Chapter 1582

The lighthouse had long been abandoned along with the island, and the lighthouse was surrounded by forest. The grave of the wife of that Sloth Edwards was 200 meters south of the lighthouse. The tombstone stood in the white fog, and the forest was quiet. In such thick fog, if one didn't know the location in advance, it would be very difficult to find this place directly.

Although this place was far away from all her relatives, as a cemetery, at least the environment was not bad.

"I don't want to hear your cold jokes about the environment being not bad. I know what I am doing is digging up the grave of my ancestor."

The pharmacist miss looked at that ancient tombstone and said to Xia De first:

"Now you can start. I don't want to explain why it's not me who is digging. Although desecrating the corpse of an ancestor is necessary, but..."

"Alright, alright, I'll do it. If you keep talking, I'll really become that kind of cold-blooded animal that is completely inconsiderate of others."

He rummaged through his pocket, then took out a shovel and inserted it into the ground. He rubbed his hands together, took off his coat, and threw it to the sorceress to help keep it:

"Help me hold this."

The latter did not expect Xia De to trust her so much, caught Xia De's clothes off guard, draped them over her arm, and watched Xia De dig the grave.

The sound of the shovel contacting the soil rang out one after another. The brown-haired lady suddenly remembered the somewhat familiar smell she had smelled on Xia De at the Green Lake Hotel. So, looking at Xia De's back in the fog, ensuring he wouldn't turn his head suddenly, and that this fog would indeed interfere with the perception of "the other me," she took a small step back, then raised her arm a little and sniffed his coat.

"Megan, my dear sister, I really didn't expect you to do this kind of thing."

The voice in her ear said suddenly, and the pharmacist miss responded in her heart:

"Audrey, shut your mouth. Let the other me recall what kind of smell this is."

So the voice, which was exactly the same as the two, gave the answer softly:

【Megan, Audrey, this smell has been diluted by the dampness of the water and the breath in the fog, and it can no longer be distinguished. The following are three scents with high similarity: the newly launched Golden Lily No. III perfume this spring (light fragrance type), the "Witch's Scent" formulated by Galina Cavendish, and the Cold Jasmine Miss Oriental Floral perfume launched last winter.】

"There is no reference value."

The pharmacist miss said in her heart, carefully taking Xia De's coat away from her nose, while the soft voice in her ear continued:

【Besides the perfume smell that makes us feel familiar, there is also John Watson's own smell on this coat. This is not soap, perfume, or any body fragrance, but it does smell very good.】

The sorceress's face turned red all of a sudden, which was not very obvious in the cold and damp fog:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Megan, do I need to remind you? The other me is actually ourselves. It's meaningless for you to argue with her."

The other voice said helplessly.

"Shut up, Audrey, I don't want to argue with myself. And since the other me is ourselves, that is to say, you, as a Great Witch, also think this man's coat smells good?"

"Whether he is a man or not is hard to say."

The witch hummed, and the intense discussion in the pharmacist miss's heart, of course, would not make a specific sound. At this time, the sound in the thick fog was still the monotonous sound of Xia De shoveling soil one after another.

Of course, he was not really just shoveling soil:

【She just sniffed your clothes.】

"Guessed it, but I have to pretend I don't know."

Xia De said in his heart.

【Not going to expose her?】

"And then get into a fight with an angry woman? Or watch her be embarrassed and not know how to explain? Just pretend I don't know, that's the best."

"She" smiled gently, "She" would never question Xia De's decision.

With a bang, the shovel finally hit something other than soil and stones. Xia De dropped the shovel, bent down, and after pushing aside the soil layer, a black metal coffin with golden patterns on the surface was revealed.

"Your ancestor, likes to use metal coffins? Is this a local custom?"

Xia De turned his head curiously and asked the pharmacist miss. The brown-haired lady approached a few steps, also looking puzzled:

"I don't know either, this is also my first time digging up an ancestor's grave... This topic is very strange, let's finish it quickly."

So she and Xia De raised their hands to cast spells together. After the soil attached to the surface of the coffin jumped a few times, the entire coffin broke through the soil layer and flew out of the grave, guided by the spell. Xia De's basic spell "Move Object" was not that strong yet, it was mainly the pharmacist miss who played a role.

That was indeed an all-metal coffin, with dense patterns like roots on the surface, making this metal coffin quite artistic. Of course, Xia De knew that evaluating the coffin of someone else's ancestor as having artistic sense was an immoral and incorrect behavior, so he did not say it out loud.

"How do you open this?"

