing the red seal in the lower left corner, which was the King's private seal. It was not the contemporary King "Lion Ryan," Margaret's father, but the previous King. This document was the letter of the King summoning local stonemasons to Willendale to build the colossus that year. He didn't expect it to be placed together with the documents when the Stonemason Society was first established, which was enough to show the weight of this matter in the Stonemason Society.

Luvia looked at the letter with great interest, while Xia De carefully distinguished the twisted Karsenrik characters from the establishment contract of the Stonemason Society. Although the stonemasons of that year could all write their names, their handwriting was even worse than the outsider who had just come to this world last summer and was familiarizing himself with the local characters.

Fortunately, he finally distinguished the surname "Fleming" from it, which showed that there was indeed a person named Fleming among the founders of the Stonemason Society. Looking at this simple contract again, the founders shared the equity of the society equally and agreed not to send this power to the hands of those in power. Mr. Fleming also had a share of equity, which was probably inherited by others after he disappeared, so few people mentioned his name in the society now. "I found it."

Xia De said softly to Luvia, pointing to the name on the document. Luvia stretched her head to look, and just wanted to say something, suddenly, the sound of bang bang bang~ came from the side, and the two looked at the door in surprise, someone was knocking at this time:

"Who is it?"

The knocking sound only rang these three times and then disappeared. Whether it was Xia De or Luvia, they were very sure that they definitely hadn't heard it wrong.

Xia De handed the document to Luvia, let her restore the safe, and he approached the door carefully. Putting his hand on the door, he didn't feel anything. And after opening the door, there was no one in the dark corridor.

"This is... stone chips?"

His eyes caught some traces on the ground, and after bending down, he found that it was stone chips produced when carving stone statues. Listening carefully, a slight ding ding dang dang~ sound came from afar, as if a hammer was rhythmically hitting a chisel.

At this time, Luvia, who had locked the safe, also walked to the door, and she naturally heard the sound coming from the empty corridor:

"Did it really appear?"

Looking at Xia De suspiciously, Xia De shook his head slightly to indicate that he didn't know what was going on: "First knocking on the door, and then making this kind of sound, it's a very standard horror story plot." Luvia threw a coin casually:

"Danger... not big, the danger of following is not big."

With a diviner, doing anything will become very simple.

"That's good, let's follow and see. Get ready for battle, I hope not to make too much noise."

Following that faint sound, Xia De and Luvia returned from the third floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the first floor. But when they came to the first floor, the ding ding dang dang sound disappeared immediately.

Fortunately, Luvia was by his side, and her divination led the two to the courtyard behind the Stonemason Society building, and then they entered the stone statue warehouse located in the north, which was also the warehouse Xia De and the playwright went to this afternoon.

The door of the warehouse was tightly closed, and after Xia De opened the lock, he saw that it was pitch black inside, which was really a bit terrifying like the middle-aged stonemason said. Normal people facing this situation, of course, it is best not to go in, otherwise it is a bridge of standard horror stories. But for Xia De and Luvia, there is no need to worry about ghosts. The two walked in together, but after walking around, they didn't see anything. So they could only leave the door disappointed, and didn't forget to lock the warehouse again from the outside.

"Oh, scared me to death, almost got discovered."

A sigh sounded in the dark warehouse, and with the appearance of faint orange light, the source of the light illuminated a small area in the warehouse.

That light did not come from gas lamps or candles, but someone set up a coal stove in the warehouse.

At this moment, a huge shadow was projected onto the wall of the warehouse by the light of the coal stove, and the owner of the shadow was an old man with a bandage on his forehead, wearing dark blue suspender work pants, and half-white hair, who was carving stone statues by the lit coal stove.

He seemed to be processing a standing human statue. Now the body part of the stone statue had been carved almost, only the face did not have facial features.

The old man put down the hammer and chisel in his hand:

"I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing after death. The young man just now looked even more terrifying than the exorcist priest of the church last year."

He muttered softly, and then suddenly noticed the sound of stones rubbing against the ground around him. His heart suddenly froze, and the old stonemason subconsciously showed a frightened expression, and then realized that he had died last autumn:

"I am also a ghost, who is afraid of whom?"

Although he comforted himself like this, the old soul was still a bit scared. He nervously observed the surroundings and finally found the abnormality. On the edge of the firelight of the charcoal stove that appeared with the manifestation of his own soul, there was a stone statue he had never seen in this warehouse.

