Chapter 2638: Soul Fire and Mrs. Bronte

All the windows in the dilapidated auditorium were haphazardly nailed shut with wooden boards, and the arched ceiling originally should have had brightly colored murals, but at this moment those murals were corroded by dampness, revealing weird and terrifying abstract shapes.

The stench of dampness and decay rushed toward them. The mist inside the auditorium was not as thick as outside, so Xia De and the cat saw a tall undead standing in front of the wall depicting the Bronte family tree at the end of the auditorium, turning to look at them when hearing the sound of the door opening.

Pale green ghost fire lit up all the rusted kerosene lamps on the auditorium walls the moment it moved, and that pale green soul body already indicated that it was a mindless evil spirit.

The evil spirit looked like a slightly obese middle-aged woman, nearly three meters tall, holding a candle holder shaped like a human skull in her right hand, and wearing a black tattered dress.

Probably because its mission was to guard this place, it started attacking the moment it turned to see Xia De.

The candle holder was brought in front of its wide mouth, and then it blew fiercely, and the pale green soul fire rushed toward the auditorium door like a sea of fire.

"This is soul fire; don't touch it directly!"

The gray-black cat on his chest immediately reminded him.

"Understood, Ha~ Moonlight Slash!"

Xia De clapped his hands together and pulled them forward fiercely, and a brilliant silver light arc split the sea of fire and slashed toward the undead at the end of the auditorium.

But the undead disappeared in the fire, and then appeared in another corner of the sea of fire that covered one-third of the auditorium's area. It raised the candle holder and blew again, and the surging pale green flames rolled toward Xia De again.

"Lagley's Leap!"

He stepped forward and appeared in the high air on the right side of the undead where there were no flames in the next moment. The Moonlight Wheel in his right hand rotated and rubbed against the air, already making a buzzing sound, but the light wheel flew over and split the sea of fire, yet the undead moved to another place in the sea of fire once again.

It was not that Xia De didn't use the "Space Stability Ring," but clearly the opponent wasn't using space movement at all this time.

"It is moving in these flames; this is a special ability of a special undead."

The cat on his chest gave the reminder again, and Xia De swung the 【Chain of Sin】 to tie it to the remains of the chandelier on the ceiling so that he wouldn't land.

The tall undead in the shape of a woman let out a sound similar to a laugh, "Gaga~." Its figure became even taller, and dozens of green fireballs rose in the spreading sea of fire, then perished together with the fire-red fireballs that appeared beside Xia De above the sea of fire.

"Do you need my help?"

The cat lady was eager to try, but Xia De shook his head:

"It doesn't need you to deal with this kind of enemy. So what if it uses flames to move? This isn't an open space with an infinite area. Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Three, two, one! Light Spell!"

At the tip of his raised right finger, silver moonlight erupted in the small auditorium like a sun. Even though the cat witch closed her eyes in time, she still felt like she was about to melt in that light at that moment.

Cat fur, whiskers, eyelids, and even the tail hidden in her clothes all felt that holy and pure moonlight turning into substance at this moment. And when the moonlight disappeared and she opened her eyes again, the gloomy auditorium just now simply seemed to have turned into a small sanctuary for worshiping holy emblems.

The floor and walls that could be seen were all emitting silver faint light, and the weird plants growing here also seemed extraordinarily strange at this moment. And under such high-intensity moonlight purification, the pale green sea of fire naturally disappeared, and even the evil spirit curled up in the depths of the auditorium in front of the wall where it appeared just now, its figure gradually recovering to normal human size.

"This can also be called a Light Spell?"

The witch was greatly surprised:

"I have never heard of a Light Spell that can directly purify this kind of special undead... Is this some Moon God's divine art? Did she teach you this too?"

But Xia De just rubbed her head subconsciously, not wanting to answer this question here.

Bringing the cat to the evil spirit, he found that there were cracks everywhere on the surface of its soul. Xia De raised his hand, wanting to give her the final blow, but was stopped by the cat again:

"Wait, wait, she is not a normal evil spirit; it is the environment here that made her lose her mind. Now you have purified most of her power and resentment, and I can make her recover to normal for a short time."

She wanted to jump out of Xia De's clothes to cast the spell, but immediately changed her mind:

"Hold me above it."

Xia De thought this was a necessary step for spellcasting, so he pinched the cat's body under its front paws and held it up. So the witch shook her tail shyly, and her two front paws scratched in the air a few times:

"Witch Secret Art - Charlotte's Mercy! No, not my assistant; this is the name of an ancient witch empress."

