The Record of Unusual Creatures Chapter 483: I know your ancestor

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There was a tense atmosphere in Andre ’s ancient castle, and all the servants were instructed to stay in their rooms not to go out at will. The deep roaring and strange screams from the underground of the castle make people can't help but think of hundreds of giant beasts fighting in the bottomless evil abyss. This sound penetrates the high walls and floors. The blocking of the thick velvet carpet echoed like a direct penetration into the human brain.

People hid in the room tremblingly, covered in heavy quilts or blankets, a weird cold wind had been hovering around the castle for hours, even if there were thick walls separated, this unnatural The strange wind still penetrated every room, making the castle as cold as outside. Some of the servants who lived on the lower floor of the castle even saw phantom snowflakes appearing out of nowhere in their rooms. They were transferred to the second floor hall in panic. This bizarre phenomenon is unprecedented in the many horrible events in this **** castle. People think of the exorcists who entered the underground to fight against evil spirits earlier. They know that the supernatural phenomenon in front of them must be The fierce fighting deep underground is related.

The cold wind and snowflakes that passed through the wall weakened a few times, and then strengthened again, and people speculated that these strange phenomena should be related to the fighting situation deep underground-regardless of whether these phenomena increase or decrease, It is a comfort to people, which at least proves that the following battles continue, those exorcists have not failed, and the battle has entered a stalemate stage.

For the poor people in this castle, the evil spirit has always been synonymous with Wudi. As long as someone can fight it to a deadlock, it will be a great encouragement to them.

When most people stayed in the room and dared not to go out, Igor the castle owner stood in the courtyard behind the main building. He was covered in a thick fur coat and covered with a layer of snowflakes. The cold is almost drenching the bone marrow, but his eyes are still staring at the door of the chapel.

The housekeeper with the zombie face stood beside him, shivering from the cold, but still standing upright and trying to persuade his master: "Master, come back to the room, at least it will be warmer."

"No, wait again." Igor murmured as if to himself. He glanced up at the high wall behind him, and the outer wall of the castle was gradually covered with a layer of frost, a sight never seen in the past three hundred years.

Because of the presence of angry spirits, this castle is always the most special place on the snowfield. The snow outside from nature has never entered the range of 100 meters around the castle, but now, from a twisted nightmare The snowstorm was flying from deep underground, gradually freezing the fortress. He saw that the thick rocks were covered with large and large ice shells, and numerous snowflakes emerged from the surface, as if consciously circling on the outer wall of the fortress. At the same time, there are constantly snowflakes seeping from the wall and floating into the high sky: it is the heavy snow flying out of the room. This incredible phenomenon is reflected in the dark brown eyes of Igor. He seems to see an ancient and powerful soul rushing to the surface violently, and behind this soul there is another more powerful thing chasing him, that more The powerful weird thing has a wonderful melody, light and weird, it seems to be a song ...

Singing?

Igor shook his head. He knew that the anger had just invaded his own consciousness. He might have received the scene deep underground through his senses, but what happened to the singing?

Just when Igor was puzzled, the blizzard from the bottom up suddenly stopped.

"It's over?" Igor stretched out his almost frozen hand to pick up the snowflakes that were floating back from the sky. The latter penetrated his palm like a shadow, and the housekeeper beside him asked subconsciously Author: "Master, who won?"

Igor felt that the voice that had been lingering in his mind for decades was slowly going away. Since the nightmare birthday at the age of six, he finally felt an indescribable calm again: "Maybe ... The evil spirit is finally dead. "

After a while, he heard a loud noise from the chapel, and the housekeeper was subconsciously nervous, but when he saw the human being pushing the door, he relaxed again.

Hao Ren was surprised to see that Igor was standing at the door and waiting for himself. Looking at the thick snowflakes on the old man, it was estimated that he had not stood at the door of the chapel from the beginning.

"Everything is done below," Hao Ren nodded to Igor. "Anger ... The evil spirit has been caught, we will take it away."

Igor finally heard the result with his own ears, and was immediately excited to want to give Hao Ren a hug, but he almost fell to the ground as soon as he walked: the old man's legs were frozen.

