The Whispering Verses Chapter 1085: Devil Story (Part 3)

"It has been a long time since the man left his hometown, but his return still made those past friends and relatives very happy. They have learned about the great actions he made." "It was obviously them. Expelled that noble but unfortunate fellow."

Shad continued to comment. Mr. Asmon changed his movements from supporting his knees with his right hand to supporting his knees with his left hand:

"People celebrated the return of their old friend and were eager to hear stories of their travels from him. So the devil satisfied them and harvested all the souls in the celebration."

Xia De picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip, without making any comments this time.

"The devil then returned to the man's home and met the man's family. They did not attend the celebration to celebrate the man's return. The first thing the devil saw was the man's gray-haired wife and took her away directly 's soul. "Because it has fulfilled the woman's desire for her husband to return. ”

Shad whispered, and the weird smile on Mr. Asmon's face became more obvious, "Yes, yes." He spoke in a long voice

"So the devil found the man's eldest daughter and youngest son. They are now adults. The former lives here with his fifteen-year-old son. The devil said very politely to the thirty-year-old woman: Excuse me What do you want? The woman has seen her mother being swallowed by the devil, so she said, "I want to protect my son." "She was swallowed by the devil," Shade sighed softly.

"So the devil said very politely to the man in his thirties: What is your wish? The man who knew he was going to die mustered up the same courage as his sister: I want to protect my nephew." "So. He was also devoured by the devil." Shade sighed again. Mr. Asmon lowered his head slightly, and his whole face fell into shadow

"Finally, the devil asked the thirteen-year-old boy, the grandson of the man without a wish, the only survivor in the entire area: Child, what wish do you have"

"This is unfair. He has been protected by the love of his relatives and should not be asked about his wishes again." Shade pointed out this and Mr. Asmon nodded

"Yes, because of the wishes of his relatives, he still has a chance. As long as the boy keeps silent at this moment, the devil will follow the agreement with men and women and leave here without touching the boy's soul."

Xia De shook his head helplessly and folded the newspaper in front of him: "Listening to what you said, he must have spoken after all.' "Yes. ”

Sean Asmon lowered his voice slightly:

"The boy said: I have heard about my grandfather, and I know that you are not him, you are the demon that was taken away." Shade tilted his head and looked at the demonologist who told the story, who gave this answer The ending of the story

"Now that everyone has been taken away by you, it is my turn to stand up bravely like my grandfather. My wish is to lead you through my life like my grandfather."

Xia De stood up slightly, and then moved himself slightly towards the back of the chair so that he could sit more comfortably. "The exact same ending, this is a cycle." "Yes, because the devil promised to fulfill the wishes of men and women. So, it hid again and entered into the soul of a mortal, and the boy packed his bags and left along the path his grandfather had walked."

Mr. Asmon finally sat up straight at this moment and drank the last sip of ale. "This story is really upsetting, but I guess it's not over yet"

Shad asked. The weird smile on Mr. Asmon's face did not change, but Shad's peripheral vision saw that Mr. Bernhardt had walked down the stairs: "Then next time, continue that The boy’s story, I hope the story will not lead to the demon occupying the souls of the boy’s descendants after the boy’s death.”

Shad stood up, stretched out his hand and shook it with Mr. Asmon, who also bent down and stood up. "No, Mr. Watson. This story is far stranger than you think."

Mr. Sean Asmon continued to stay on the first floor, and Shade walked to the stairs to join Mr. Bernhardt with a brand new story. "Your friend?" The vampire raised his head slightly.

"The friends I met in the cold water port of Delarion are just ordinary people." The handshake just now was to confirm this. Mr. Bernhardt nodded and didn’t ask any more questions

"Come upstairs with me. Wilson's mood is a bit broken. He was almost killed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society has mastered a unique method of dealing with vampires.

Although his tone was understated, Shade could feel the gentleman's irritation.

A shabby hotel will naturally not have any luxurious rooms. Even if Mr. Bernhardt claims that this is the best room in the entire hotel, in Shade's opinion, it is only more comfortable than dozens of people sleeping in a real slum. Rooms together are better.

Just like what Mr. Bernhardt said, Mr. Wilson, who had messy light brown hair, was already a little hysterical due to excessive fright. Schad and Mr. Bernhardt comforted him for a while before he managed to calm down and told them what happened in the morning. What happened was roughly similar to what Shade and his two men guessed. The Pantanal Voodoo Society heard that Mr. Wilson was going to sell the relic weapon to a very powerful local clan member, so they attacked Mr. Wilson first.

