Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

Here we go again, those chaotic babbles, those crazy noises.

Only this time the dream was clearer:

In the dark altar, dark green slime covered every corner.

The believers with blue and black complexions have only a pair of pure white eyes, empty and cold.

Lying on the altar, he felt the blood and vitality in his body draining away.

The believers laughed, stood in a circle around him, and began to chant triumphantly:

"The shape of time, the shadow of time."

"Circular occlusion, smooth as silver."

"I'm lost, I'm lost. In this sleepy drifting silver."

"Here lies the mad and the perishing, and the fog is about to rise."

"Dedicate a pure soul to you, and welcome your arrival."

Everything in front of him, including the darkness, was distorted.

He was forced to watch His coming—

Ripples like starlight appeared in the void, and he slowly emerged like a silver river.It was a mysterious ringworm, its body fluid was like transparent water, but also like condensed light, its body was dotted with spiral eyes.

Those eyes were all fixed on him, as if they were going to drag him into the stagnant dark swamp.

"no no!"

"do not want!"

The boy woke up from his nightmare.His clothes were drenched with sweat.

He looked around in a panic—the night was covering the surrounding fields, and he was the only one in the room.

He pursed his lips, shivering and went into the closet, the feeling of being wrapped in soft fabric made him calm down a little.

Bang, Bang.Someone knocked lightly on the closet door.

He poked his head out carefully, and sure enough, he saw a boy who looked exactly like him standing there, and asked him, "Why are you hiding in the closet again?"

Ever since Si Qingxuan said that he wanted to kill all those monsters, Young Master Morandon took the closet as his own nest and shrank in it at every turn.

In the beginning, Si Qingxuan always forced the young master to hide in the closet in order to "occupy the magpie's nest"—seeing him shrunk in the small closet obediently, Si Qingxuan felt a little guilty.

As a result, now, the young master completely regards the closet as his safe house, and he is usually unwilling to come out when he has nothing to do.Sometimes he and Si Qingxuan had conflicts, and he would close the closet door with a "snap", expressing his refusal to communicate with Si Qingxuan.

...I simply live like a pet squatting in the closet.

Si Qingxuan was speechless.

But this time, things seem to be different.

For some reason, after the closet door was opened, the young master looked at Si Qingxuan with the eyes of a savior——

"You're finally back!" The young master's expression reminded Si Qingxuan of a tearful cat's head emoticon, "I'm so scared!"

Si Qingxuan: "..."

Si Qingxuan laughed slowly: "Are you scared?"

"Need I remind you a little bit?" He lowered his head, and slowly moved closer to the young master's face, watching the other's pupils gradually dilate, "To you, I am a stranger. Strictly speaking, I am not Human beings are something closer to the 'god' your steward believes in."

"I'm using your identity to do whatever I want." The corners of Si Qingxuan's lips curled up slightly, and his tone was soft but dangerous, "Why - aren't you afraid of me?"

The young master panted lightly.

His forehead hair was wet with cold sweat, and the light in his eyes was like the wick of a candle that was about to be extinguished.

He recalled everything he had experienced in his dream... the pain of passing his life, and the frightening moment of being watched by "His".

But he remembered something more—and that was the unquenchable rage in his soul.

No one will willingly sacrifice for another's beliefs.

They took him as a sacrifice, as an animal to be slaughtered.Compared with being tied to the altar without knowing anything, knowing that you are a sacrifice in advance and waiting for the guillotine to fall on your head is more difficult.

The housekeeper's intimidation and threats to him undoubtedly meant that he had no strength to fight and no courage to escape.

He kept silent, so those terrible ravings and bloody threats echoed around his pillow every night.

How can you not hate?How can you not hate?

"...you have been helping me." The young master said in a hoarse voice, looking stubbornly into Si Qingxuan's eyes, "I don't care what you are, whether it's a god or a devil, you have the ability to free me from becoming a sacrificial priest." to make my death less pathetic—that's enough."

"I won't let you help me for nothing. You can take everything I own. My property, my life, and even my soul can all be dedicated to you!"

[This is really a bird trapped and a car overturned, a poor mouse gnawing a raccoon! 】The system exaggeratedly shed tears of bitterness for him,【If it is placed in the real world, we must help with this!It's a pity that we are now in an illusion. Even if he is willing, we still can't get any of the things he promised... It's a pity, it's a pity. 】

"Don't show off idioms in front of me." Si Qingxuan said.

