OBS Chapter 3374 Waiting
Chapter 3374 Waiting
Chapter 3374 Waiting
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the town, and then Shad carried the zombie up the mountain first. After returning the carriage and asking her teacher about the current progress of the climb, Miss Larson met Shad on the cliff outside the town.
The low cliff she pointed out was easy to find. It faced the town and the sea, with a very wide view. Shad even felt that this was a good place for a picnic.
"Meow?"
"I'm not going to have afternoon tea. I'm just sighing. Wait a minute. I'm just sighing in my heart. How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Meow?"
"You think the ghouls stink, don't you? Sorry, sorry, I'll stand upwind."
It was about three in the afternoon when Miss Larson came to meet Shade. Although it gets dark very early in winter, the sun was still in the sky. Standing here on a clear winter day and looking at the scenery at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and the town not far away, it was really pleasant.
She brought Claire's news to Shade, saying that the witch had successfully passed the most dangerous section of the mountainside, and now passed through the castle ruins of an unknown age on the mountainside, climbing higher. If everything went well, she would reach the top by dusk.
"I will fly directly to the destination in a while, which will save some time. Elder Harald is injured after all, and he is also very busy, so he will not go to meet Claire. Do you want to go with us?"
Shade also extended an invitation to Miss Larson. The white-haired girl had never been to the top of the mountain. She wanted to agree, but she felt a little embarrassed when she thought about having Shade carry her up.
"That will be very troublesome for you, right?"
"Is it troublesome? Aren't we supposed to ask Ellie for help?"
The white-haired girl blushed immediately.
Ellie was badly injured because of what happened on Friday, but thanks to the treatment provided by the witches that night and the St. Byron-made unicorn supplement sent by Emilia Toshard, although she still looked sick, she actually just needed to rest.
Emilia also told Shad to find time to have someone take Ellie out for a walk on the weekend, as the unicorn couldn't stay in its nest all the time. That's why Shad was thinking of asking Ellie to take the white-haired girl up the mountain later.
But obviously the witch apprentice had not thought of this just now.
While waiting for Mrs. Otto and Mr. Meyer to arrive, Shade also discussed with Miss Larson what to do next. In order to prevent the fragile old man from really passing away due to excessive grief, Shade prepared in advance to use "false immortality" to save people.
Miss Larson was responsible for keeping an eye on the corpse ghost to prevent it from suddenly attacking and hurting people:
"Mr. Watson, do you think it has regained its senses or not? Will it be able to recognize Mrs. Otto in a moment?"
The corpse was now lying in a shallow pit dug beside the grass on the cliff, and Xia De was not very sure.
He recalled the time when he used [Contact Death] to spy on the corpse's memory, and he felt the other party's continuous thoughts of "she is still waiting for me to come back" in the ice.
It was this idea that sustained him for fifty years. Even though his body had long been dead, he still staggered out of the castle after thawing, relying on his obsession to drive his body's instincts and set out on the journey home.
"We are only giving him one chance. After that, we will send him to death no matter what."
"So is Mr. Otto a ghoul or a ghost now? I have never seen such a strange existence."
"This is probably something that can only be born under special circumstances. I don't know what it is, but if it is not dealt with, the obsession with the body may be able to operate in the world of the living for a very long time."
Old Mrs. Otto and Mr. Meyer arrived much later than Schade had expected. It was already 4:30 in the afternoon when they appeared. As a result, he would have to go up the mountain quickly.
Old Mrs. Otto had difficulty walking and needed a wheelchair, so the hired carriage took her all the way to the path leading to the cliff.
The carriage could not go on the following road, so Mr. Meyer carried his aunt on his back. Of course, he was accompanied by two strong-looking "bodyguards". However, the two bodyguards were obviously locals hired from Kyle Todd. Mr. Meyer might have considered that they were more familiar with the situation at the foot of the mountain, but it didn't matter if they were just ordinary people.
"This way!"
Xia De waved to the group of people, took Miss Larson to meet them, and took the initiative to introduce the situation:
"My friend and I came here to see the scenery in the morning. My cat smelled a strange smell, and then I dug Mrs. Otto out of the ground. Are you sure you want to see it for yourself?"
The businessman Mr. Meyer wore a very ordinary winter outfit for going out, while Mrs. Otto wore a gray woolen cape that reached her ankles, with a complicated black velvet bow at the collar. Under the cape was a very old-fashioned dark green long skirt with twenty pearl buttons arranged on the front to the top of the high collar.
