Chapter 3329: Life and Death Covenant

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the town outside the house changed day by day, and the house also became old day by day. And the girl looking in the mirror in the house had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, white hair on her head, and her waist and back gradually became hunched, but the vivid memories of the past in her mind were still repeated in every night's dream.

Many years ago, the house was connected to gas and steam pipes, and the daughter born to the couple next door could already knock on her door to ask if there was candy. The grave of the little dog that passed away many years ago was already covered with blue flowers, and when she looked at the snowy mountain alone from the window, the person who was being waited for still hadn't returned.

The small town outside the house changed day by day, and the house also became old day by day. And the girl looking in the mirror in the house had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, white hair on her head, and her waist and back gradually became hunched, but the vivid memories of the past in her mind were still repeated in every night's dream.

Many years ago, she returned to her parents' home on the Old Continent for a short time after entrusting the neighbors to take care of the house. Her parents had already forgiven her for the elopement when they passed away, but that was already the era when the little girl next door would still mischievously climb onto the roof.

"When I returned to my parents' home after leaving the town for a short time, I was still thinking about whether you would be waiting at home when I came back."

The old lady whose face was illuminated golden by the sunset said with a smile. During her narration, the ghoul just stood with a hunched body, occasionally saying the word "Miranda," and his body swayed with the wind.

Mrs. Otto didn't care that the two young people were listening on the side; she just said the road that should have been walked through a lifetime with the person beside her, and told the story that should have been experienced with the person beside her for a lifetime.

Missed, and it couldn't be recovered. She just wanted to fulfill their original promise before the end of her life and dedicate her life to each other. Even if it was in this way.

The sun gradually set, and the increasingly dim yellow light shone on the old lady in her twilight years. But her voice was still gentle. She didn't complain about how lonely and depressed she was during the fifty years of waiting, she just wanted to dedicate the life that was fifty years late, cherishing these last bits of time.

The young white-haired girl standing behind the wheelchair didn't know when her eyes had turned red, while Xia De and Little Mia didn't look at the old lady and the ghoul, their eyes looking past the small town below toward the distance of the sea level, watching the sun sink below the sea level bit by bit.

During the old lady's storytelling, Xia De also turned around and moved the unconscious Mr. Meyer and others to their carriage, incidentally letting the people in the carriage and the coachman fall asleep. Subsequently, he threw out the crystal shoe and left temporarily for dozens of minutes. Although he missed part of the things in the 1820s, neither the people who were focused on listening to the story nor the people who were telling the story noticed his short departure.

Finally, when the last bit of the winter sun was still floating below the sea level, Mrs. Otto's story also reached the point where two young people from outside the town found her on this sunny Sunday afternoon and let her come here.

The old lady's voice disappeared. She didn't look at her husband again, but looked at the dots of lights gradually lighting up in the town below. If it weren't for the malice of fate, she could have experienced countless such evenings with her husband, could have been surrounded by children and grandchildren at this age, and could have told them those stories of the past.

And now, the story is finished.

"Miranda..."

The ghoul Mr. Otto said this again, his voice still hoarse and ugly:

"I'm back..."

He still said this, his head turning toward the old lady's direction.

"I, I, I..."

The stumbling voice was as if wanting to repeat that sentence just now, but the sentence finally spoken was a brand new one:

"I have always, always been thinking of you,

Mrs. Otto's shoulders were trembling; even though he could only see her profile, Xia De knew she was crying. As for Miss Larsen, she was truly covering her mouth and crying; she was a sentimental young lady.

"Miranda, I'm sorry, Miranda, I'm back."

He was repeating those words from just now, and then said brand-new sentences again. The hoarse voice actually had emotion at this moment:

"I'm back... You've worked hard your whole life."

Xia De moved his fingers, letting the wheelchair turn completely to face Mr. Otto the corpse-ghost. He knew this wasn't right, but after sighing in his heart, he still let the wheelchair move a little closer to the corpse-ghost.

Thus, two arms opened, and the living person and the dead person who had missed fifty years embraced each other. The old lady finally burst into tears. She cried very sadly, she cried very hard; after all, this was the unwillingness and grievance of her whole life, the resentment of a lifetime, and the tears shed for the final reunion after a lifetime of waiting.

The cat yawned while blowing the comfortable sea breeze, looking at this scene with disinterest, and then it saw the white-haired human female suddenly pounce toward Xia De, burying her head in his embrace and sobbing.

Although this wouldn't squeeze the cat standing on Xia De's shoulder, it still let out a "meow~" to express its dissatisfaction.

