Chapter 239

"The expression is normal, and there is no desire to attack the living. When appearing, it didn't make the people nearby fall into a state of panic unconsciously, and even only I, a Ringed Ringed Shushi, can observe it... It's not an evil spirit, it can only be considered a soul that refuses to leave."

Xia De summarized silently in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked at the old woman who was recalling her past life behind the small church podium without expression.

There are many reasons why the soul does not leave after the body dies. In this world where supernatural and mysticism exist, relics, the power of gods, the power of strange evil objects, the unfortunate place of death, the coincidental date of birth and time of death, the peculiar way of death, and the characteristics of the soul itself, etc., all may cause this phenomenon.

The attack of evil spirits on ordinary people is actually the most common supernatural event handled by the Orthodox Church in the steam city, and it is also one of the events that causes the greatest harm to ordinary people.

The reason is very simple. The soul body in this world has the characteristic of "being completely immune to physical attacks." That is to say, once truly attacked by an evil spirit, if an ordinary person is not a devout believer wearing a holy emblem, he can basically only run for his life, otherwise even if he is tied with steam bombs all over his body, it will be useless.

And the one beside Xia De is not an evil spirit, it can only be considered a soul staying in the world of the living, otherwise it would have been eliminated by the power of the church long ago. As for the reason for appearing, Xia De doesn't know, and doesn't want to know, after all, it didn't have any bad influence.

"This is probably Mr. Watson's soul, and it will disappear after the funeral ends."

This is a beautiful expectation for the current scene, but unfortunately he guessed wrong.

Pretending not to see the soul beside him, maintaining the action of looking forward for five minutes, another cold breath appeared on the left hand side, and at the same time, the voice of the second man appeared:

"It's really interesting, I can actually see my own funeral with my own eyes."

Xia De glanced to the left again, and sure enough, the second soul appeared.

Both souls looked like middle-aged men in their forties, standing side by side on the aisle carpet leading from the church door to the podium. They almost blocked the church door, and neither of them noticed that someone beside them was quietly watching them.

Judging from the words when the second soul appeared, he was the deceased Mr. Watson.

"I didn't expect you to be dead too, Mason."

Mr. Watson said. Xia De's ears moved. Mason seemed to be Mrs. Watson's surname before marriage, that is, the surname of the guy who killed Mr. Watson.

Xia De concentrated his attention and became interested in the following conversation. After all, compared to the boring funeral of a stranger, the conversation between two ghosts must be more exciting.

"Yeah, fifteen years later than you, I didn't expect to see you here."

Mr. Mason said. Both souls maintained the action of looking forward, not looking at each other, as if this was just a chat that happened during the funeral.

"I don't know why I appeared here, I just heard her crying, so I came. The old Greta is still so beautiful, I really hope I can live to see this scene."

Mr. Watson sighed.

"I also hope I can live to see my sister grow old, unfortunately..."

Mr. Mason sighed. Xia De didn't expect that the soul could also do such an action:

"You appeared here, have you ever resented it?"

Mr. Mason asked again in a chatty tone, and Mr. Watson replied:

"That was more than thirty years ago, what's the use of resenting her?"

"Her? Why resent Mrs. Watson, shouldn't it be resenting Mr. Mason?"

Xia De was suspicious in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, for fear of being discovered eavesdropping, so he couldn't hear the whole conversation completely.

"Yeah, thirty years, I still remember that rainy night I went to your house to deliver red wine, Greta sister who opened the door was drunk, and there was alcohol and blood on her body..."

Mr. Mason paused:

"I have always known that you have deep conflicts, I didn't expect her to kill you."

Xia De blinked. In fact, he didn't care what he was watching at all. He was more interested in the conversation between the two ghosts. Mr. Watson didn't seem to be killed by his wife's younger brother, but by his own wife.

"That day she drank a lot of wine and asked me about Miss Emma... You know I couldn't explain."

Mr. Watson's tone was very complicated. Xia De is not the kind of person who can parse seven or eight emotions from one sentence, but at least he knows that this soul is very helpless now, and also very annoyed and regretful.

"Yeah, you couldn't explain, after all, that woman was pregnant with your child. Look, that middle-aged man in the third row is also 32 years old this year."

Mr. Mason prompted, so the conversation was interrupted for a while, and Mr. Watson's soul looked up for a long time:

"Greta didn't make things difficult for them? Before I died, I clearly admitted it."

