Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

"I am a cloth merchant, and my fathers were in this line of work, but before my fathers, my family was just a commoner, or a declining noble, although it still retained the ownership of houses and land, but other than that Besides, our family has nothing...Am I digressing? No, what I'm trying to say should be...that's where it came from."

"The ancestor was also a famous noble at that time, and the residence of the ancestor can also be said to be a luxurious mansion, but," Marcos smiled bitterly, "the descendants are unworthy, the glory of the ancestor is no longer, and the house is also There was no money for repairs, so after my grandfather’s soul returned to the mother god’s kingdom, my father made up his mind and moved out of the ancient house, saying that he hasn’t gone back for decades.”

"The business has reached my generation, and it has grown bigger and bigger, and finally I have enough funds to repair the ancient house. Although the ancient house has always been so dilapidated and old in my impression, it seems, as if There is an invisible magic tempting me to return there." Marcos' voice gradually turned from calm to trembling with the memory.

"Dead, dead, all dead, the repair workers are all dead without a place to be buried, although I notified the guards immediately, but they seem to have heard another sentence, I The complaints are of no use at all." Marcos's statement became logically confusing.

"And when I visited the relatives of those workers, those people didn't even remember these things, they didn't even know the workers, and they just said, 'You got the wrong person, sir.'" Marcos' voice became Gradually it became dry, as if he had no raw materials to talk about.

Fren filtered Marcos' words once, and he roughly understood the whole thing. It was almost a businessman who had just started to improve his business. He was about to repair his ancestor's ancient house. Things, Marcos's whole person seems to be cut off by cause and effect.

Fren turned on his spiritual vision and scanned Marcos around, and found that the color of Marcos' brain was indeed the color of tension and fear, but there was no ghostly temperament surrounding him.

Although Furen has only dealt with ghost events once or twice, and has not dealt with such a strange time, Furen still does not panic. As a person who loves to read mystery novels, Furen has already made several inferences.

First, this Mr. Marcos has already suffered from hysteria, and he can't be saved. All he sees is hallucination. Although it is unlikely, it is also possible; It doesn't look like it, after all, grafting fate is such a terrible thing, so it is also excluded; third, it is the most likely conclusion that Marcos is entangled by a powerful ghost.

Afterwards, the ghost might not kill Marcos for the first time out of a playful mood, but took over his body when Marcos was about to say the existence of the ghost. The words Marcos heard were all illusions.

Such a powerful ghost, after thinking about it, Furen felt that this ghost is very likely to be an ancient wraith. The curse of the ancient wraith is one of the main materials of the 'Recorder', and Furen felt that he could take this once. danger.

However, Furen is not sure, because there are still many terrifying and magical events in this world. Furen feels that even the gods cannot understand them all. After all, even the powerhouses like the ancient sun **** were not omniscient at the beginning.

After listening, Fren pondered for a while, then got up and smiled and said to Marcos, "Mr. Marcos, this matter is not difficult to solve, so let's go."

"Ah, um, okay," Marcos woke up from a nightmare, although his tone was pleasantly surprised, but still full of half-sleeping nasal voice, "By the way, Mr. Fren, your reward? You see it this way. ?" Marcos quoted about two hundred pounds.

Furen also has a certain understanding of the price of the entrusted task. The price quoted by Marcos is quite reasonable, so Furen does not hesitate. It seems to be more neat than the client. After all, if it is really an ancient ghost , Fren will follow without hesitation, no matter how small the reward is.

After a boring transfer, the coachman finally pulled Furen and Marcos to the front of the Carson family's old house.

The old house of the Carson family is built with stone as the main material, which is completely different from the wooden structure of the usual Feneport buildings.

At this time, the sun is gradually setting, and the red moon is gradually rising. Although Furen has certain expectations for the remoteness of the old house of the Carson family, when the time from noon to the afternoon until the sun sets, he feels the formation of the mountain. Somewhat unhappy.

The old house of the Carson family can be said to be a small house with strong winds. Under the light of the red moon, the tall but gloomy trees around the old house swayed even more, and several windows of the stone house were also affected by the wind. , trembling uneasily, making a 'pong pong' sound.

At this time, Marcos, who Fren suspected of having severe tremor, was shaking to the extreme at this time, but the sudden light stopped Marcos' trembling a little bit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What Fren got in his hands was exactly the A hand lamp called a must-have item for adventure by the adventurers of Fenebot and Lenburg. It is a kerosene lamp version of the flashlight made with a peculiar structure. Although the kerosene burns dimly, this lamp is indeed shining. White light came out.

"Let's go!" Furen held the hand lamp and walked to the gate of the old house step by step, but Furen did not let Marcos wait outside. Furen was really worried that Marcos would be scared to death by himself. .

"Boom dong dong", the sound of the door of the ancient house being pushed open is not heavy or brisk. When it is just pushed open, it takes a lot of strength, but after that, the strength will be used less, and the sound of the door is also The accent of the interval was pushed away.

After Marcos entered the ancient house, the door of the ancient house suddenly became lighter, and it was closed against the mixed feeling of light and heavy just now. Although it was silent, it blocked the faintly shining moonlight.

In the space that suddenly became quiet, Fren heard Marcos's rapid and heavier breathing, and the sound of the wind that was obvious just now around the ancient house suddenly became louder, the 'tatter' of raindrops It also reverberates outside the old house if there is no place.

"Are there candles in this room?" Fren asked Marcos behind him, frowning.

However, Marcos did not answer, but returned with a penetrating smile, but Fren felt that it was not Marcos's laughter, and the sound of Marcos' breathing behind him suddenly disappeared.

Fren recalled for a while and realized that the rapid and frightened breathing of Marcos that he heard just now had a regular pattern of repeating every ten seconds, but it sounded very real. It should not be the breathing of a normal person.

"It's a little troublesome."