He covered his face and tried to cry, but this soul that stayed for some reason did not have this function.
With the consent of the owner of the coffin, the two sorceresses raised their hands, opened the coffin with a spell, and took out the stone figurine as a burial object. Tifa wrote down the will dictated by the old man - Pic Pasolona.
Jenny Pasollo took five-tenths of the entire property, three-tenths of it, and donated the remaining two-tenths to the Creation Church, and promised to help him execute it.
And Xia De waited until the other party finished dictating the will and then asked:
"Although I don't know why you stayed here, I think you want to leave too, right?"
The old man nodded and glanced at the tomb dejectedly:
"Before I died, I really thought that I would be completely free from all worries after death, but I didn't expect that I would not be able to be clean after death. I accepted my unexpected death. After all, people always have to die, but this happened after death.
, it’s really frustrating.”
"I have the ability to liberate you by contacting your soul. But before you leave, I want to ask some questions about Miss Grace White and Miss Helen Black."
[Death Door] can also allow the soul to directly enter real death, but this cannot contact the obsession of the remaining soul. Shade will only use [Death Door] against evil spirits. Normal souls like this
, it would be better to send him away with the power of [Guide to Death].
Soul glanced at him unexpectedly:
"What an unexpected question, young man, what do you want to know?"
"Don't you think these two ladies are strange?"
"Of course it's strange, but what does this have to do with me?"
"Then you only need to answer my two questions. Miss Helen Black, who is 22 years old this year, lost her sister 11 years ago. So how old was Miss Grace White when she passed away?"
"22 years old."
Mr. Simil Pasolo gives the answer.
"Very well, then do you know the elders of the deceased Miss Grace White?"
Mr. Pasolo's soul actually smiled:
"Young man, you have grasped the key point very well. I thought I was the only one who could discover this wonderful little secret."
Shade narrowed his eyes slightly:
"The elder of Miss Grace White, who died in 1842, wasn't named Black, was she?"
The soul nodded slightly:
"I promised others that I would keep this secret. Young people and ladies' secrets are not so easy to explore."
After saying that, he stopped talking, obviously not intending to reveal any more information. Shade also followed the agreement and used the thaumaturgy [Guide to Death] to touch the other party's soul.
The hand exuding an ambiguous gray light touched the luminous soul, and then scenes of the soul's life flashed before Shade's eyes. Compared with the knowledge loaded with extraordinary power, the most important moments in a mortal's life are
The picture does not put any pressure on Shade.
However, when the soul in front of him turned into a point of light and disappeared, and Shade's eyes returned to normal, he actually saw a girl wearing a black gauze skirt in the last picture.
She stood in front of the steps in front of the apartment dusty, as if she had returned from a trip, while the servant behind her was carrying two suitcases. The weather was very good that day, it seemed to be early spring, and Helen Black was wearing a long black dress.
skirt, and on her head is a beige wide-brimmed hat dotted with black fleur-de-lis.
She nodded slightly towards the outside of the picture, probably to say hello to the owner of the memory. Under the bright sunshine, this lady with a rather good-looking face was as beautiful as the most delicate flower in early spring.
Shade was not sure what era this memory was from, but he was certain that the girl who looked to be in her twenties with half a red butterfly pendant hanging around her waist was the same as the one he met at the cocktail party in the previous century.
The face shape of the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl in black dress is almost exactly the same.
Her temperament is nothing like that of an old man who has lived for thousands of years. She still looks like the girl she once was, playful and a little shy. Just like she was when she said goodbye to Shade at the cocktail party.
"It turns out it's really them."
【Surprise?】
"A little."
Tifa saw that Shade had finished talking, so she walked over and handed the stone figurine to him. Although it was a burial object, the stone figurine did not come into direct contact with the body, and it was not very dirty after a little cleaning.
Shade, who was still feeling a little emotional, rubbed the base of the cold stone figurine with his palm, and looked at the carvings under the light of the silver moon. There were only two sentences in the remaining article:
"die."
The two sorceresses had already exited the tomb, leaving only Tifa standing next to Shade. The black-haired maid looked at Shade's side face under the moonlight, and the corners of her lips with obvious lip lines were upturned in a smile, while Shade
De translated softly:
"The burden of death will fall on the shoulders of those who can see through death. That is."
The last few words were a bit blurry, and it took Shade a while to recognize them:
Chapter completed!