novelonline Chapter 2915 The story is not over yet
Chapter 2915 The story is not over yet
Chapter 2915 The story is not over yet
"I have always believed that resurrecting the dead will bring disaster even if it succeeds."
Xia De said while holding his glass, thinking of many things in the past:
"To put it clichédly - what is the price? And isn't the grandfather who was resurrected by him using his demonic power also at risk like his cats and dogs?"
"Because he firmly believed that his grandfather's heart was as strong as his own, and people who had shouldered responsibilities were trustworthy."
Mr. Asmon took advantage of the brief pause to turn over the ninth card, shook his head, put Star 12 aside, and then told the ending of the story:
“It is not an easy task to retrieve the devoured soul. So he settled down in this small town, and with years of experience and a little luck, he found the soul from the essence of the demon sealed in his body.
The soul was successfully taken out, but the body of the young man's grandfather had already been destroyed. He didn't want to create a body by any means, so he planned to let his grandfather's soul appear in his own body. He would die, and his grandfather would continue the duty of sealing the devil. Until his grandfather wanted to take a break, he could bring him back. "
"This"
Xia De opened his mouth slightly, without even drawing a card:
"Well, if I thought before that he just had such confused thoughts because he had been carrying all this for too long, now it is basically certain that he was influenced by the devil."
"The cat and the dog, like us now, saw the wrongness of this idea and the huge risks involved. But even though the cat and the dog tried to stop it, my grandfather's soul was eventually put into the young man's body. Thus, the demon disguised as a soul was resurrected in the young man's body. There has never been a resurrection of the dead, and what is obtained from the essence of the demon must be a demon."
"Sure enough. So this is another bad ending? After the girl who had a crush on the young man, the noble lady who had a crush on the middle-aged man, and the child who sacrificed her own child for her family, is it finally the turn of this traveler who has walked a long road to die?"
Sean Asmon did not answer, his black eyes staring at Shade. Shade felt like half a minute had passed before he spoke:
"But at the last moment when the devil was about to succeed, the loyal cat pierced the young man's heart with its claws, and the loyal dog smashed the young man's head with its claws.
The demon's plan to take over the young man's body failed, and it returned to the young man's soul. But the young man was about to die, and the demon would be revived because he had fulfilled his childhood wish. The cat and dog, who had been seriously injured in the fight, sacrificed their bodies and souls, burned their own existence, and used the power given to them by the young man to bring the young man back to life from near death. "
A sigh was heard from a corner of the lively First Snow Festival, but no one could tell who was sighing.
"So when the young man opened his eyes again, the sealed demon was still in his body, and there was no travel companion beside him. There were only two piles of ashes in the shape of a cat and a dog, which were dissipating little by little with the wind.
Xia De pursed his lips and took a deep breath through his nose. He still did not draw a card, but turned his head to look at the lively bonfire. Although he knew that the ending of this story would definitely involve sacrifices and deaths, when he really heard the ending, even though it was such a good night, he still felt extremely melancholy:
"I originally thought that they could continue to accompany him for a long time, but I didn't expect them to leave so soon. I am a little disappointed now. Every story is always like this. I know that the story of the devil should be like this, but isn't it a bit...tragic for the sake of tragedy?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Watson. The story isn't over yet."
The demonologist raised his lips, his black eyes staring at Shade's profile:
"When the young man raised his head and looked around, he saw that this was not a quiet and peaceful town, but the ruins of an ancient town standing on scorched earth. Mummies were scattered throughout the ruins, and the suffocating and terrifying power completely polluted the land.
When he brought the remains of the cat and dog's bodies to the small hill outside the ruined town, there was no statue of his grandfather there. There was only a skeleton tied to a cross, with all the flesh and blood eaten by crows.
Xia De turned his gaze towards him:
"So, all this is a conspiracy of the devil?"
"In a dream in the future, the young man who was traveling alone dreamed of the town again.
His grandfather had indeed been here before, but a sinner who wanted to seize the demonic power was greedy for that powerful force, and the resulting riot of evil spirits completely destroyed this place. The sinner was eventually killed by the young man's grandfather and hung on a hill outside the town.
There were no heroic deeds here in the past, only disasters caused by greed. And now, in the same place, the devil, tired of the youth's spirit and confused by the soul, made another small attempt. Although it failed, it can still wait. After all, there will be more opportunities in the future.
As for the young man, he buried the cat and the dog, just like he had buried many people and things before. Then he picked up his bag and walked away in silence.
