It seems that even if the old ghoul remembers that the whole family was killed by the demon, he can't get rid of the influence of the relic.

"You insist on remembering these things in order to save the whole family?"

"And for revenge."

In the cloudy yellow eyes, there is an emotion that seems to be able to burn everything:

"There will always be someone who will stop Stone Oxenfurt. There is no guy in this world who has no enemies. I know we can't, even if we have the power now. But I also know that there will always be someone looking for that A treasure, and then drive it out of our world. For this, even if I endure another hundred years of torture, it will be worth it.”

Although the emotions of ordinary people cannot create real miracles in this real world, at least they have done what they can.

"Where is that item now?"

Xia De asked, the old ghoul shook his head:

"Beat me, defeat me in any way, prove that you can do it, and I will give it to you."

"Actually, I know that there is a high probability that it will be on your little daughter...Okay, I will prove it."

The old ghoul broke the glass and jumped from the window on the third floor into the courtyard in the snowy night. Xia De first put away the family photo frame on the bedside table, then took the suitcase to the window, and then a group of red butterflies flew from the bright window into the night like streamers.

Those red butterflies held up their suitcases, and regrouped into Xia De's body in the snow that had been completely covered by heavy snow. The last butterfly, reluctant to let go, disappeared on Xia De's left shoulder.

At this time, the old ghoul has let go of the ghost dog. The ghoul is crawling on the ground, the black devil rune is rushing from its mouth to the whole body, and the black flame with the smell of sulfur rises from its four arms and two feet. , the whispering elements of the manor gathered towards it, and the ground under its feet gathered a steady stream of curse power on it.

As the last owner of this manor, in theory, old Watson is indeed the strongest individual here.

"I will bestow upon you a doomed death."

Xia De kissed the round emblem on his chest, then threw the suitcase on the ground, and took out the most important item inside, that is, the copper long sword that was almost as long as the suitcase.

Attached to the long sword is the effect of the spell "Undead Slash" that can cause damage to undead and undead creatures. At the same time, there is a simple gear mechanism on the hilt, which allows the long sword to spray various potions stored in advance.

The sword was made to order at Old John and then enchanted by Priest Augustus. While not the most expensive item in a suitcase, it's definitely the most powerful.

Holding a long sword in the heavy snow and looking at the prostrate monster opposite, white smoke spewed out from Xia De's nostrils. After a huge snowflake drifted past, blocked the view and then drifted away, the ghouls on the snow had disappeared.

The long sword with faint moon marks was drawn out and cut forward. The roar of the monster and Xia De's figure were all covered by the heavy snow.

The waving long sword left colors under the night, and the flying snowflakes covered all the scars. Exquisite sword skills, weapons that completely restrain the opponent, and monsters that have no intention of killing make this battle no suspense at all.

After a long time, as the voice of "Moonlight" rang out in the snow, the silver light traces running through this phantom snowy night seemed to penetrate the entire night.

Xia De was out of breath, put the sword away and put it back in the box. He picked up the box, brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and looked at the old ghoul in front of him. His six limbs were all severed, his heart was nailed to the heart by a silver nail, and he wailed in pain in the snow.

Xia De ignored it but turned and returned to the mansion. Not long after, the eldest son of Watson with a mouse tail, the wife of old Watson in a ghost state, and the younger brother of old Watson covered in pink fat were all "moved" out by Shad.

The family gathered in the snow, Xia De asked in a deep voice: "You can let your little daughter come out."

As soon as the words fell, the spiritual banshee, who covered her face and wept, floated down from the roof of the mansion. She floated past Xia De, fell into her mother's arms and continued to sob

. And the woman's soul, who was unable to move at this moment, actually hugged the girl in her arms with trembling arms.

Seeing this, Xia De also took back the dark candle that put the spirit body to sleep.

"The devil, the earth, and the relic. To make you truly die, you must clear these three forces in order. The first is the Keeper-level relic [Noble House]."

Shad took out the photo frame he took from the bedside table just now, and asked old Watson:

"If you really love that ghost dog so much that you carried it with you even after you died, why didn't you take a photo with it in your recent family photo?"

In fact, Xia De is not sure about this, but it doesn't cost money to guess.

But this time his luck was quite good. The ghost dog that was circling around Old Watson's feet in the snow turned around and looked at Shad, with a man's voice in his mouth:

"I'm curious, what is the relationship between your ancestors and the Witch Emperor who ruled the Widun area? My uniqueness has confirmed to me that you are really the most important person to His Majesty."

Ghost Dog looked up at Shad:

"If I didn't know that the emperors would not have children, I would even suspect that you are the descendant of Her Majesty Violet."

