webnovelfull Chapter 253 The Snowstorm Continues
Chapter 253 The Snowstorm Continues
It's snowing outside the window.
There was no floor heating in the house, and cold wind blew in, causing the temperature to drop sharply.
Gojo Satoru walked into the room and gently put the person in his arms down.
After he lifted the quilt and covered himself with the blanket to make sure he was no longer cold, he picked up One Thousand and One Nights beside his pillow and began to read slowly.
Today I read "The Fisherman and the Monster"
In fact, it is nothing more than a chapter that even children are familiar with.
The monster was locked in a bottle by Solomon the Great for thousands of years.
During those years of lonely waiting, he went from praying, waiting and hoping to despair, resentment and anger.
Finally, he vowed to kill the person who freed him from there, the fisherman who caught him…
Well, it is somewhat similar to the story he experienced personally.
Gojo Satoru couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't appeared, and he had been locked up in the Prison Gate for a thousand years, would he have become like a monster in the end?
When he finished the story, he chuckled slowly and put the book back beside his pillow.
I bent down and looked at the pair of long, silver eyelashes.
Minglan's blue eyes did not open, revealing any surprise, anger or impatience.
The girl lay on her back, her breathing steady and regular, a warm blush on her fair cheeks, her eyes closed, her snow-like long hair spread out.
It’s like having a beautiful dream that you don’t want to wake up from.
"Wu, why are you here again?" she said, "I'm getting so annoyed by you."
No one spoke, and what he just said was just a fantasy in his mind.
She had been sleeping for three days, a total of 72 hours.
"Kiri-chan, if you don't wake up, I'll drag you to the deep mountains and forests and sell you." Gojo Satoru said softly.
The only sounds that responded to him were the wind chimes swaying in the corridor and the snowflakes falling from the branches.
The wind and snow have not stopped.
*
The Gosanke, the Gojo Residence.
Geto Xiayou walked along the corridor, passed through several rooms that looked complicated after being transformed by magical power, and sat back in the inner room where he had just stayed.
There was a large desk and two pearwood armchairs.
Gojo Satoru, wearing a thin long gown, sat on the left, and there was an empty seat reserved for him on the right.
There was a dim oil lamp lit on the table.
Installing home appliances is not a difficult task for such a large family.
However, the sudden snowstorm will not give special treatment just because you are a family of sorcerers.
The electric poles were broken, and even the commercial areas had difficulty in supplying electricity, let alone the houses in the suburbs. Xia Youjie did not expect them to prepare temporary generators.
Fortunately, both of them had excellent eyesight, and with the moonlight shining in from the window, they could see every line of the words on the page.
Xia Yujie reached out and picked up the wire to stir the wick.
With a "crackling" sound, as if a small firework suddenly exploded, the room instantly became brighter.
He spread out the scrolls and books he had brought in his other hand and placed them in front of him.
"Thanks, Jie." Gojo Satoru didn't look up. He just quickly flipped through a book and picked up the next one.
"You're welcome." Xia Youjie said, "So, have you found any clues?"
“.......” He paused.
"There is one volume." Gojo Satoru handed him a book picked out from the far left. "Page 218 contains records related to the soul."
".......soul?"
Xia Yujie took the book and turned to page 218.
What is written above is a folk story, and there is no date marked on it. However, from the description of the background, we can tell that it probably happened within the past one or two hundred years, which is not very long ago.
All sorcerers do not exist alone. They are often distributed all over the world and have different titles and names.
In some places, cursed spirits gather together and there are also a large number of sorcerers.
But in other places, there may be almost no cursed spirits, and the number of sorcerers is also very small.
"According to the records, there was once a sorcerer from Northern Europe."
Gojo Satoru said: "He used a strange secret method to sacrifice his soul in exchange for unprecedented power... Then three months later, his organs failed and he died in his sleep."
In fact, he just made a brief summary. The book reveals much more information and details than this.
The Nordic sorcerer had traveled to many places in the world. His obsession and desire for power made him never stop pursuing it.
Wherever he went, this man would seek out the most powerful sorcerer there to fight.
The results were few.
Because he was too weak, no one took him seriously and he had never won a challenge.
For such people, the last stop is Kyoto.
As before, as soon as he arrived, he asked to compete with the head of the Zenin family, who was the most famous and influential at the time.
After being beaten back and severely humiliated by the members of the Tokuguru-tai, he left Kyoto in disgrace, holding his sword.
Three days later, he came back again, and in front of everyone, he defeated his opponents one level at a time, and finally, defeated the head of the Zenin family.
Perhaps because they felt that this past was shameful, the Zenin family destroyed most of the relevant information. Only the Gojo family, which was at odds with them, retained some information.
However, the Gojo family was in decline at the time and was not deeply involved in this matter, so there are only these records.
After that day, the sorcerer began to show the same symptoms as Gojo Kiri, vomiting blood, being drowsy, and having long dreams.
According to him, this was the dedicated soul slowly leaving the body and dissipating, but he had no regrets.
In the end, this man died of organ failure on a winter night at the age of 48.
Xia Yujie put the book down suddenly, his face grim: "It's just a coincidence."
"You said Kiri-chan will end up like him, I don't believe it."
Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, Xiayou Jie said, "She doesn't have any obsession or paranoia about power at all."
"She doesn't even bother to use force if it's not necessary. How could such a person--" She didn't finish her words.
Because Gojo Satoru had been looking at him quietly.
"You mean, my resurrection......"
"Jie." Gojo Satoru asked him, "Do you believe that there are things in this world that can be rewarded without paying a price?"
Powerful forces, lost lives, precious friends, precious memories, beloved family...the more precious something you want, the heavier the price you have to pay.
Xia Yujie pursed his lips tightly.
After a moment of silence, he spoke in a dry and hoarse voice: "Then, is there any way to remove that kind of restraint?"
This basically means... that you have decided to die again.
The atmosphere fell into a state of stagnation and solidification in silence.
Xiayou Jie looked up into Gojo Satoru's eyes and repeated stubbornly, "Satoru, is there any way to remove the restraints?"
"I don't know." Gojo Satoru was even more annoyed than him. He stretched out his hands to scratch his head, and his hair hung down in a mess. "There has never been such a thing, so I don't know."
"Then someone should know." Xia Youjie turned the next page of the book and pointed at the words on it and said, "What about them? Do they know?"
The "they" mentioned here refers to——
From the same family as that Nordic sorcerer.
Since him, there has been no more sorcerers among the descendants of that family.
After changing their surnames, integrating, moving and migrating, the people of that clan were scattered, and the most direct lineage settled in Denmark, where they have continued to this day.
"What are their names?" Xia Youjie asked, "Can you find their whereabouts?"
"I'll check it out." Gojo Satoru said, "Give me some time. I will never, ever let you..."