Whispering Verse

Chapter 2684 Soul Flame and Mrs. Bronte

All the windows in the dilapidated auditorium were randomly nailed with wooden boards. There should have been brightly colored murals on the curved ceiling. Now those murals were corroded by moisture, showing a weird and terrifying abstract appearance.

The smell of dampness and decay hit their faces, and the fog inside the auditorium was not as thick as the outside. Therefore, both Shade and Cat saw the wall at the end of the auditorium that was engraved with the Bronte family tree. A tall undead heard the sound of the door opening. He turned to look at them.

The pale green will-o'-the-wisp had already lit up all the rusty kerosene lamps on the walls of the auditorium at the moment it set off, and the pale green spirit body with a soul had already shown that she was an evil spirit that had lost its mind.

The evil spirit looks like a slightly obese middle-aged woman, nearly three meters tall, holding a candlestick shaped like a human skull in her right hand, and wearing a black tattered skirt.

Probably because its mission was to guard this place, it started to attack when it turned around and saw Shade.

The candlestick was brought in front of its wide mouth, and then it blew violently, and the pale green soul flame rushed towards the door of the auditorium like a sea of ​​fire.

"This is the soul flame, don't touch it directly!"

The gray-black cat on the chest immediately reminded him.

"Understood, ha~ Moonlight Slash!"

Shade clapped his hands together up and down and then pulled them forward suddenly, then a brilliant arc of silver light split into a sea of ​​fire and struck at the undead at the end of the auditorium.

But the undead disappeared in the flames, and then appeared in another corner of the sea of ​​​​fire that covered one-third of the auditorium. It lifted the candlestick and blew it again, and the surging green flames swept towards Shade again.

"Raglai's jump!"

He stepped forward and appeared in the flame-less sky on the right side of the undead at the next moment. The moonlight ring in his right hand rotated and rubbed against the air, making a buzzing sound. However, the ring flew across the sea of ​​​​fire, and the undead moved again. Another place in the sea of ​​fire.

It's not that Shade didn't use the "Space Stabilizing Aura", but obviously this time his opponent didn't use space movement at all.

"It moves in these flames. This is the special ability of special undead."

The cat on his chest reminded him again, and Shade threw out the [Sin Chain] and tied it to the remains of the chandelier above his head to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

The tall undead that looked like a woman then let out a sound that sounded like laughter. Its figure became taller, and dozens of green fireballs rose up in the spreading sea of ​​fire, and then merged with the red fireballs that appeared next to Shade. All over the sea perished together.

"Do you need my help?"

Miss Cat was eager to try, but Shade shook his head:

"We don't need you to deal with such an enemy. So what if we move with the help of flames? This is not an open field with unlimited area. Just close your eyes."

"What?"

"Three, two, one! Light spell!"

On the raised right fingertips, the silver moonlight burst out in the small auditorium like the sun. Even though the Cat Witch closed her eyes in time, she still felt like she was melting into the light at that moment.

The cat's hair, beards, eyelids and even the tail hidden in the clothes all felt like the holy and pure moonlight had turned into substance at this moment. And when the moonlight disappeared and she opened her eyes again, the auditorium that was so eerie just now seemed to have turned into a small sanctuary where the Holy Emblem was enshrined.

There was a silvery shimmer everywhere on the floor and walls. The dilapidated environment and the weird plants growing here also seemed particularly strange at this time. Under such high-intensity moonlight purification, the pale green sea of ​​​​fire has of course disappeared, and even the evil spirit has curled up in front of the wall where it just appeared deep in the auditorium, and its body gradually returned to normal human size.

"Can this also be called a light technique?"

The witch was greatly surprised:

"I have never heard of a light technique that can directly purify this special kind of undead. Which moon god's magic is this, right? Is this what she taught you?"

But Shade just rubbed her head subconsciously, not wanting to answer this kind of question here.

I took the cat to the evil spirit and found that the surface of its spirit body was full of fragmentation marks. Shade raised his hand to give her one last blow, but was stopped by the cat again:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, she is not a normal evil spirit, it was the environment here that made her lose her mind. Now that you have purified most of her power and resentment, I can temporarily restore her to normal."

She was about to jump out of Shade's clothes and cast a spell, but immediately changed her mind:

"Hold me above it."