Xia De smiled and shook his head:

"Through the curtain of time, through the long river of time. I am here, she is there, we are all missing each other, this longing can even span a long era... probably like this."

As he spoke, he recalled the blond-haired, high-spirited witch, but he didn't know when the next meeting would be.

"Is that so...I probably understand that you do have the demeanor and elegance of a great noble from the Fifth Era. I am very happy to entertain you as a guest. May the great councilors and witch emperors protect their people forever."

As the ghost dog said, he kindly reminded:

"However, your opponent is the evil spirit of the third era. If you want to defeat it, the contents of your box are not enough. I recommend you to find Her Majesty Violet's weapon, which is also inherited from the third era. The sword of the third era."

"Thanks."

Xia De said with a smile, the ghost dog also nodded, turned around on the snow and disappeared.

The whispering element is gradually receding, but the night has not faded, and the old mansion standing in the snow behind it is still the same. It was just that the five monsters in front of them realized what had happened after being in a trance for a while.

"Then there is the curse of the crazy land, but before casting the spell, I need to get the treasure here.

Shad reached out to the sobbing girl, whose back was turned to Shad, her face moved away from behind her hands, and the old woman reached out and took a box out of her hand, and handed it to Shad.

This box is neither metal nor wood, and the withered yellow color is actually a rare bone product. After touching the box, Xia De actually felt the pendant on his neck vibrate suddenly.

This does not mean that he has encountered the witch, the approach of the witch's power will only make the badge heat up. Xia De keenly felt that the bone white edge of the badge was constantly vibrating.

"My little girl was not rude, her face was ruined by Oxenfurt in the boiling water, and she didn't want to see anyone again.

The old ghoul lying in the snow said in a hoarse voice, Xia De nodded, frowned and opened the bony flat box, and then showed his original expression in the snow:

"You really found the right thing. This can indeed deal with Stone Oxenfurt's immortal body, and it can also suppress the things behind Oxenfurt to a certain extent. Unfortunately, it is not enough."

Lying in the box were two slender finger bones. The familiar force, as well as the vibration of the badge on his chest, are telling Shad what it is.

This is part of the body of the original angel [Angel of Death], and this power is enough to deal with most immortality. Now, Xia De understood why the stone mirror demon - Goetheming knew that this thing was in the manor, but he still didn't take it away.

This power is old enough, but unfortunately if it's just two finger bones, it's not strong enough. Leave it where it is and use it in the future to rule Stone Oxenfurt

, certainly better than the devil himself risking contact. The reason for not wanting the believers of the evil **** to take it away is because they are worried that the believers of the evil **** will know how to use this thing to deal with it relying on the guidance of the gods.

"What a surprise."

Xia De muttered to himself, and asked the old ruler ghost:

"Where did this come from?"

"My business partner introduced a group of tomb robbers from other places, and they sold this to me. They said that this is the best amulet for tomb robbers."

This description is quite correct.

"Where did those tomb robbers get these 'talismans'?"

"The city of glass, Mikaela Blast Furnace City, I don't know the exact location, but I just know that city they came from."

"Is it the border city of Delarion and Carson Rico?"

Xia De nodded, wrote down the clue, and then carefully put the bone box into the inner pocket of the coat:

"And then there is the madness that drives the earth. You stand here and don't move no matter what happens."

Holding the soil in his left hand, and the petals in his right hand, the earth runestone obtained from [Plague Merchant] was tied to his wrist. Following Xia De's call, the clay holy grail that shone with miraculous aura slowly took shape under his hands. At this moment, the night was pierced by a glare of sunlight, shining on Xia De's body, making him shine like in the snowy night.

The Holy Grail sank under the snow and soil, and as the gushing spiritual energy spread to all parts of the manor, the night was slowly dispelled by the Monday afternoon sun~lightnovelpub.net~ above the head. And as the sun gradually shrouded the snow-covered courtyard, the near-real environment created by the memory of the earth and the power of the relic gradually faded away.

The big tree in the yard collapsed, leaving only the trunk covered by the snow, and the flat grass stretched from under the snow to the sky, swaying with the wind in the snow. The neat iron fence seems to have been destroyed by the power of time in an instant. It was just dilapidated at first, but looking at it now, even the part on the east side has completely collapsed.

Dry vines covered the walls, the swing seat board in the yard fell under the snow, and the rope had long been lost. The dried black blood stains changed the color of the door of the entire mansion. Behind the glass that disappeared one by one, inside the windows were piled up corpses and dilapidated interior scenery.

The painting fades, time never fades away, it's just covered up. Everything returned to normal, and the story of Watson Manor finally came to an end.

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