As for her head, she wore a black beaver felt hat decorated with silver ornaments. Her white hair was parted in the middle and combed into a tight bun and wrapped with a hairnet.
She looked like a widow, or as if she was going to a funeral. Xia De could understand her feelings very well.
But compared to a few hours ago, the old woman now seemed to have accepted the reality, at least she looked strong. Of course, Xia De couldn't be sure whether she was shivering because of the cold or because of her mood.
The wheelchair was carried by two bodyguards to a slightly flatter place, and Mr. Meyer placed his aunt on the wheelchair. For a businessman like him who doesn't exercise much, carrying an old lady on his back for this distance is really tiring.
"I want to see it with my own eyes, Barnard. Push me over there."
"Okay, auntie, but please tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
The merchant grabbed his hat and said worriedly that he had also brought a doctor, but the doctor was waiting in a carriage on the path and would rush over immediately if anything happened.
Shade and Miss Larson stood beside the shallow pit blocked by the tree, and Mr. Meyer pushed his aunt over with difficulty. The old lady, who was in a complicated mood, excited and sad, did not pay attention to the actions of the two young people at this moment.
Suddenly the wheelchair stopped, and then she felt that her nephew seemed to fall into the snow beside her.
He and the two bodyguards were lightly lying on the ground without any injuries due to the influence of the spell. So Miss Larson took the initiative to walk over and continue pushing the wheelchair.
Old Lady Otto didn't know what was going on, but before she could raise any doubts, all the magic that was imprisoning the corpse was lifted.
As the wheelchair moved towards the shallow pit, the corpse ghost shook his body and sat up from the pit.
He covered his head, as if he had just woken up from a big dream. Then he saw the familiar yet strange woman sitting in the wheelchair, and they both froze in place.
For the safety of old lady Otto, Miss Larson did not push her in front of the ghoul. The two looked at each other from a distance of five or six meters, and then with a click, the falling tears wet the old lady's clenched and wrinkled hands.
She tried to stand up and reach forward, but her legs were too weak to support her body, and finally Miss Larson supported her.
The corpse ghost finally stopped lying on all fours and instead stood up in the shallow pit with a hunched back in a rather strange posture.
"Miranda, Miranda, I'm back, I'm back."
He continued to say this sentence. At first, it was unclear as if there was a piece of phlegm stuck in his throat, but the more he repeated it, the clearer it became, until it finally sounded like a roar.
It sounded like crying, but his current body structure was no longer strong enough to support his crying. His body covered in frost was shaking constantly, and his claw-like hands with yellow nails stretched forward:
"Miranda, Miranda, I'm back."
Shad and Miss Larson, who was standing behind the wheelchair, looked at each other, and their expressions should be very similar.
"It's him. It's really him. Young man, can you give us some time to talk?"
The old lady, whose eyes were red from crying, then made a request, and Shade had to warn her:
"You can see the state of this gentleman. He is no longer alive."
"It doesn't matter. I've heard of the legend of the Snow Mountain Corpse Ghost. I know his current situation. I know everything. You finally came back. I thought you were really going to abandon me."
She was already sobbing, and for some reason Shad remembered what Claire had said to him yesterday morning when she was waiting for him on the snowy mountain: "I thought you weren't coming to see me."
Miss Larson looked at Shade and asked for his opinion. Shade finally nodded slightly.
“Try not to make physical contact.”
He signaled Miss Larson to push old Mrs. Otto to the edge of the small cliff facing the town of Kyle-Tod, while Shad himself guarded the corpse Mr. Otto and slowly walked towards that side.
In fact, Shad had encountered a similar existence before. He was the father of the Green siblings, the owners of the Green Lake Hotel, but there was no need to talk about it.
Shad had no idea how much of the ghoul's consciousness had recovered. After they moved to the edge of the cliff, Shad and Miss Larson stood behind the wheelchair and next to the ghoul, respectively, and just watched them "chat".
Facing the sun that was about to set into the western sea and the golden town where old lady Otto had lived her whole life, the wind blew her white hair, and at this moment only the old man in the wheelchair spoke.
She talked about what happened after Mr. Otto disappeared, about how they all went together to look for him, about how she had waited alone in the old house for half a century under the care of the neighbors, about spring and autumn, about how she had repaired the leaking house by herself, and about how the puppy they had originally raised had died more than forty years ago.
In spring, I watch the Randall flowers bloom on the windowsill alone; in summer, I listen to the whistling sea breeze in the night rain alone; in autumn, I carry food home for the winter alone; in winter, I open the door alone and watch the steps in front of the door covered with snow.