"She drank too much wine that night, and didn't remember what she heard or what she did the next day at all. It was I who moved your body away that rainy night and washed away the traces. Greta sister only remembered that you had a big quarrel, and then you left home in a fit of anger."

Mr. Mason's soul told the story of the past, and Xia De also had a question. Of course, he didn't intend to say it. He didn't want to lose the qualification to listen to the story because of his interruption.

"Later you 'went missing', sister was very sad, I persuaded her to travel to other places, during which I transported your body back, hid it in the basement of your house, and sealed it behind the brick wall."

"So, she wasn't questioned by the police and could continue to live a decent life?"

Mr. Watson summarized.

"Yes, I was suspected of murdering you, so I surrendered. Later, I spent an unforgettable time in prison, left a root of illness, and passed away not long after being released from prison. I didn't say what happened that night, after all, this is not her fault."

The two men talked about these stories of the past, and neither showed too much emotion, as if they were just chatting with old friends.

And Xia De, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, was already thinking about telling Miss Louisa what he saw today. This is probably very good writing material. Accepting this commission itself was just wanting to relax before the big war, and by the way, see Mr. Sparrow. Now hearing such an interesting story, the time spent this afternoon was not wasted in vain.

The conversation between Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason ended temporarily here. They stood side by side, watching Mr. Watson's friends during his lifetime say goodbye one by one. The two souls only commented on the appearance of old friends from time to time, and didn't talk much about anything else.

And when the last priest went on stage to evaluate Mr. Watson's life, Mr. Mason mocked the comment of "loyal to love," and when he heard "he was generous and charitable by nature," he even ridiculed Mr. Watson beside him.

The latter was not angry either, just calmly explained his life. Xia De heard Mr. Watson's confession completely. If what he said was all true, then this should be a typical lustful and greedy middle-aged businessman.

There was nothing big and evil, but it was definitely not a good person.

At the end of the church funeral ceremony, everyone stood up together and prayed for Mr. Watson with the priest. Xia De also stood up and repeated those words expressing blessings with the voice of the old priest.

The two souls didn't follow everyone to speak, but when everyone sat down and the priest announced that the coffin could be transferred to the underground tomb, Mr. Watson suddenly raised a question, which was also the question Xia De had when listening to the story:

"You said... did Greta really forget about that rainy night? Or was it just..."

"... unwilling to bear the crime of killing her husband, ultimately letting her younger brother fall into prison."

Mr. Mason completed the second half of the sentence.

Xia De heard this and glanced at the two souls quickly, worried that they would suddenly turn into evil spirits. But fortunately, they only raised questions, and their emotions remained calm.

Everyone stood up, and the four professional pallbearers of the church lifted the coffin placed on the rack in the aisle of the seats. The priest, Mrs. Watson, Xia De, and Mr. Watson's younger brother Johns Watson left the church first, followed closely by the lifted coffin, and behind them were the friends and relatives who came to see them off.

The two souls didn't leave, nor did they stay in the church, but moved forward with the team, just happening to be beside Xia De.

Xia De watched Mrs. Watson shedding tears while being supported by the middle-aged bodyguard, while continuing to listen to the conversation between the two souls.

Moving forward along the stone road connecting the small lecture hall, walk one hundred steps forward and turn left. Placing the coffin in the underground tomb is a relatively high-end burial method. Large families can even have a whole underground tomb, allowing every generation of the family to sleep together after death.

Of course, expensive and high-end is not because the decoration of the underground tomb is very good, but only because people's tradition is like this.

"After being said by you like this, I also really want to know whether she really forgot, or deliberately didn't want to remember."

Mr. Mason said softly. Xia De caught a glimpse of his soul looking at Mrs. Watson in front.

"Although the past has passed, I also want to know. After all, she forgot this matter, which led to me being buried thirty years later."

Mr. Watson also said so.

"Then why not ask her directly."

"Do you know how to let her see us?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know either."

The tone of the soul's conversation was monotonous. Xia De understood that the book was right. The mortal soul has no protection and cannot stay in the world intact. The two souls beside him are probably just things like fragments, only stronger than the soul shadow summoned by Xia De using 【Soul Echo】.

Even without interference, they will probably dissipate soon.

The weeds and trees in the cemetery in summer grow vigorously, but the conscientious gravedigger has trimmed the area he manages very well. In the cracks of the stone road, the height of the weeds is only flush with the stone steps. In the gaps between the neat graves, the big trees let the sun leave mottled shadows on the tombstones.