Chapter 483 (1/2)

A tense atmosphere filled the ancient castle of Andrea. All the servants had received strict instructions and they were ordered to stay in their rooms. The deep roaring and weird wailing that could be heard beneath the castle painted a picture of hundreds of beasts killing each other in an evil, bottomless abyss. The noise penetrated the walls, floors, and barriers of the heavy velvet carpets. It pierced, and reverberated in people’s heads.

People shivered and hid in their rooms, wrapped in heavy quilts or blankets. A weird cold wind had been hovering around the castle for hours. Despite the castle’s thick walls, the strange wind still broke into each room and turned the castle’s interior as cold as the outdoors. Some servants even witnessed snowflakes in their rooms. The horrified servants were transferred to the hall on the second floor. This weird phenomenon was unlike the many horrific events that had taken place in the demonic castle. People immediately thought of those “exorcists” who went underground to fight the evil spirit earlier. They knew that this supernatural phenomenon had to have something to do with their underground battle.

Cold winds and snowflakes penetrating through the wall had weakened several times, and increased in intensity again. With an uneasy feeling, people connected these weird happenings to the underground battle. Whether these phenomena increased or decreased, it was kind of a comfort for them. It at least proved that the fight was still on, and those exorcists had not failed; the fighting had entered a stalemate.

For the poor folks in the castle, the evil spirit had always been synonymous with invincibility. As long as someone could fight it to a stalemate, it gave them a morale boost.

While most people stayed in their rooms and did not dare to come out, Igor, the owner of the castle, stood in the courtyard behind the main building. He was clad in a thick fur coat, which was covered in a layer of snow. The chill pierced straight into his bone marrow, but his eyes remained fixed on the door of the chapel.

The zombie-faced butler stood beside him, shivering, but he still carried out his duty. He stood upright and tried to persuade Igor, “Master, let’s go back to the room, at least it’s warmer inside.”

“No, let’s just wait a little longer,” Igor murmured as if he were talking to himself. He glanced up at the high wall behind him. The walls of the castle were gradually being covered with a layer of frost, a scene that never happened for the past 300 years.

Due to the vengeful spirit’s existence, the castle was always the most special place in the land of snow. Snow from the natural world never entered the area within 100 m of the castle. However, a snowstorm from this twisted nightmare was now rising up from the ground, gradually freezing the fortress. He noticed that the massive rocks were being covered with large ice sheets, and snowflakes were rising up from the ground as if they were consciously circling and covering the outer walls of the fortress. At the same time, there were also snowflakes penetrating the wall and drifting out into the sky: those snowflakes were flying out of the rooms. This bizarre phenomenon was reflected in Igor’s dark brown eyes. He seemed to have a vision of an old and powerful spirit rushing up violently to the surface of the earth, and behind this spirit, there was another more powerful being chasing it. The powerful weird being possessed a wonderful melody. It was light and peculiar, like a song…

Song?

Igor shook his head. He knew that the vengeful spirit had invaded his consciousness again. He was probably seeing the vision deep underground through the vengeful spirit. But, what about the song?

While Igor was busy feeling puzzled, the bottom-up snowstorm suddenly stopped.

“Is it over?” Igor extended his already frozen hand to catch the snowflakes that were falling back down to Earth. The snow passed through his palm like a shadow. The butler next to him naturally asked, “Master, who won?”

Igor felt the voice, which had been occupying his mind for decades slowly receding. For the first time since that nightmarish sixth birthday, he finally felt an indescribable calm. “Maybe… the evil spirit is finally dead.”

After a while, he heard a loud noise within the chapel. The butler could not help but feel nervous. However, when he saw the door being pushed open and a human stepping out, he was relieved.

Hao Ren was surprised to see Igor standing at the door, waiting for him. Judging from the thick snow on the old man’s body, he knew Igor had been standing there since the very first moment.

“Things down there have been dealt with.” Hao Ren nodded at Igor. “The vengeful… evil spirit has been captured. We’ll take it away.”

When Igor finally heard that everything was over, he wanted to give Hao Ren a hug. As he stepped forward he staggered and almost fell to the ground: the old man’s legs were frozen.

“Thank you, thank you… I don’t know how to express my gratitude. No one could lift this curse off of us for 300 years. I never thought the Andrea Family’s nightmare would end in my generation…” The middle-aged butler held Igor as he staggered toward Hao Ren. “I…”

Hao Ren waved at him and said, “Let’s talk about that later. I have something more important to ask you now. Do you still remember the gift your ancestor received from the witch? Is it a stone?”

Hao Ren deliberately appeared to be serious. As a result, Igor became nervous. “Yes… Is there any problem with that stone?”

“It’s related to the ‘curse’,” said Nangong Sanba. He came up and solemnly said, “We need you to give it to us.”

Igor was hesitant. He quickly calmed down from his joy of breaking free from the curse. Apparently, the stone was of great significance to him, and more important than releasing the Andrea Family from the painful, 300-year haunting of the evil spirit. “That-that stone is the foundation of the Andrea Family…” Igor said.

“A stone is more important than the curse of an evil spirit?” Becky could not help but murmur.