Chapter 2646

The undead was completely suppressed. By the time the surrounding flames disappeared and Xia De fell back to the auditorium floor, the curled-up lady was trembling and trying to stand up. She had regained her sanity, but the sharp pain that seemed to originate from the inside out of her soul had not yet disappeared:

"This kind of pain~ It's been a long time since I've been so clear-headed, a long, long time since I've felt the soul exist so vividly."

Her eyes looked at Xia De with some brightness. Xia De knew this "symptom" very well. When Megan and the Audrey sisters' souls were chaotic, they also gave similar feelings.

"Can you give me another one?"

The lady's soul made a request, but the cat refused for Xia De. She thought this was the other party taking advantage of Xia De. Witches and witch apprentices taking advantage of Xia De could still be said to be their own people, but this soul was not their own:

"What are you thinking? Long time no see, but according to the agreement, we came here to see you again after sixty years. I'm glad you still maintain your sanity."

The cat tried to pull the topic back on track:

"This time we will help your family members all be liberated, but in these sixty years, have you collected the information we want?"

The lady finally stood up completely, leaning against the wall. On that wall was the Bronte family tree. Although the wall was more dilapidated, every name was still clear:

"Yes, sixty years. They have all lost their sanity. If it weren't for the fact that I signed a contract with this gentleman and let my soul feel his breath, I'm afraid I would never wake up like the other family members."

She tried hard to stop herself from trembling, but the cat was even angrier at this statement. She thought that feeling the breath of Xia De's soul should be something she enjoyed alone:

"Please answer our question, what have you learned in these sixty years?"

The soul didn't actually have too many emotions, so she wouldn't be angry because of the cat's strange attitude:

"No, there is no second time traveler. I am very sure that only my son traveled through time. Except for him, I have only seen the two of you who do not belong to normal time... and the cat."

The cat's tail swayed back and forth in Xia De's clothes. She was thinking, while Xia De asked:

"Besides this, what else do you know? Have you found out about that mysterious existence?"

The lady shook her head:

"I don't know, Theodore hid the information in this regard very deeply... But I at least figured out that Theodore gave a part of his soul to that mysterious existence. That was after 1787. Theodore never gave up on soul experiments. He split his soul and used it to exchange for some terrible knowledge.

I still remember that terrible night. He came here in the madness of soul deficiency, ate many souls, and told those forbidden and terrible knowledge in his frenzy."

She shivered again, but this time it was out of fear:

"Then he used this as his secret laboratory. I have already regretted giving birth to this son. He has done many cruel things in these sixty years, especially after 1821, 33 years ago. He said he encountered a strong enemy, so he must become stronger. At first, he only conducted soul experiments on the souls of strangers, but soon even we..."

The cat looked up at Xia De, and Xia De also looked down at her. The witch's voice appeared in Xia De's mind:

"If there is only one time traveler in this matter, then is it possible that the 'Paradox Worm' is in the soul that Theodore Bronte split off?"

This was also what Xia De suspected, but now they still couldn't find the "Mourner":

"Ma'am, there is a tomb of a deceased person named Jack Bronte outside the auditorium. In 1787, you said it was a fake tomb erected by your son. Do you know if he moved the coffin in that tomb out?"

"I know, that is his method of traveling through time. He used to appear from there. After 1798, he took the coffin away from here. I... we all feel very uneasy about that coffin, very uneasy. There is... sorry, I can't describe it, but it seems like our natural enemy is in it.

Starting from 1791, the coffin often vibrated for no reason. I even felt my power being extracted by it. If you go outside and walk around, you will find that the world now is much larger than when you came in 1787. This is all caused by the power of that coffin."

Xia De was stunned, and then suddenly discovered something he had actually ignored. He probably knew where the "Mourner" was:

"We didn't open the coffin!"

He said to the cat, and the cat was a bit puzzled:

"Didn't we open it? Otherwise, how did we go... We used the key to open the door, we didn't really open it physically!"

The cat also realized this, and her claws immediately grabbed Xia De:

"Solve the matter here, let's go now!"

"Ma'am, I will open a door for you, and you can continue to walk on if you enter it."

