Chapter 1307

The light of the gas lamp in the dining room became more and more dim. The emotions of the manor masters were affecting the entire manor, while Xia De pretended not to notice that something was wrong, but said very indignantly:

"Don't look at me as a man, but I can still talk to the Emperor. You allowed me to rest so generously. If there is a need, I can implore Emperor Violet to send servants to teach that damned guy you mentioned a lesson."

Thus, the frozen atmosphere became normal again, the light became brighter, the monsters at the table continued to dine, and the monster with fat all over his body said:

"That hateful guy also has a backer, and he has an undying body. Our family found a very good treasure that can deal with his undying, so there is no need to trouble the ruler of Weiton, the Flower of Shakadi, the one protected by the stars, the great Emperor Violet."

The title it said was even more than what Xia De knew.

"Then, the name of that guy living on the other side of the city is..."

The old corpse said in a vague voice through gritted teeth:

"Of course it's Stone Ossenfort!"

Without giving Xia De time to ask more questions, the meal was already over. The old corpse asked the butler, who was also a corpse, to arrange a guest room for Xia De in a corner on the third floor for Xia De to rest. And the monsters in the manor recognized the time as night, so the family eating at the table also dispersed in the mansion to do their own things.

Xia De did not refuse the old corpse's arrangement. He followed the corpse butler, stepped on the creaking stairs, carried his suitcase, and came to the third floor from the side stairs on the first floor.

The damage to the third floor was slightly better than the bottom floor, but the degree of corruption by demon power was also higher. The guest room in the corner had complete furniture, but unfortunately, it was covered in spider webs. This room didn't even have window glass, and the snow blowing into the room almost completely covered the area under the window.

The corpse butler sent Xia De to the door and left. Xia De stood at the door and waited for a while, confirming that the footsteps had gone away, before pointing at the wooden door that could be kicked open with one kick, letting the holy silver thorn bushes crawl all over the door panel.

Then he turned to look at the room. He did not close the window that sent the cold wind in, but looked at the oil painting on the wall at the head of the four-poster bed.

That was a portrait. Xia De looked silently at the woman holding a parasol in the oil painting, without blinking his eyes. After staring at each other for half a minute like this, the ghost in the oil painting couldn't help but blink first.

"Sorry, madam, I like to be alone when I rest."

Xia De said, and the ghost in the oil painting nodded gently to apologize, then disappeared from the picture. Thick spider webs appeared like phantoms, covering the frame of the oil painting. Xia De could be sure that he was truly alone this time.

Although there was no glass in the window, the old dark red curtains were still there. The wind and snow blew the curtains constantly fluttering inward, while Xia De walked straight to the bed and lifted the bed board, then saw a white thing flying towards him.

He tilted his head to dodge the white thing, then noticed a cluster of spider webs on the wall behind him. Looking under the bed board again, a long-haired spider the size of a human head was entrenched on a rotting corpse, its compound eyes glowing red, crawling around fiercely.

"Even ordinary spiders have become like this?"

The clear yellow Moonlight Greatsword pierced the spider's body, and then the moonlight slash neatly cut it into four pieces. As the long-haired spider's corpse fell beside the rotting corpse, dense black small spiders crawled out of the long-haired spider's corpse, and in the blink of an eye, they scattered and fled along the cracks in the floor.

Xia De remained silent and didn't speak, but looked at the rotting corpse. The corpse was wearing men's pajamas, and no fatal wounds could be seen. It seemed to have died in its sleep and then fell under the bed board.

And if a "guest" really dared to rest on the bed, they would probably be attacked by the rotting corpse under the bed board after falling asleep.

"I know you can move."

He squinted his eyes and said softly. Seeing the other party "playing dead" without moving, he directly threw out the Light of Imprisonment. Then he opened his suitcase, rummaged through it, and took out according to the label

a bottle of black potion.

"Needs to be shaken after being irradiated by moonlight to take effect."

Xia De looked at the label content, placed his finger on the bottom of the bottle to use the Light Spell. Under the bright silver moonlight, the black potion quickly transformed into a milky white color. Then Xia De shook it gently again, the milky white faded, and the potion turned into a completely clear color.

Uncorking the bottle, Xia De poured half of the potion evenly on the head of the completely immobile rotting corpse, and then put on gloves and poured the remaining half into its mouth.

Finally, he used the long sword in his hand to draw the shape of a feather on the rotting corpse's forehead. After kissing the pendant hanging on his chest, he held the sword with both hands, pointed it at the rotting corpse's forehead, and read softly:

"Praise the initial angel, praise the true death."