[Okay.But High Priest, this kid is confessing his love to you, he is willing to sacrifice his soul for you, this is already a die-hard believer!Sure enough, putting people in a desperate situation first, and then saving him as the only hope - this kind of routine of harvesting believers has been prosperous for a long time, and there is a reason...]

"You seem to have said something dangerous just now." Si Qingxuan said helplessly, "Could it be that evil gods are all such bastards?"

[Don't worry, I know that your standards for believers have always been different, you would rather lack than abuse, I understand. 】

Being disrupted by the system, Si Qingxuan's original little touch disappeared in an instant.

He sighed, and looked at the young master with more scrutiny: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

The young master was silent for a few seconds, and described to Si Qingxuan the scene he saw in his dream.

After he mentioned the "secret room", "green slime", and "sacrifice circle", Si Qingxuan probably knew it in his heart.

The dream that the young master had was not pure imagination, it was very likely that it was the future that was about to happen.

After he finished describing the appearance of the strange creature, the system said: [The Ouroborcus has been hammered. 】

[This kind of weird creature usually only appears in a certain time and space when it is summoned.After the summoner offers sacrifices, he can get the ability related to time, allowing time to go round and round under his control. 】

[Ordinary people can only use this ability on a specific item; people with extraordinary talents can radiate this ability to a certain geographical range-how much it can affect the other party depends on each person Cultivate the law of harmony. 】

"Controlling the flow of time in an ancient castle... what level of ability is it?" Si Qingxuan asked thoughtfully.

[Let's not go up or down. 】The system said, 【But the power covering the castle is a bit strange.The law of time here is more like acting on instinct than someone's deliberate manipulation. 】

【It just wants to devour more people. 】

……

Inside the castle.

The sparse stars are dimmed.

The Awakened had just decided to "explore" the castle at midnight when they saw thick white mist rising around the castle.

Looking from a distance, except for the outline of the shadows of the trees in the black forest, all the roads are tightly blocked by thick fog.

"What's going on here?" Song Zan glanced at it from a distance, then turned to ask his teammates, "Did there be so much fog at night before?"

In autumn and winter, the ground temperature drops rapidly, causing the water vapor near the ground to turn into mist, which becomes thicker as the morning approaches—this is a natural phenomenon.This is especially true in the village where the castle is located, which is humid and rainy.

But the Awakened stayed in the castle for "so many days", and it was the first time they saw such a thick white mist at night.

... The thick fog was everywhere, as if to seal them all in this castle.

"Hush." ​​Garcia among the awakened made a silent gesture, and pointed to the dark forest that looked more terrifying in the fog with an ugly face, "Look there."

The remaining three people looked in the direction of the black forest.

I saw a woman in a gray dress staggering out of the thick fog, her pale skin was covered with purple corpse spots.

With disheveled hair, she glanced in the direction of the castle—then raised her head, stretched her too-slender neck, and let out a long roar.

"Is she... fraudulent?" Song Zan said in surprise.

"It's the soul returning." Garcia said, "The dead with resentment will return the soul!"

Before they could do anything, the castle suddenly became noisy at midnight.The servants also seemed to have noticed this unusual scene. The originally dark rooms were lit up one by one, and they came out from every corner wearing coats and holding candles, all with extremely terrified expressions.

"Back to the soul!"

"The maid Sophie has returned!"

"She's going to drag us to hell!"

Soon, the crowd screamed one after another like noisy frogs.

The butler Rudolph in a suit and leather shoes appeared with a straight face. Even at this moment, he maintained his own elegant demeanor.The steward gathered everyone on the terrace, including the four outside consulting detectives.

But Master Morandon was the only one missing from the crowd.

The awakened ones exchanged glances, not knowing what script was connected to this illusion.

"Please be safe, everyone!" The butler first maintained order in a loud voice, and then walked through the uneasy crowd to several consulting detectives, "Mental detectives, as you can see, the worst is happening in the castle right now." The situation. Although I didn’t believe that there was such a thing as returning souls before, but, damn it, all of you have seen it—”

Sophie's ghost was gone, but the dense fog seemed to be alive, pressing towards the castle building step by step.

The trees, flowers and plants engulfed by the dense fog disappeared in an instant.