Xia De patted Miss Larsen's back gently. This story was indeed very moving; as for whether it could be considered a tragedy, that would be for Dorothy to judge later... this was just a tragedy.

The sun in the distance thus disappeared completely below the coastline amidst the weeping on the low cliff. Twilight always passed quickly. When Miss Larsen left Xia De's embrace while covering her face, she first sniffed, and then noticed that the inverted sea of stars had already appeared above her head:

"Sorry, I... I lost my composure."

Xia De shook his head:

"It's okay, I understand."

Then he looked at the couple who were still hugging each other:

"The final wish has been realized, so now it's time."

Although it was cruel, this sentence had to be said by Xia De:

"Mr. Meyer and the others were put in the carriage by me, but lying down in this season will also cause them to catch a cold. Mrs. Otto, your husband is leaving."

"Where is he going?"

The sobbing and weak old lady asked.

"To that place where he should have gone long ago."

Although the "Gate of Death" was one-way and would not have any impact on the world of the living, Xia De still didn't want to open that gap in front of the elderly Mrs. Otto.

Just now, while she was telling the story, Xia De had temporarily returned home to the 【Holy White Hall】 in the attic to replace the old god's blessing from "The Innocent Creator" to "The God of Ferrymen."

He thus lost the ability to turn people who volunteered to become toys into toys, but gained the ability of "Sailing on Dry Land" (Chapter 2741).

At this moment, as the snow surface and mud on the ground surged, a familiar small wooden boat slowly rose from beneath the earth, causing ripples to echo across the ground. The "artifact" oar given by the god was placed on the small wooden boat. Xia De patted Miss Larsen again to let her release his arm, handed the young lady, who felt a bit cold after crying, a coat, and then boarded the boat with the cat, picked up the oar, and stood at the stern:

"Time to go."

Mr. Otto the corpse-ghost then pushed his wife away. While the latter shook her head with red eyes, wanting to follow, he looked at her one last time, then turned and climbed onto Xia De's boat.

The old lady, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, fell back into the wheelchair. Miss Larsen wanted to comfort her, but the old lady requested:

"Can you help me up? I want to stand and see him off."

The white-haired young lady carefully helped the old lady up, but didn't dare let her get close to that strange little wooden boat. The old lady waved goodbye to the people on the boat while sobbing, promising in a hoarse voice:

"Goodbye, Ralph. This time, you have to wait for me to come find you."

Mr. Otto the corpse-ghost shook his head incessantly:

"Miranda, Miranda, no, don't be in a hurry to find me, I, I, I will wait for you."

"We're off."

Xia De said. After nodding gently to Miss Larsen, he touched the ground lightly with the oar in his hand, and the small boat slid toward the edge of the cliff ahead as if sliding on water.

Amidst the weeping of Mrs. Otto, who was standing there supported by Miss Larsen, the speed of the small boat kept increasing. Xia De had already found the direction toward death. He had thought the boat would smoothly enter that dark water area at the edge of the cliff, but he didn't expect the boat to rush out from the edge of the cliff all at once.

"Hmm?"

Xia De was greatly shocked in his heart, and then the small boat left ripples in the air, flying all the way toward the starry sky above. He didn't know what was happening; it seemed the blessing of the "God of Ferrymen" had taken effect, but why "Sailing on Dry Land" could make the boat fly was truly a difficult problem.

The two ladies at the edge of the cliff looked up as the small boat in the air got higher and further away. Suddenly, the corpse-ghost sitting on the boat sprang up. But he wasn't trying to jump off the boat to escape; instead, he grabbed the edge of the boat and shouted downward:

"Miranda~ Miranda~ I will wait for you forever. You waited for me for fifty years, I can also wait for you for a hundred years. Don't be in a hurry to see me, I will wait for you forever, don't be in a hurry to find me."

His voice miraculously returned to normal at this moment, and the unfrozen frost remaining on the surface of the corpse also melted during this process, then turned into little silver-blue light spots trailing behind the small boat.

Those silver-blue rays of light scattered toward the small town lit by the lights of ten thousand homes under the starry sky, but more of them fell toward the direction of the cliff.

Mrs. Otto raised her hand, watching an ice-blue little flower fall into her palm. And after those rays of light fell onto Miss Larsen on the side, the "other me" in her ear reminded her softly—

【Stella, your soul possesses the ability to contain more frost power. Congratulations, you have once again digested a portion of the power of the holy relic "Winter Movement."】

If the corpse-ghost could stay in this world of the living now, he would already be considered to have officially stepped onto the path of the supernatural.

(End of chapter)