That was an angel statue, but the appearance of the statue was very strange. Normal angel statues usually stretch their bodies to show divinity and compassion, but this angel statue had its wings curled up behind its back, hunching its body, and its two palms even covered its eyes.

The old stonemason was quite sure that this was definitely not something in the Stonemason Society. Then, the horror legends he heard from other old people in his childhood appeared in his memory:

"Weeping Angel? The protagonist of the horror story that can petrify any living creature!"

Although he didn't know whether the monster in the rumor was also effective against souls, he still followed the experience of the old people, covered his face with both hands, and squatted down with his back to the firelight. After a long time, he didn't hear any sound again. Just as he wanted to steal a glance behind him, he heard footsteps.

"Footsteps? Not a stone statue?"

The old stonemason's soul turned around and happened to see Xia De looking at him inquiringly. He was scared back two steps, and then thought again that he was the ghost:

"Young man, run! There is a terrible monster here!" The old stonemason kindly reminded, Xia De thought for a while:

"Are you talking about this?"

He covered his face again, and the old stonemason looked at him in astonishment, realizing that he had fallen into a trap: "That girl clearly went out with you!"

"Of course it's an illusion." Xia De said easily:

"Don't go here, I'll call my companion in and we'll talk again. Don't go, I know you are here, you can't escape."

After Xia De and Luvia walked along the path among many stone statues and returned to the center of the warehouse, the old stonemason's soul was carving stone statues there again. Although this old man looked like a physical body, Xia De and Luvia both saw that this was actually a ghost. However, this was just an ordinary person's soul. Although he had some special means and was good at hiding, he couldn't even be counted as an evil spirit. Attracting the two with sound and controlling the stone statues here was already the greatest extent he could do.

After the two stood around the firelight, the old man stopped the work in his hand and put the hammer and chisel on the small cart on the side. He stared at his work, his turbid eyes shining in the firelight: "You caught me, but I still have to say—young people, stealing is wrong."

The soul turned to look at the two. The "turning head" here was a real turn of the head, only the head moved, and the body and neck did not move:

"If you just took away other property, I wouldn't knock on the door to warn you, but you shouldn't move the things in the safe, that is the foundation of the society—so I am not an evil soul, please don't eliminate me."

"We are not here to eliminate you, just as you said, you are not an evil spirit. I also want to declare that we are not thieves. Look, we didn't take anything."

Xia De spread his hands, indicating that he was empty-handed:

"In fact, we came here just to take a look at those documents, not because we took a fancy to their value."

"Yes, sir, if we were bad people, there would be ways to directly interrogate the soul to get the answer."

Luvia also said, the old stonemason nodded, and continued to turn his head to look at the stone carving he was carving. Interestingly, the stone carving and the fire were also part of his soul, which was a special ability possessed by this spirit body:

"It's fine if you didn't steal anything, if you didn't steal anything, then you have nothing to do with me."

The warehouse door in the distance creaked, and he wanted Xia De and Luvia to leave. But neither of them moved, Xia De asked curiously:

"Are you the founder of the society, Mr. Fleming?"

"Oh, no, young man, you recognized the wrong person, how could I be such a great person?" The old man hurriedly shook his head:

"My name is John Humphrey, a very ordinary stonemason, last autumn..." "Last autumn, when the earthquake happened, I was..."

Xia De suddenly realized, and also understood why the soul was still here after the church's exorcism ritual. Obviously, this was not an evil spirit. Even among all the souls Xia De had seen, this could be considered the most sober soul. And the church probably discovered the trace of this soul, but if it was not an evil spirit, the church would not intervene too much. After all, souls staying in the material world would eventually leave.

He reached out and touched the Mithril Cube in his pocket, and found no reaction before remembering that the cube left by Thomas Granger was something from nearly seventy years ago, and the soul in front of him died only last year.

"Yes, during the earthquake last year, the unlucky ghost who was smashed to death by the most perfect work he carved was me. Young man, do you know me?"

The old man was a bit surprised:

"Did you hear it from people in the society? It's really not bad to be remembered." He showed a satisfied smile.

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"Did you hear that from people in the Society? It's really something to still be remembered by others." He revealed a satisfied smile.

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