Some faint light traces flowed on the feather wound. Xia De withdrew his long sword and then canceled the effect of 【Light of Imprisonment】.

"How do you feel now?"

He stood by the bed and asked, while the rotting corpse under the bed crawled up while touching its head, and when it spoke, it sounded like there was a mouthful of phlegm in its throat:

"Like having a nightmare without end."

But at least in the effect of the potion, it returned to normal, and the rotting eye sockets looked at Xia De:

"Did you save me?"

"No, no, this kind of potion can only work on materialized undead like you who are not severely corrupted by demons, and the duration of the effect is not very long. In a while, I will eliminate you and let you truly return to death."

"Thank you."

The rotting corpse said, and its turbid yellow eyeballs looked at its own hands, then looked at the snow blowing in from the window, and for a moment didn't know what to say:

"So it wasn't a dream."

"While you can still think, answer some of my questions. Who are you? Are you also a member of the Watson family?"

"No, I am Mr. Watson's business partner, here to reconcile accounts, staying for one night."

The corpse said.

Xia De sighed:

"Do you remember what happened that night?"

"I remember, but I don't want to recall it, otherwise I will definitely lose my sanity immediately."

The corpse said very honestly, and Xia De noticed that the light of the feather wound on its forehead was fading rapidly.

"I can only say that it was a terrible scene that has never been recorded in any book. I was lucky, I died very early, just lying here listening to the sounds outside, instead of seeing that scene with my own eyes."

"The Watson family thought about this situation, so they prepared some countermeasures in advance. Do you know what they prepared to deal with that hateful Ossenfort?"

The rotting corpse thought for a while, which further weakened the light of the feather mark on its forehead:

"Old Watson mentioned that the hateful Ossenfort had power beyond ordinary people, but fortunately he got something very good from a grave robber. I don't know what it is, only that it was packed in a box less than the size of a palm. The attack happened very suddenly. If that thing is still in this manor, I think you can go to Old Watson's bedroom safe to take a look."

Xia De nodded, seeing that the light of the mark on its forehead had weakened to the extreme, he could still ask one last question:

"Who is the ruler of the country now?"

"The noble Witch Emperor, I am not qualified to read out that great name."

It seems that the method provided by Priest Ao Gu Si can only make the undead sober from confusion, not immune to the effect of the relic.

Before Xia De could thank it, the light in the feather-shaped wound disappeared completely. The rotting corpse, which was not controlled by any means, immediately pounced on Xia De, and was then kicked back under the bed by Xia De.

Without using any spells, Xia De waved his hand, and the silver cross cast from holy silver floated out from the opened suitcase. He reached out to take the cross, bent down and stabbed it into the heart of the rotting corpse, so the corpse lay motionless after trembling.

This did not eliminate it, but used divine power to make it fall into a deep sleep temporarily. Only by completely expelling the relic and purifying this land could

these undead be allowed to leave.

Of course, Xia De would have to come back to recover the cross later. These things were not cheap at all. This was not a silver-plated cross, but a real pure silver cross. Even if Priest Ao Gu Si hardly charged him for manual labor, Xia De still spent a lot of money.

"Old Watson's bedroom safe, that is, the safe in the master bedroom..."

After packing up, he picked up the suitcase again. Xia De glanced at the door closed by the thorn bushes and did not intend to go out from there.

Scarlet butterflies flew out from all over his body until his entire person turned into a group of red butterflies.

The red butterfly group held up the suitcase, flew out from the window without glass, and flew towards the master bedroom along the wall in the wind and snow of the night.

But strangely, the master bedroom on the third floor of the manor not only had glass, but that completely pitch-black glass actually had anti-intrusion functions. Even if Xia De returned to his human form in the wind and snow and squatted on the windowsill, he could not open the window.

Perhaps using force directly could shatter the glass, but Xia De could be sure that if he did this, he would probably have to face the impact of all the monsters in the manor at the same time.

"It seems I still have to enter from the front door."

So the glowing red butterflies held the suitcase again and flew in the snow along the outer wall of the mansion. However, Xia De did not fly back to the guest room he had just been in, but continued forward and flew into the next window without glass.

This room was obviously larger than the guest room, and had an independent washroom and changing room. And unlike the guest room which was covered in spider webs everywhere, this room looked barely habitable.

Besides the gas lamp, there was a dim gas desk lamp illuminating the area of the table. And after Xia De flew into the room in the dark night and returned to his human form, he was first surprised by the environment in the room and thought there was no one here, but then he heard a slight snoring sound.