The Record of Unusual Creatures

Looking at the traditional Chinese medicine nourishing spree out of the Nangong Sanba, Nangong felt that his entire spine was tickle in May. She slapped her shoulder on her brother's shoulder: "Brother, do you believe that I have to change the occasion, I am now flying a tail. you?"

Nangong Sanba hasn't reacted yet: "What happened to me... You don't know how much people need an **** fissure..."

Hao Ren silently slammed the shoulders of Nangong Sanba. He just wanted to say something. Suddenly, the corner of his eye saw that an old-fashioned car was coming from the trail: it was a coincidence that Auguste went home.

"Take your Chinese medicine spree out and see this stuff. Maybe the old man is angry and then ruined with you," Hao Ren said. "Wait, let's see the opportunity, first try Auguste to know the witch." Legend has it that if the legend of the Lech family’s witch has been lost, we will find a way to solve the evil curse of his evil spirits."

The old car bumped along the path into the yard surrounded by thorns and bushes. The owner of the car obviously noticed that there was a stranger at his door. He slammed two horns, Hao Ren guessed. There should be a pair of vigilant and nervous eyes behind the window that is attached to the solar film. Then the car stopped, one was wearing a thick woolen coat, and the hair was gray and bald. The half-old man, about fifty years old, pushed the door open. He looked at the stranger at the door, his face full of vigilance and unconcealed rejection: "What are you guys?"

"Mr. Auguste," Nangong Sanba enthusiastically greeted him. "It's me - these are my colleagues, experts who are very accomplished in occultism and witchcraft. Let's talk to you about some spells and Mysterious knowledge."

"I have nothing to say." Auguste really squinted and did not hide his disgust in his eyes. He raised his voice. "God. Why can't a single old man live a quiet day!"

Vivian has been researching the dried wild vegetables and animal furs hanging on the outer walls of the wooden house. I heard that the negotiations behind me seem to be a little out of order. She turned his head: "You are not always harassed by evil spirits. What, maybe we can... um?"

Vivienne saw August's moment and stunned, as if she had thought of something, and Auguste's reaction after seeing Vivian was more intense: he blinked his eyes as if he was caught in his throat. The same strange "giggle" sound, then the whole body can not help but tremble!

The old man stepped back a few steps, watching the appearance as if he was about to turn around and fleeing, and Vivian was finally struggling in his mind at this time: "Paul? Have you lived to the present?"

"Paul..." Auguste took two steps. Finally, he fell to the ground, his eyes gazing at the sky. "Paul... I haven’t heard anyone call me for three centuries... The hostess, have you finally come back to retrieve your things?"

"How is this possible..." Vivian was stunned. "Is it always you who keep in touch with the Andre family?"

Hao Ren quickly guessed the truth from this inexplicable conversation. He looked incredulously at the trembling old man, and Lily reacted faster. She quickly stepped forward and picked up the old man, holding it together with Nangong. This old man, who is ready to smoke, comes to the door of the house: "Don't say it. Go in and find a warm place and talk about it."

The wooden house was clean, but there was a sense of oldness that was not in keeping with the times. Although modern appliances and daily necessities could be seen here, those things were piled up with quaint wooden tables and chairs. Being in it gives you a wonderful sense of time and space.

The bust of Alexander I was hung under Lenin's head, and the Soviet rocket's bronze sculpture was placed next to the tsarist silver candlestick, the old-fashioned mud brick fireplace. The firewood creaked, and the fireplace used a metal lunch box from the Red Army to heat the soup left in the morning—an old house that was upside down. A lot of things in the house are more ancient than this house.

This is a dwelling place for a lonely person who has lived for three centuries.

Three hundred years ago, the witch left two stones for her two humans. It changed the fate of two ordinary exiles and allowed them to embark on an incredible and completely different life. The careless witch simply couldn’t think of the consequences of her own actions.

A servant received incredible wealth, and a servant received an incredible undead.

And the price they pay for this is the same: the nightmare that entangles their lives.

"Every 60 years old, I will 'dead' in an acute internal bleeding, then I will sleep for three to ten days, wake up again, and return to the state of the first contact with the stone: 22-year-old strong Body," Auguste Vertoriak? Lekih, or Paul, wrapped in a thick blanket sitting on a wicker chair, squatting all over, as if he had been killed by the cold winter. "I don't know what happened to my body, but I know it must be a curse: it keeps me alive for a long time, entangled with the crazy voice in my mind."

Auguste bowed his head and grabbed his rare hair with his hand: "I tried several times to end it all. Once I even pointed my gun at my head, but I finally failed to make up my mind. , resurrected from death... has been circulating until today."

Vivian looked at her former servant, and her memory finally worked once. From the 50-year-old old face, she could still remember the other person’s appearance when she was young: "It has always been your relationship with Andre’s descendants. So they can only receive a letter from a Lekh 'family' - you have no family and no descendants?"

“In the first two resurrection cycles, I got married twice,” Auguste shook his head. “But soon I found out that it only caused trouble. I had to find a way to hide my undead body. Because even my family couldn't understand this phenomenon - my second wife stumbled upon the secret of my resurrection, and she confessed to the church in horror, I was almost burned as a wizard. Since then I have tried Stay away from people, keep moving, and try to hide my secrets. I also tried to pretend to be my own son. This is very useful during the period when the household registration system is not perfect... The first hundred years was very difficult, but I became familiar with it later. The way of life. The census and identity system is a troublesome thing. I lived in the mountains during the entire Stalin era and almost became a savage. During that period, I broke contact with Andre’s family, but thank God, after that, everything went on. It’s getting better. Life is like this, ups and downs. I used to think that the world is boring, but after living for a long time, I found that its speed of change is simply incredible. "

"You play your own offspring or change your identity again and again, and keep in touch with Andre's descendants, but they are not close," Vivian sighed. "You don't worry about them? Worried about them. Your undead body is of interest, and even puts you in danger?"

"Some of these concerns," August sounds low. "After I realized that Andre is dead, and every generation of his descendants is an unpredictable stranger to me, I carefully chose. Keep your own secrets, but this is not the main reason why I am alienated and isolated from the Andre family. The main reason is that voice."

Auguste said, pointing to his head: "It is here, every night will ring, it urges me to go to Siberia, let the two cursed stones reunite. The dark power is divided by the hostess Second, it is eager to get together. I am not sure whether it is attached to the stone or attached to me. I dare not imagine that once I really go to Andre’s house, let the two dark forces merge into one. What will happen... It may recover completely, breaking through the seal of the hostess, and the power of the mortal can't fight the monster."

Hao Ren looked at Vivian with a different look: "Is it split into two? Is that angry spirit cut by you?"

"Don't tease, the anger is not tofu," Vivienne tilted Hao Ren's eyes. "It may be that some of the stones still have a part of the anger. Anyway, Paul chooses to be separated from the Andre family." It is correct that once the obsession is returned to Siberia, it is indeed possible that the seal will be destroyed in advance - Paul, take the stone."

Auguste trembled and got up, as obediently as his own hostess, but he still said: "You still call me Auguste... I have been calling this name for years. Not used to 'Paul'."

After Auguste walked into the back room, Lily couldn't help but watch Vivian sigh: "Look at the mess you left."

Vivian: "..." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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