Shade thought this was a necessary step for casting a spell, so he grabbed the cat's body under its front paws and picked her up. So the witch wagged her tail shyly, and moved her two front paws in the air a few times:

"The Witch's Secret Art - Charlotte's Mercy! No, not my assistant, this is the name of the ancient Witch Emperor."

In order to prevent Shade from misunderstanding, she specially explained.

Then the circular ritual matrix appeared on the ground where the undead were curled up, and warm white light rose from the ritual matrix, accompanied by some pure white luminous feathers falling from the void. The luster of the feathers repaired her soul and Bring her back to her senses for now.

Shade took a few steps back and put the cat back into his clothes, and then watched the woman who had returned to the size of a normal woman climb up from the ground with difficulty.

The color of her soul had now turned pure white, and she looked up at Shade. This was a lady who looked to be about forty years old. She did not pick up the candlestick and showed no expression after standing up. She was neither angry at being nearly killed by Shade, nor confused about who the stranger was.

She just nodded slightly and then asked:

"I haven't been awake for a long time. Please tell me, have you killed my son?"

"Sorry ma'am, who is your son?"

Shade asked suspiciously. The lady was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the Bronte family tree on the wall:

"Theodore Brontë."

The black-haired lady in 1821 said that Theodore Brontë in 1787 was Ben Brontë today, and Ben Brontë today was York Brontë in 1854. There are three generations in the family. Except for Theodore Bronte, who is a baron, the other two identities are the second sons of the family.

Grandfather and uncle are both York Brontë himself.

"Sorry, I haven't killed anyone in your family."

Sha De said this, and the lady lowered her eyes and faced Sha De again:

"So, do you belong in this time?"

Shade and the cat who raised his head looked at each other, knowing that they had found the key person:

"Ma'am, before we answer our questions, maybe you should also answer some of our questions. It's true that we came all this way because of your son, but there are some things we haven't figured out - what did he do?"

"Theodore, he fooled death."

Most of the banquette seats in the small auditorium have collapsed, but it's still possible to find a place to sit. Shade sat down, but the lady's soul still stood in front of the wall.

She looked at the unfamiliar young man from the North with a cat head on his chest with an expressionless face. The purifying effect of the "Lighting Technique" could still last for a while, and during this period of time, she had always been rational.

"I did come from the future. I discovered that your son has turned into an inhuman monster, but if I want to eliminate him from the source, I must find out what happened to him."

"Young man, what do you want to know?"

Soul asked.

"You said he fooled death, but what happened?"

This story is much shorter than Shade thought, at least much shorter than the story of the Cumming family, and it is very simple, with a very calm explanation:

"Theodore didn't want his father and I to die, but we died anyway; he didn't want his sister to die, but she died too. He also didn't want himself to die. Our successive deaths had driven him crazy, and he never He was not a bold boy, so he thought of many ways to avoid death.

Theodore told me that he looked through the books at home and found a real 'Death' in the forest, hoping to gain a long life. "

"He succeeded?"

"He failed. He was cursed by the mysterious being, and his destined death must come three years later, which is now 1787. So Theodore used the tree hole to skip 1787 through time travel. It was destined that he He died this year, so as long as his life does not pass through 1787, he will never die."

Shade and the cat on his chest both showed expressions of awe. Normal people would never think of such a solution, but it does explain the current situation:

"I feel like he succeeded. Are you sure that him being cursed with death was not part of his plan? Well, you don't know either, so he never came back since then?"

"Death is drawing him back. Although he has fooled death, he cannot control time. He is occasionally forcibly brought back, coming back at different ages and identities, but he will soon leave.

I have been confused since I came to this world, and my memory is not clear, so I cannot explain how often he comes back. "

So when Shade pushed him back at the "Last Night" party in 1854, he didn't necessarily realize that this was not a natural phenomenon.

But at this point, Bronte's story is clear.

Theodore Bronte, who was trying to escape death, skipped his life in 1787, when he was destined to die, which resulted in him being a "time traveler" forever. Then he lived as his own descendants in different eras until he was discovered by Shade in 1854, 67 years later.

The time paradox has been created from the beginning, because Theodore Bronte was not supposed to exist after 1787, so the paradox bug must have been born.

"Excuse me, why are you here? Although this place is on the verge of life and death, as long as you don't die in the family cemetery, your soul should theoretically continue to walk on."

Shade asked again.