The stranger who broke into Shade's house half an hour earlier than the two of them was a high-level warlock. Mr. Wilson, who only had three levels, was no match at all. If he hadn't suddenly had a premonition of the threat of death while divining his fortune last night, and therefore prepared the thaumaturgy [Blood False Body] in advance, he might really be dead.

"I want to leave here immediately! Yes, leave immediately, go to Willendale. It's terrible, it's terrible!"

This gentleman seemed to be frightened by something, and this kind of fright was obviously not normal. He kept mumbling to himself, sometimes pacing in the narrow room, sometimes pointing at the two visitors in horror, expressing his inner fear. "Obviously, in addition to the threat of death, he may have seen other things in the divination."

Mr. Bernhardt said helplessly that although he has a level as high as the seventh ring, he is not proficient in treating this kind of mental illness. This is not a problem caused by the influence of the relics, it is purely a mental injury caused by seeing terrible things. "I can give it a try."

Xia De thought for a while and said, took out his moonstone ring, kissed it gently and pointed it at the slightly crazy man "Confusion"

The thaumaturgy [Confusion] was obtained from the exchange with the first librarian Miss Olan Nord in the Valley of Death. The essence of thaumaturgy is to use the properties of yellow moonlight to turn normal people into madmen and madmen into normal people. However, in Shade's hands, the most common use is to confuse those summoned objects that are not very intelligent.

At this time, the yellow moonlight has brilliantly exerted its "guidance" effect. Mr. Wilson gradually calmed down in the yellow moonlight. Mr. Bernhardt pulled up a chair for him to sit down. The latter covered his face with his hands, and it took him a long time to say "Oh" as if he was waking up from a dream. , this is really... terrible. "What happened, what did you see?"

Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly asked this rare fortune teller among his kind. The latter took a deep breath and removed his hands covering his face, with an indescribable expression of exhaustion on his face

“A horrific earthquake, an unprecedented snowstorm sweeping half of the old continent...disaster is coming.’

Ever since he first saw Shad in Huntingdon, Mr. Bernhardt had a premonition that something big was going to happen locally. At this time, I got the confirmation personally, and I felt relieved in my heart. I felt like "boots landing" and even had an inappropriate smile on my face

"It's finally coming, ahem, I mean, what kind of disaster? What did you predict? Are you sure your interpretation is correct?" Mr. Wilson shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor

"After my avatar was killed, I performed a divination on the trap seed left in my body by the high-circle sorcerer of the Pantanal Voodoo Order to find out who he really was. Although I I don't have the confidence to take revenge, but at least I have to know who my mortal enemy is.'

The "trap seeds" probably refer to the **** vines that Shade and Mr. Bernhardt encountered when looking through the corpses. Under the gaze of Shade and Mr. Bernhardt, the man trembled violently

"My divination was so successful. It was as if the God of Destiny had glanced at me during that divination. I had never had such a smooth divination... It was like holding a life expectancy. The rusty ax actually chopped down a big tree with one blow; it was like a poor watchmaker who made a perfect wall clock in a daze."

"This shows that your divination skills have been greatly enhanced. From now on, you can call yourself a quite talented diviner." Shade said with admiration.

Luvia once said that once similar divination is made, it means that the divination skill has greatly improved. The girl with purple eyes can only feel a similar feeling every time the chosen one officially appears.

"Yes, yes, I did gain new spiritual runes and power, but I also saw... deep in the great swamp, the evil thing that has been roaring in the subspace seal for thousands of years, that The filthy and terrible sacrifices in the ancient temple, the furious nature, and the catastrophe that followed!" He suddenly shouted loudly

"This is a sign! This is the first step! The snowstorm throughout the winter has sounded the first alarm bell for the material world, but no one knows why this is the death knell.'

Mr. Wilson's mood became excited again. His eyes bulged as if they were about to burst out: "I saw the angel with white wings flying in the lake. I saw the ten thousand years. The squirming vine tentacles in front of me returned to the material world. I saw the wise man holding a book in his hand, laughing and standing high on the lighthouse. I also saw the crying female diviner with purple eyes, watching everything go to destruction! '

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