"Thank you, thank you ... I do n’t know how to express my gratitude. No one has lifted the curse for three hundred years. I never thought that the nightmare of the Andre family would end in my generation ... "Igor came to the Hao Ren trembling with the help of a middle-aged butler," I ... "

Hao Ren waved to him: "These things will be said later, and now I have more important things to ask you-do you remember the gift your ancestor got from the witch? Is it a stone."

Hao Ren's expression is very serious, deliberately creating a gloomy atmosphere, and Igor was tense as soon as he saw the situation: "Yes ... what's wrong with that stone?"

"It has something to do with the" curse "," Nangong Sanba said seriously, "Give it to us."

As soon as Igor heard this hesitant look, he quickly calmed down from the joy of the curse. Obviously, the stone was of great significance to him, and even overwhelmed the Andre family ’s 300 years of evil. Spirit-ridden suffering: "This ... that stone is the foundation of the Andre family ..."

"A stone is heavier than the curse of evil spirits?" Becky couldn't help whispering.

Igor smiled bitterly: "The ancestor once delivered the next sentence, that the stone is a gift from the witch, which can be enjoyed by future generations, but must not be lost or abandoned, otherwise the witch will be punished more severely-I am not I do n’t believe your words, but I believe in the warning left by the ancestors. After all, we have been punished by the witch once: the evil spirit is. "

Hao Ren looked at Vivian crying and laughing: "How big a mess did you leave ..."

Vivian turned around innocently: "What does that have to do with me-people in those days were superstitious, and a normal sentence made them pass on the three generations to be nagging, how can I know that they will later take this matter It's so mysterious. "

Igor puzzled to watch Hao Ren and Vivian whispering there, the Chinese they used, the old man could not understand. But soon Hao Ren turned to him: "You said the witch, right? Then look at the man next to you."

So, Hao Ren pushed Vivian forward: "This is the witch from your family."

Vivian rolled his eyes: "What is heirloom ..."

Igor stunned: "... Ah?"

Hao Ren repeated again, Igor really shook his head, with an expression of crying and laughing: "Please do n’t make such a joke, I know that the masters have some quirks, but this joke ..."

Hao Ren is not nonsense, but it took out the huge portrait from the portable space: "This is what we found underground, the portrait of the witch your ancestor left in the underground palace. Since two hundred years ago, People from your family will not be able to enter the underground palace, so the portraits there are still the original version-see for yourself. "

Igor stared at Hao Ren out of thin air with a stunned expression, and then looked at the content of the portrait even more stunned. He saw at a glance that the photo frame was indeed genuine for years, and the decoration style was very similar to the portrait of the witch in the castle, but he still couldn't believe the content of the portrait-the appearance of the witch was really the same as the girl in front of him.

"This look ..." Igor stared at the witch in the portrait and the hole with burn marks, "This hole ..."

Lily scratched her hair embarrassedly (now she is in human form, so there is no way to shake her tail, she can only scratch her hair): "I accidentally poked it out, this is not the point."

Igor was silent for a long time in front of the portrait. After a fierce ideological struggle, it was still not easily fooled over: "I ca n’t easily believe that the witch appeared suddenly like this ... and why this lady The beginning is not straightforward ... "

Vivian glanced at Igor with both hands on his chest: "Because I ca n’t think of it, who would have thought that the stupid boy would become a rich man, and that future generations would develop like this. It ’s okay if you believe it Touch your own eyes. "

Igor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "Ah?"

"Your eyes are not dark brown when they were born, but grayish blue, but they will gradually become like this after a few months of birth," Vivian has fully remembered the things of the year, she found enough Proof of your identity, "Do you have a mirror?"

The middle-aged butler beside handed a small hand mirror to Igor silently, and Vivian snapped his fingers, and Igor was shocked to see that his eyes were gradually receding into brown, becoming only Newborns in the family will appear grayish blue.

"I left these eyes to you," Vivian laughed. "I left a mark on those two classmates at that time: because I have a bad memory, it was particularly serious in those years. I am afraid to talk to those two. After the kid got away, he forgot to see that he was himself, so he left a mark in their bloodline. "

Lily whispered next to him: "As a result, you have forgotten even the things you left a mark on-for your memory, is there anything you need to know?"

Vivian: "..."

Igor watched his eyes gradually return to brown again. He remembered the admonitions about these eyes passed down from generation to generation in his family, and finally realized what character he was standing in front of him.

The old man squeezed away at once (to be continued.)