After the coffin was placed flat in the fog, Xia De tried to push and pull along the side gap, but no matter what, he couldn't open it. So the pharmacist miss let Xia De step back a few steps, she walked to the side of the coffin, closed her eyes, and placed her hands on the cold metal.

A moment later, she opened her eyes:

"The internal structure is similar to a mechanism box."

"You aren't going to tell me that the pattern on the coffin lid is a movable puzzle, are you?"

"Do you think this is the puzzle-solving process of a horror novel? It's not that complicated."

She let Xia De stand and not approach, while she herself tapped around the coffin. This sorceress seemed to have the ability to obtain the internal structure of an object by touching it, which should be some kind of perception-enhancing secret technique.

"Found it."

Soon, she found two inconspicuous hidden compartments at both ends of the coffin, and opening the hidden compartments revealed handles that could be used for gripping.

Because they were at the front and back ends, Xia De and the pharmacist miss each grabbed one. The coffin lid that Xia De couldn't open no matter how hard he tried just now was actually lifted up when the two used a little force together.

The white shroud in the coffin was still clean, and lying on the shroud was a rotten mummy. Beside the mummy were many funerary items, besides gold and silver jewelry, there were also strange things like withered flower petals.

The pharmacist miss looked at her ancestor with complex emotions, and after apologizing softly, she took the teeth herself. She had prepared gloves and metal tools, but when she actually touched the corpse, accompanied by a feeling of the world spinning, the white fog around became even thicker.

"Lost a sense of direction again."

Xia De said softly while holding his head, but neither he nor the sorceress was surprised. When they boarded the island, they had thought of all kinds of possibilities.

"So, this time it was because of touching the corpse of the Edwards family that led to the loss of a sense of direction? Or was it because you, as an Edwards descendant, touched the corpse of a family predecessor that led to the loss of a sense of direction?"

Xia De asked the brown-haired sorceress who had also recovered from the dizziness, and the latter judged:

"High probability it's because of touching the corpse."

She looked down at the corpse in the coffin, while Xia De looked above the coffin. Similar to the attire of the rotten corpse, there was the soul of an old silver-haired woman with a kind expression. That soul was floating quietly in the air, similar to the blacksmith's soul seen last time, also with the upper body normal and the lower body cloud-like.

The pharmacist miss silently pulled a yellowish tooth from the corpse, and after putting it into a test tube, she signaled Xia De to contact the soul.

She invited Xia De to board the island again precisely to deal with this kind of strange soul.

"Guide Death."

In an instant, the vision before his eyes turned completely white, and in the center of this void soul memory, Xia De saw a man whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

"What does this mean?"

He told the pharmacist miss the scene he saw in the soul, and the latter pondered for a while and asked the soul of the old woman:

"Can you talk to us about your husband, Sloth Edwards?"

After waiting for a moment, there was no response, so Xia De also spoke and asked:

"Can you talk to us about your husband's father, Klein Edwards?"

The soul with a kind expression smiled and nodded, as if it had been talking to Xia De all along:

"Of course, but I can only talk about that remarkable gentleman with the descendants of the family, and that descendant must have sufficient power."

This was the condition to get the answer.

"What kind of power?"

Xia De asked again.

"At least High-Ring."

So he looked at the pharmacist miss one meter away on his left, and the latter repeated the question Xia De had just asked, and the old woman looked at her kindly again:

"My great-granddaughters, welcome back to the family territory."

Xia De narrowed his eyes. The soul used a plural description for the pharmacist miss. And the "great-granddaughter" of the wife of the second-generation Sloth Edwards corresponded to the fifth generation of that root family tree.

If he remembered correctly, among the fifth-generation descendants, only the two descendants of the third son, Alphonse Edwards, who was suspected to be an adopted son, did not have offspring. Therefore, it was only now that Xia De finally determined the position of the Great Witch Audrey Edwards in the family tree.

The pharmacist miss also knew that Xia De must have heard some clues, but she had promised to board the island this time and would tell Xia De some things he didn't know, so at this time she just sighed:

"Hello, great-grandmother, I didn't expect to be able to see you like this... What can you tell me?"

"About the origin of our family, Mr. Klein Edwards. You can ask me one question related to him, but you only have one chance, and there are some questions I don't know either."

The floating old woman looked kindly at her descendant.

The pharmacist miss instinctively looked at Xia De, wanting to hear his opinion, and then realized that she was actually seeking help from a man, which was something that had never happened before. It was probably Xia De's erudition during the last island visit that left a deep impression on her.