Chapter 1309

Although the entire manor had fallen into the night, according to Xia De's own time, it was already lunch time this Monday, but he hadn't been able to eat even a single bite of food.

Feeling his own hunger, recalling the feeling of devouring the divinity of the 【Lord of Blood Feast】 twice, and feeling the moments of using the power of the 【Lord of Blood Feast】 several times. It's interesting to say, Xia De has obtained quite a few god's divinities so far, but probably because only the divinity of the Lord of Blood Feast has two drops, he happens to have the most thorough understanding of the power of that blood feast master.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, just as the charging cannibal monster was about to reach him, Xia De opened his eyes fiercely. The eyes, which were faintly flashing with golden light, made the fallen monster's body stagnate, as if it had encountered some kind of natural enemy, and then it heard a voice that almost caused its soul to collapse:

"Not enough!"

The gluttonous desire from the god, with the help of the slight divine power in his body, even if it was just imitating the words spoken by the god at the dining table, was enough to crush the soul of the monster in front of him that also had great gluttonous desire.

The monster with fat all over his body collapsed in the corridor. While Xia De was worried that the other party would block his way, those pink meat chunks growing black hair began to collapse.

Xia De looked suspiciously at the scene in front of him, ready to counter any possible attack at any time. But this time, it was indeed his overthinking. The influence of his shout just now was greater than he thought. Those pink meat chunks with black hair slipped off one by one, falling onto the dirty ground covered with dust and mold and snow blown in from the window, and soon turned into a pool of pus and blood.

And while the meat chunks were disappearing bit by bit, it also revealed the core of the monster, which was the body of a middle-aged man who was only left with a head and a body, skinny as a bone.

Black demon runes were all over his body, and the wounds on his limbs were pierced by sharp stone thorns. He lay in the center of that pool of blood, gasping for breath, and even if he saw Xia De's head appearing above him, he just looked at this world blankly.

"Can you communicate?"

Xia De asked. The demon power on the other party was only temporarily collapsed and would soon turn into that cannibal monster again.

Old Watson's younger brother, Hela Ossenfort's uncle, shook his head, with a particularly small amplitude. It had sanity at this time, but could not speak. Xia De hoped that the other party was just weak, rather than his tongue and limbs having already been gnawed by other things:

"It doesn't matter, just nod or shake your head. First, your brother found some treasure to deal with Stone Ossenfort."

The answer obtained was a nod.

"That thing is in your brother's bedroom?"

Shake head.

"No? Or don't know? Shaking your head tells me the answer."

Shook his head twice, he still didn't know.

"Do you know that there is one more person in this house now?"

Shook his head twice, he still didn't know.

"That item used to deal with Stone Ossenfort is still in this house?"

Nod.

"The volume of that treasure is not particularly large."

Nod.

"Your brother is the only person who knows where that thing is?"

Nod.

"Your brother is now in the bedroom over there?"

Still a nod.

Xia De breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there were still clues.

That person who could not speak seemed to be asking Xia De to kill him with his eyes. But in this place where the relic of the Crazy Earth descended, and in the house corrupted by demons, even if Xia De killed him, he would be resurrected again.

He pulled out the clear yellow Moonlight Greatsword from the air and drew a circle around the man whose body was gradually expanding with the sword, and then drew five nested circles around the circle. In the five circles, he placed a pinch of table salt, a bottle of diluted No. 4 holy water, a wooden angel statue, a metal toy sword, and a small prayer booklet distributed by the Dawn Church, respectively.

After doing all this, the man had closed his eyes as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. Although the pink fat was still growing slowly on his body, before Xia De finished dealing with the remaining things in the mansion, he should not be able to

wake up from his deep sleep.

Crossing the man, Xia De finally walked towards the master bedroom located on the third floor. Just as Xia De thought, distorted black runes were all over the bedroom door. Xia De didn't even need to reach out, he could feel the stinging pain caused by the demon power on his skin.

Since entering the manor, there had been a slight headache, and this feeling became more intense as he got closer to the master bedroom, which showed that this was indeed the place Xia De wanted to find.

With the dim light, he took out the key found in the kitchen, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the door. And after he entered the room, the door closed automatically.

This master bedroom was obviously abnormal. Compared to other places in the mansion that were broken, it was much cleaner and tidier here, and most of the furniture that could be seen was in good condition. Even the light of the gas lamp was so warm and charming.

The master of the manor, the old corpse, that is, Hela Ossenfort's father, old Watson, was standing by the window holding that ghost dog, hunched over with a metal crutch. This kind of corpse standing on two legs was rarely seen even with Xia De's knowledge.

And that window, which looked pitch-black from the outside, was normal when looking out from the inside. The scenery of the snowy night was unusually clear in the room lit by warm yellow gas lamps. In other words, when Xia De was squatting on the windowsill outside the window, old Watson might have been standing by the window looking at him without saying a word.

"Distinguished guest, visiting late at night, may I ask what is the matter?"

It turned and asked, and the small hunting dog held in its arms showed a fierce expression towards Xia De.

Xia De scanned the room and saw the photo frame placed on the bedside table. That was a family photo. In the photo were the old Watson couple, old Watson's younger brother, and the three Hela Ossenfort siblings. Judging from the attire and appearance, it should have been taken shortly before the family's accident. In other words, the five manor masters who died in the manor were all real existences.

"Although I am a man like you and have no possibility of manipulating and using that extraordinary power, since following the Emperor for so long, I have also learned a lot of knowledge, knowledge that is a great burden to my head."

Xia De said:

"Something is wrong here, Mr. Watson, have you encountered a demon?"

He said it very straightforwardly:

"Her Majesty Violet gave me some things for self-defense. If needed, I can help you."

That old corpse looked extremely rational. Looking into its turbid yellow eyes, Xia De actually felt that he was talking to a normal person.

"Special envoy, thank you for your kind help. But unfortunately, there is no need for this anymore. You are three years late."

Xia De frowned slightly:

"Do you still remember what happened three years ago?"

This was very interesting. They should have fallen into an eternal nightmare because of the corruption of the relic, the earth, and the demon. Only by being sober for a short time due to external forces could they barely remember some things.

"Yes, I remember. After all, I am different from everyone else in the house."

The old corpse raised its head slightly, showing Xia De the fatal wound on its neck:

"Although our souls are all tortured, only I was not killed by 'it'."

The cyan stiff skin of the corpse could actually show a smile:

"I committed suicide after it appeared. Although both are death, my choice to end myself obviously gave me more possibilities."

"Very remarkable. Then, can you understand what the situation is now?"

"Understand some. For the past three years, I have been sober and confused from time to time. Special envoy, after you appeared, it seemed to bring some light, allowing me to be sober again."

It stroked the hunting dog it was holding. Although the latter was not a physical entity, it could also touch it:

"I still remember the conflict between Stone Ossenfort and our family, remember what happened to the whole family on that terrible night, and remember my daughter Hela. I don't know if she is doing well. Yes, I remember everything. I didn't allow Ossenfort to marry my daughter

, and competed with him in business. Before that day, he viciously cursed us, and then... that night was three years ago. I still remember myself standing by this window, listening to everything downstairs in despair, and Ossenfort stood outside the manor, holding a fire and laughing while looking at me."

It seems that when the demon slaughtered this place, Stone Ossenfort was also there.

"A year after your family's accident, Hela and Ossenfort held a wedding and then settled in Ossenfort Manor. I saw her a few days ago... May I ask, does your daughter have emotional deficiency?"

Xia De asked again, but the old corpse shook its head, with confusion in its expression:

"She still married him. He loved her so much, and she loved him too, but didn't she know that our family was all..."

This was also the puzzling part for Xia De. Although the slaughter and curse of Watson Manor were likely the demon's handiwork, Hela Ossenfort shouldn't have been unable to guess that it was related to her husband. Perhaps she had her memory erased, or perhaps there was another stranger reason.

"I know that in order to deal with Stone Ossenfort, you prepared a treasure. May I ask where that treasure is?"

"Special envoy, you are really willing to meddle in other people's business."

The old corpse said, and Xia De asked again:

"Do you know that there is one more person in the house?"

"I don't know. For someone like me who is constantly tortured between sobriety and confusion, everything has no meaning. I can only keep telling myself that everything now is fake to maintain my sanity."

It said with some relief:

"Fortunately, before I collapsed, you appeared. Special envoy, regardless of whether your identity is true or not, and regardless of whether you are a servant of that great Emperor, as long as you can really help us get free."

It slowly unbuttoned its coat, which was almost integrated with its skin, revealing its left chest branded with demon runes;

"It's time to end."