She even explained specifically to prevent Xia De from misunderstanding.

So the circular ritual base appeared on the ground where the undead was curled up. Warm white light rose from the ritual base, accompanied by some pure white glowing feathers drifting down from the void. The light of the feathers repaired her soul and temporarily allowed her to recover her reason.

Xia De stepped back a few steps and put the cat back into his clothes, then watched the woman whose figure had recovered to normal human size climb up from the ground with difficulty.

The color of her soul had turned pure white at this time. She raised her head to look at Xia De. This was a noble lady around forty years old. She did not pick up that candle holder. After standing up, she had no expression, neither angry at being almost killed by Xia De just now, nor confused about who the stranger was.

She just nodded slightly before asking:

"It has been a long time since I was clear-headed... May I ask, have you already killed my son?"

"Sorry lady, who is your son?"

Xia De asked suspiciously. The noble lady was silent for a moment, turned her head and looked at the Bronte family tree on the wall:

"Theodore Bronte."

The black-haired lady from 1821 said that Theodore Bronte of 1787 was the current Ben Bronte, and the current Ben Bronte was York Bronte of 1854. Three generations of the family, except for Theodore Bronte being a baron, the other two identities were the second sons of the family.

The grandfather and uncle were York Bronte himself.

"Sorry, I haven't killed anyone in your family."

Xia De said like this, and the noble lady lowered her eyes and faced Xia De again:

"Then, do you belong to the current time?"

Xia De looked at the cat raising its head on his chest, knowing they had found the key person:

"Lady, before we answer your question, perhaps you should also answer some of our questions. We came from afar indeed because of your son, but there are some things we haven't figured out—what exactly did he do?"

"Theodore, he... fooled death."

The story was much shorter than Xia De imagined, at least much shorter than the story of the Kamin family, and very simple. The soul explained calmly:

"Theodore didn't want me and his father to die, but we died anyway; he also didn't want his sister to die, but she died too. He also didn't want himself to die. Our successive deaths had already driven him crazy. He was never a bold boy, so he thought of many ways to stay away from death."

"Theodore told me that he flipped through the books in the house and found a real 'Death God' in the woods, wanting to obtain long life."

"Did he succeed?"

"He failed. He was cursed by that mysterious existence, and the destined death would definitely arrive in three years, which is 1787 of today. So Theodore used the tree hole to skip 1787 through time travel. His destined death was this year, so as long as his life didn't pass through 1787, he would never die."

Xia De and the cat on his chest both revealed expressions of awe. Normal people couldn't think of this kind of method, but this indeed explained the current situation:

"I feel he still succeeded. Are you sure that being cursed by destined death wasn't part of his plan? Alright, you don't know either. Then has he never returned since then?"

"Death is attracting him to return. Although Theodore fooled death, he couldn't control time. He is occasionally forced to be brought back, returning with different ages and different identities, but he leaves very quickly."

So when Xia De pushed him back last night at the banquet in 1854, he didn't necessarily realize that this was not a natural phenomenon.

But up to this point, the story of Bronte was also clear.

Theodore Bronte, who tried to escape death, let his life skip 1787, where he was destined to die, which led to him always being a "time traveler." And afterward, he lived in different eras with the identities of his different descendants, until he was discovered by Xia De 67 years later in 1854.

The time paradox had already been created from the very beginning, because Theodore Bronte should not have existed after 1787, so the paradox bug must have been born.

"May I ask, why are you here again? Although this is the edge of life and death, as long as you didn't die in the family cemetery, your soul theoretically should continue to walk on."

Xia De asked again. ===== CHAPTER 2639 =====

"I have been in a daze ever since I arrived in this world, and my memories are not clear either, so I cannot explain the frequency of his returns."

Therefore, when Xia De pushed him back during "last night's" banquet in 1854, he did not necessarily realize that this was not a natural phenomenon.

But with this, the story of Bronte became clear and understandable.

Theodore Bronte, attempting to escape death, made his life skip the year 1787, in which he was destined to die, thereby causing him to be a "time traveler" forever. Afterward, he lived in different eras under the identities of his various descendants until he was discovered by Xia De 67 years later in 1854.

The time paradox had been created from the very beginning, because Theodore Bronte should not have existed at all after 1787, so the paradox worm was bound to be born.

"May I ask, why are you here again? Although this is the edge of life and death, as long as you did not die in the family cemetery, your soul should theoretically continue on."

Xia De asked again.