Xia De said quickly, and was about to use the Door of Death, but the lady shook her head and refused:

"I want to wait until my son is dealt with by you before leaving. He has done so many wrong things. As his mother, I also have a responsibility. No matter how you deal with him, it is enough as long as you ensure he cannot harm anyone again."

Saying this, she pointed to the underground:

"You must not only be careful of him, but also be careful of the souls underground. The knowledge he exchanged with his soul made a huge undead army for himself, and many of the souls are no less intense than I was just now.

Don't try to solve them here, the number is too large, and this will attract his attention. Please rest assured, if he really wants to use these souls, I can at least block them for you for a while... Go, I hope that next time we meet, you have already let Theodore know that he was really wrong."

The witch had the ability to distinguish whether a soul was lying, and she could see that this mother was sincere. When Xia De left, he even thought about whether to leave one of the three wooden stakes made by Priest Augustus to her, which might play a role at a critical moment.

But he was also worried that this would alert the Death Apostle, so he had to give up in the end.

"We didn't expect that coffin was obviously not right!"

Returning to the real world, when the owl was grabbing the cat and flying in the air, the witch was still regretting this matter:

"That coffin was obviously too old. I didn't notice this at the time."

"Didn't I also not notice it? I only focused on the tree hole at the time, and the power of death escaping from the tree hole also greatly covered up the situation inside the coffin."

Otherwise, Xia De's badge would have told him immediately:

"Don't say so much, York Bronte is still in the city, we still have time."

Ten minutes before noon that day, the owl landed in the familiar sparse forest with Xia De. After digging up the open space again, the coffin was revealed. This time the two cast spells together. With an extremely dull sound, the coffin flew directly from the pit and smashed heavily on the ground.

Even now, the two still couldn't perceive what terrible things were in the coffin. The breath of death seriously hindered perception. Even when Xia De put his hand on the coffin lid again, he couldn't perceive the trace of the "Mourner."

So the best way to hide a stinky egg is to stuff it into the toilet.

Xia De took out the three wooden stakes given by Priest Augustus. This alchemical weapon used to deal with "Death Apostles" was obviously also useful for the "Mourner." The witch chanted on the side. With the humidity of the air, more and more water vapor gathered around, until a cubic water body larger than the coffin itself wrapped the coffin on the ground.

The water body turned black rapidly due to the pollution of the breath of death, but as Xia De poured the No. 3 holy water directly into the water body, the blackened water body quickly became clean.

With a bang, a coffin nail jumped from the southeast corner of the coffin and then bounced out of the water body. Xia De reached out to catch the nails and rubbed his fingers gently on the metal surface:

"Elven runes, this is the creation of ancient elves, this is not something from the Sixth Era at all."

The witch, who was vigilantly maintaining the water body wrapping the coffin, said:

"So, this coffin is also some kind of seal? Actually, the Mourner didn't break free from the seal at all, it was Bronte who discovered it?"

"It's hard to say, but there is no legend of the Mourner in the entire Sixth Era. It is very likely that Bronte really discovered it..."

"Do you want to open it here?"

The Great Witch of Death asked uncertainly:

"If this seal is still in effect, should we open it?"

But Xia De didn't make a choice or further investigate the situation of the coffin, and someone had already given them the answer.

From the gap in the coffin, a small piece of dark red flesh crawled out from inside the coffin. The flesh showed signs of being corroded as soon as it touched the diluted holy water, but this did not affect its rapid proliferation.

When it fell on the ground beside the coffin with a slap, the remaining life force of the nearby forest immediately gathered towards it. Xia De was not unaware of this thing. The silver moonlight in his hand slashed out at the first time, but when the moonlight reached the rapidly proliferating piece of meat, the arm growing from the piece of meat blocked it.

It is not accurate to say it blocked it. The moonlight still slashed the piece of flesh, but the flesh immediately gathered together and continued to grow.

The witch quickly manipulated the coffin to fly far away to prevent it from being snatched, while Xia De stepped forward and blocked in front of her.

The flesh grew to the level of one person's height in the time of a breath. After being slashed into four parts by the crossed moonlight big cross, in the scarlet mist spat out by Xia De, York Bronte, whose skin was half-melted, still grew out, and his scarlet eyes looked at Xia De fiercely: