Peter held the sword in front, and Harry followed closely. The two of them held their breath and walked into the mansion.
The dim moonlight filtered through the glass dome, slightly dispelling the darkness in the hall.
The hall occupies almost half of the main building of the manor, with a ceiling height of twenty meters. A two-story-high giant crystal lamp hangs from the transparent glass dome, and the white marble floor reflects the night sky. Two curved solid wood stairs connect to the balcony on the second floor. Above the balcony hangs a huge oil painting with gold edges. The majestic old man in the painting is the first Sir Cavendish.
But what is incompatible with this elegant and luxurious hall is that there is a harsh, rude, and rhythmless snoring sound echoing in the hall.
The oval glass dome acts as an echo gallery, adding reverberation to the noisy snoring, making it deafening.
This made Peter feel like he was back in college, when four people snored together in the boys' dormitory after a late night.
It's like the death song is played loudly, whoever sleeps last will not sleep.
"what's the situation..."
Peter carefully held the sword with both hands, constantly looking for the source of the grunting sound.
The hall was very empty, and the two soon saw a very drunk uncle on the steps of the spiral staircase on the left.
The air was filled with the strong smell of wine, and the fragrant aroma hit your nostrils.
He was lying on the stairs, his face flushed and his nose even bulging with bubbles. It's winter at the end of the year, but the uncle only wears a thin vest, patched beach shorts and a pair of flip-flops. He looks like an old man strolling around after retirement.
"…tramp?" Peter asked Harry uncertainly.
How did you sneak in by bypassing the layers of security on Houhai Hills?
Harry was stunned for a second, but after all, he was a top student with rich theoretical knowledge. He quickly thought of a possibility, and his eyes flashed——
"Be careful, something is wrong with him, he may be possessed by an evil spirit!"
"Holy shit, what kind of horror movie unfolds?"
Harry said solemnly:
"When evil spirits possess living people, it becomes very difficult..."
"I have seen many similar cases in the collection of books in the Hogwarts library. Even ordinary people, once they are possessed by evil spirits, their combat effectiveness will skyrocket. When evil spirits control living people, the weakness of being a ghost is It will be covered up and you can display your strength unscrupulously.”
Peter raised his eyebrows, he didn't know there was such a thing as possession.
But doesn’t it mean that physical attacks can harm spiritual bodies?
"What will happen to the evil spirit if I kill that homeless man?"
"It depends on how deeply the evil spirit is bound to the possessed object. Under normal circumstances, even if the possessed object is killed, the evil spirit will only lose some of its soul. But if we can force it out of the possessed body, If you come out and attack the spirit body directly..."
"The spirit body is weaker than the possessed state?"
"Of course, it is much weaker. After all, the soul is very fragile, and the source will be damaged if you are not careful."
Peter understood.
"Then what do you want to do? Go up and chop him up?"
"It's still unclear whether he is possessed by an evil spirit... You can try to communicate first. If he is possessed, go directly. If the depth of possession by the evil spirit is shallow, the best he can do is use his strength. 70% to 80%. There is a price for a ghost to possess a living person. In the body of the owner, the foreign spirit body will be rejected by the main body. In the words of the church, life and death are incompatible. The evil spirit has to pay for every second it possesses. cost."
Harry is worthy of being a little Potter, and he talks about magical allusions one after another.
"What if the evil spirit is deeply bound to the homeless man?"
"Then it's fucked." Harry's tone became serious. "If the binding is very deep, it means that the evil spirit has completely occupied this body and will never be rejected again. If the conditions of the new body allow, even It can bring out 100% of the evil spirit’s strength when it was alive, and the worse situation is even worse.”
"I'm familiar with this, right?"
Peter has read this chapter in "The Battle of the Sky".
"The word "seize the body" is quite appropriate...but the problem is not big. If the evil spirit is really completely possessed, it means that it cannot come out. If the possessed object is killed, the evil spirit will The spirit will also perish, because the two have become one, life and death, and there is no distinction between them.”
Harry paused.
"But let's test it first. After all, that person may be innocent——"
"Hello."
Dissatisfied shouts came from the stairs.
Only then did the two of them notice that the reverberant snoring had stopped at some point.
"Muttering, whispering, whispering, you are very noisy."
Peter instantly retreated to the floor-to-ceiling window on the right, forming an angle with the homeless-looking uncle.
And Harry also moved to the other side tactfully, so that no matter who was attacked, the other person could respond in time.
The uncle was as drunk as a duck, staggering, and stood up holding on to the handrail of the stairs.
He was holding a bottle of red wine in his other hand. The exquisite packaging on the bottle had faded slightly. It was probably a bottle of good wine that was quite old.
He raised the bottle and blew directly on it.
Gudu, Gudu.
If you were caught by someone who knew how to drink, you would definitely be offended by this wasteful way of drinking.
But the strange thing is that after drinking the pear-colored wine into his mouth, it passed directly through his body and spilled on the ground!
But he didn't realize it. He showed an intoxicated look and poured out most of the bottle of wine one after another. Then he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had really drank the old wine into his stomach.
Most of the bottle of wine was spilled on the stairs, leaking down step by step.
The ticking ticking broke the dead silence.
"Let me see what else is coming..."
The middle-aged man finally looked at the two of them, and then said in shock:
"Holy shit, an angel came to pick me up?"
Why are these two people shining?
"Oh, no... Is this magic?" He quickly realized it and shook his head helplessly, "Damn, I'm still drunk, this magic light is so dazzling."
Then, he passed directly through the stairs at his feet, floating directly to the ground like a ghost that ignored objects.
Harry's hair stood on end and he shouted:
"Be careful! This is not a fucking living person at all!!"
Before he finished speaking, Peter had already charged forward with his sword——
I don’t care whether he lives or dies, let’s cut him down later.
But in an instant, Peter crossed half the hall and was approaching the middle-aged man's face.
Peter stuck the long sword at the extreme distance and aimed at the middle-aged man's neck and slashed down.
The sword light flickered, cutting through the stagnant air like lightning.
At this tricky angle, the middle-aged man could only lean back to dodge, but once he leaned back, Peter only had to take a step forward to swing the second sword. If he kept leaning back, he would avoid it for a moment and a half. There is no way around it. If he chooses to attack forward to resolve the sword, the nearly 1.5-meter sword blade can give Peter quite a leisurely pulling space, but what Peter didn't expect is -
He actually couldn't avoid it!
The sword edge sliced across his neck lightly, as if it hadn't hit anything.
The next moment, the stubble-faced uncle was already in Peter's arms.
He punched his lower abdomen with an expressionless expression.
boom! ! !
Peter was blown away like a cannonball and hit the Roman column next to the gate. After making a big hole in the Roman column, he fell to the ground.
The defensive magic accumulated in his body more than doubled in an instant.
"So, are you going to get out on your own, or will you get beaten up and then get out?"