"We don't have much time. Sophie's grievances have already permeated the land, and we must find a way to appease her grievances." The housekeeper took a breath and said, "Has the investigation in the past few days come to fruition? Have you figured out the truth?"

In other words, who is the murderer who killed Sophie?

According to their "investigation results", the answer here should be Young Master Morandon.

If it were a team that wasn't made up of awakened ones, the answer would be Young Master Morandon.

But the awakened ones have long noticed the strangeness in the butler—if the young master is the innocent one, and they choose to help the butler and put the blame on the young young master, wouldn't it be the end of it?

The awakened ones looked at each other, hoping to find an answer from their partners' faces.

"Mr. Detective?" On the other end, the butler was still pressing them.The servants holding candles seemed to be very concerned about what was going on here.For a moment, the entire terrace could hear the sound of a needle falling quietly.

"..." Suddenly, Song Zan's eyes lit up, and Fuzhi said inwardly, "The murderer is Mr. Ricardo Morandon!"

Other awakened people: "..."

Song Zan: "Why, why are you looking at me like that? Didn't the ghost point it out to us?"

"Ricardo... Ricardo Morandon? Isn't that the master who has been missing for a long time?"

"Nonsense! How can someone who has disappeared for so many years come out to commit murder?!"

The butler's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

But there was not only pure anger in his ugly face... but also the annoyance of encountering an unexpected situation.

"I'm not lying." Song Zan said loudly, his face full of righteousness, "This name was told to us by the maid Sophie Ireland Detomon! Her suicide was not an accident, but someone did it on purpose. It was... Ricardo · Morandon's ghost killed her!"

Everyone was stunned by this unfolding.

But thinking about it the other way around, Sophie can become a ghost after death, it doesn't make sense that the noble Lord Morandon can't become a ghost after death!After Ricardo Morandon died, due to some kind of grievance, he attached his soul to this land and hanged the maid Sophie to death—this logic makes perfect sense!

Song Zan almost applauded himself.

Unexpectedly, this statement caused even greater panic.

"What, it's Master Ricardo's wronged soul..."

"The rumors are true! This castle is cursed! The Morandon family is cursed!"

With panic on their faces, the people dispersed one after another, and went back to the room to close the door—perhaps they were also hurrying to pack their luggage.

It's all like this, if you don't run away when it is dawn, what are you waiting for!

The butler Rudolph seemed eager to punch Song Zan in the face a few times: "Look what you are talking about! You are called here to clear up the rumors, not to let you confirm the cursed name of this castle !"

Song Zan, however, was reticent. He pointed to the mist in the distance and the looming figure of Sophie, and said, "I'm not lying either. It's all like this. Is it wrong to say that there is something wrong with this castle? "

The butler was choked alive, and after a while, he calmed down his breathing, and looked at Song Zan with cold eyes: "How did you know the name Ricardo Morandon? ... You have been to the Black Forest without authorization." ?”

Song Zan: "..."

Probably because the butler's eyes were too dangerous, Song Zan, who has always been fat and fat, dared not answer this question.

The butler squinted, with the corners of his eyes raised high, and just as his eyes were about to be covered with a white film, someone joined the conversation with a smile.

It was "Master Morandon."

But Zhao Lin could tell at a glance that it was Si Qingxuan who was wearing a disguise.

Si Qingxuan's aura couldn't be concealed—he walked like a star left behind in the world, and all mundane things were dumped at his feet.

"In the middle of the night, this place is really 'lively'." He said with a smile, but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes, "What were you talking about just now? Mind if I listen too?"

Butler Rudolph fell silent for a moment.

"You just said, who is the murderer? Ricardo Morandon, my poor father? It is absolutely impossible. He is such a loyal and generous man, even if he is turned into a ghost, he will not take his anger for the innocent Sophie Irishd."

Master Morandon said convincingly, while speaking, he gave the housekeeper Rudolph a look, meaning to ask for his opinion.

"...Yes." Rudolph showed a slightly twisted smile.

Look, everyone can see how reluctantly and against one's will these words are.

"I think we need to think from a different angle." Master Morandon looked at the thick white mist in the distance, and said with confidence, "The reason why Sophie's soul can be drawn to this castle is not just for revenge. One reason..."

"What else could it be about?" asked Domingo. "Is it because of her—?"

child.

No one said the last two words.

But everyone is tacit.

"Yes." Master Morandon seemed relieved, with an expression of "Thank God you all thought of it", "Her child is still in this castle."