Sean Asmon raised his glass towards Shad, then drank the last sip.
The story really ended here. This was the seventh story. None of the endings of the first six stories were good, but this time Shade still felt particularly sad about the story. He did not drink, but was silent for a long time before concluding;
“The young man, who had been carrying the responsibility for too long, wanted to find other ways to deal with the evil, but ended up falling into a trap and sacrificing his best friends.
Does this story want to tell us that if something can maintain the status quo, it is best not to interfere with it? Or does it mean that we should listen carefully to the opinions of our friends around us and not act on our own? "
Shade asked, and Sean Asmon, who was sitting across the table, still answered him in a snake-like tone. Compared to the real demon sitting in this position just now, he looked more like the ancient evil spirit in the rumors:
"These stories just want to tell us a simple truth: beware of the devil's conspiracy."
Xia De nodded slowly:
"Yes, that's the point. But mortals always make mistakes. What will happen to the young man who has shouldered the responsibility since childhood? Without his travel companion, the young man will become lonely again. I believe he will continue to go on, but he will die in the end. Mortals will die one day. Without help, can he continue to seal the demon for the rest of his life? Even if he can, what will happen after he dies?"
"That's a story for next time, Mr. Watson."
The demonologist asked softly, and Shade could only continue to sigh:
"Well, Mr. Asmon, I want to compliment you. Your storytelling skills are even better than that detective novelist from the North."
Sean Asmon did not comment on this, but instead extended his hand to signal Shade to continue drawing cards:
"Our game isn't over yet."
The tenth card was turned over by Shad, and the Sun 2 [Angel·Gakel who announces the end of the world] suddenly appeared in his hand, as if Mr. Asmon had calculated it, and the game just ended when the story was told.
"I win again."
Shade said, but there was no excitement, the story had a bit of a lasting effect. The demonologist smiled and nodded, not affected by his own story at all.
So Shad took out his wallet, handed twenty ten-pound notes to Mr. Asmon, and added the new cards to his deck. He was glad that the other party did not ask why he carried such a large sum of money when he went out.
But no matter what, with this Sun 2, the total number of Shade's special rule cards has officially reached 40. There are only 14 cards left to complete the goal of collecting a set of special cards.
[Remove the original series of Time, Chaos, Creation, Sun and Destiny, and you are actually only missing nine cards of different suits and rank. ]
The "she" beside me whispered softly, and the demonologist across the table put away the money, picked up his notebook and stood up:
"I'm going to go to the west square again, Mr. Watson. See you next time. I look forward to our unexpected encounter in the next city."
He nodded to Xia De, then turned and disappeared in the crowd. Xia De sat there and watched him leave, and then planned to go back:
"I always feel more depressed. It turns out that when you are in a bad mood, you shouldn't listen to any demon stories. I thought the news I heard from the real demon tonight was the most troublesome thing, but I didn't expect that the story I heard from the fake demonologist would affect my mood the most.
Go back, have a cup of hot tea and go to sleep. You can think about those troublesome things tomorrow."
【Don't forget your roses. 】
she said with a smile.
"Yes, that's why I said I have a lot of worries. And even if I bring the roses back, I can't go door to door and give them flowers like I'm handing out flyers. If I do that, the girls will think I'm the kind of person who thought it was really going to snow tonight even though it's the first snow festival and it's not snowing."
While muttering about unimportant things in his mind, he disappeared in the crowd in the square, leaving only a table with two wine glasses, a wine pot, a plate of peanuts and a plate of fried beans waiting for new guests.
Seeing that everyone had left, the pigeons tried to fly to the tables, but were chased away by the waiters who came to clean the tables. So they flapped their wings and flew high, flying over the heads of the cats and dogs squatting on the edge of the square under the night sky illuminated by the lights of the square.
They squatted there together, looking at the colorful world of humans, but no one looked at the black dog and the black cat. Darkness enveloped them, light avoided them, and even the troubled and sad Shade did not notice that he was being watched by them.
"I just saw the great soul who liberated us from Oxenfurt in the Randall River Valley. Do you want to go and say hello?"
The cat asked the dog. It was the voice of the maid of the Oxenfurt family, and the voice that answered her was the butler's. The dog scratched his face with his paw:
"I don't think it's the right time to disturb him. After all, the answer is not yet revealed."
After saying that, they ran into the square together, following the figure with the bag slung across his body. In the bag, a glass bottle gently bumped against a notebook, and colorful smoke flashed through it.