Chapter 485: This world is really small

Chapter 485: This world is really small

The longer I know this bat, the more I feel that this girl is a miracle of the evil of the big universe. The facts happening in front of him make him believe in this:

Vivienne’s own poor jingle, but the bat she lost was cultivated into a fine-haired family, and the landlord around her worked for the gods, and even she took it to her own broken stone. A few tons of gold gave birth to an Andre family. This girl is a personal mobile auspicious. When applied properly, she can exchange her husband's house for a safe and wealthy life at the expense of her unfortunate.

Of course, this auspicious role is very rare. Most of the time she is better at letting the people around her be as bad as her. The guy who is with her is not easy to walk, but it is easy to walk, lose money, drink water, and sneeze. The molars were cramped - the Romans and Egyptians had something to say about it, and Hao Ren felt that even the Trojans could throw the pot on this auspicious bat: who let her run in Troy at the same time Be a hitter.

Perhaps the Andre family is a subtle resistance: they have gained amazing wealth from the gifts left by Vivienne, but by the way they have been tossed by a terrible evil for three hundred years, these three hundred I am afraid that the annual toss has far exceeded the value of the few tons of gold.

Lily patted Vivian's shoulder and didn't miss any chance to provoke a bat: "Your trumpet is better than you. Now even your teammate's trumpet is better than you. Ben wants to think of you. The biggest value of this life is probably to set off all kinds of trumpet."

“Is this a space storage device?” Hao Ren curiously stepped forward to pick up the triangular gadget. The finger swipes quickly over its ridges, and the space opening closes: it seems that even after such a long time, its operation is still sensitive.

The data terminal drifted over and researched: "It should be said that it has the function of space storage. But this module only accounts for one-third of its volume. The rest is in standby mode, it seems to resonate with other devices to produce Function, the machine scans its structure like a wireless device."

"Another stone..." Hao Ren looked up at Wei Wei'an. "Where is another stone now?"

Vivian shrugged: "I don't know, I only know that my younger brother became the ancestor of the Andre family, but the younger brother is dead and live is not clear. Another 'stone' and your hand This is not the same. It may not bring wealth to the holder. The younger brother probably has no good luck with Andre... he may have died in the snow and ice of Siberia."

"Do you know?" Hao Ren turned to look at Igor, and talked about the two humans who followed Vivienne in Siberia. "There should be two people who follow the witch in the past. In addition to your ancestors, there is another guy who also gets a 'stone.'"

Originally, Hao Ren did not report much hope. But Igor actually nodded. "...a mysterious person, living in St. Petersburg, should be the descendant of the person you said."

Hao Ren has some accidents: "Mysterious people?"

"For three hundred years, the Andre family has always had intermittent contact with another hermit family," Igor grabbed the button on his chest. This seems to be his habitual action when thinking about problems or being slightly nervous. "We I don't know what the actual situation of the other party is. I don't know if they are poor or rich. This intermittent connection has been passed down from the ancestors. We exchange some sporadic situations, such as whether the family members are healthy, whether some kind of 'dark power' has The signs of getting out of control... I don’t dare to say anything else. The letters are very concealed. Sometimes we are not very sure about the content of the letter – this is to prevent the evil spirit from cursing. And whenever the other party will only send A representative exchanged letters with the Andre family. Everything we know about the hidden family is limited to that person, so I say it is a 'one mysterious person.'

“Why is this so troublesome?” Nangong did not want to understand in May. “Why not directly contact with each other? Since they are descendants of the servant’s servant, do not have to be so secretive?”

"They are also troubled by another curse. Perhaps related to their curse content," Igor spread his hand. "This is the habit of the ancestors. Although our respective ancestors worked together three hundred years ago, after the terrible curse came into effect, our ancestors chose to be isolated from each other. After that, the descendants did not know the reason. It’s just a matter of caution. There are evil spirits on the head, and everything must be done with care.”

Then Igor took a bunch of letters from another small room nearby: "This is what we communicate."

Now that the evil spirits in the castle have been expelled, Igor is finally not afraid that these things will anger the evil forces.

The letters were meticulously kept, old and new, and the extent to which the paper was yellowed and weathered showed that they came from many years of great span. The oldest letterhead can even see the coat of arms of the Ekaterina period. Hao Ren casually took a letter from the inside and found that the above is an obscure whisper and metaphor: "... distant friends, my situation is stable, the dark voice has never left, but it has never been diffused from the nightmare. This year is more than in previous years. Difficult, the wind in the north has an unknown atmosphere. Two of the younger generations in the family may not survive this winter: their bodies are gradually becoming empty, and an indescribable darkness is replacing their souls, perhaps next month. I am not sure if their own skin is still their own..."

Hao Ren took another one. It was written more than ten years ago and it seems to be sent from St. Petersburg: "...To a distant friend, please allow me to introduce myself. I am August, replacing my father and you. Continue to contact. My father has left this suffering world, and the nightmare has finally left him. I hope that the dark power will not continue to entangle his soul in another world. My situation is a bit bad, that hungry voice It started to sound during the day, but it may be the reason why I am not skilled enough..."

Hao Ren took a few random shots and found that it was basically something that was so obscure and plausible. These letters use a very cautious approach to bring up the evil spirits that entangle them, and try not to say too much about their situation. From the lines of the words, you can see the deep fear of the writer. But Hao Ren looked at them but only felt that he was violating. He asked Vivian: "How many anger?"

"One," Vivian pointed at her feet. "Let's the one we just got."

Nangong frowned in May: "If there is only one anger, then this is called August, what is his family entangled?"

"There is only to find him to know," Hao Ren held the last letter, which was written a few months ago. "At least we have his contact address. It is good to go to him to go back to the stone. Igor, Can you help with the line?"

Igor slammed his hand and showed some embarrassed expression: "Maybe I can write a letter... but I'm afraid I can't help too much. I and Auguste have completely relied on these hidden and obscure for more than a decade. Letters and exchanges, we know very little about each other's family, and we can't talk about any personal friendship: because of the ban from the ancestors, our two families don't even dare to meet. But if the witch reveals identity in front of him It should still be useful."

Vivienne doesn't think so: "You can't pin your hopes on it. The other person doesn't necessarily be like you..."

At this time, Nangong Sanba suddenly inserted a mouth: "Wait a minute, I confirm the confirmation - Igor, do you say Auguste lives in St. Petersburg? His full name is Auguste Fotto Riak? Lekih?"

Igor was surprised and nodded: "Yes, you know?"

May looked at him unexpectedly: "Brother, do you know this person?"

"This world is really not big," Nangong said with a grin. "Auguster, I helped him with a ritual of rituals three years ago. He is a lonely man living in an old house on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, forty or fifty. year old."

Everyone on the scene was amazed. Igor felt that the drama was incredible. He eagerly asked about another family situation that had served the witch: "How is the situation at Lekih's family? Their family..."

"Family? They don't have a family," Nangong Sanba shook his head. "As Vivian is worried, the other party is different from you: Auguste is an old man who lives alone in the suburbs. He has no relatives and friends. I am at him. I didn't see anything related to the witch in the old house. I am afraid that the family has already died to the last step. It is hard to say that he still knows the witch."

Igor opened his eyes and finally all the feelings turned into a long sigh. (To be continued)

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