Chapter: 385

"What do the ghosts of Montsouris you meet look like?"

The lunatic replied tremblingly:

"A dark figure, like a lonely old man, with a hunched back, walking very slowly.

"After I noticed it, it disappeared into the darkness. I didn't know it was the ghost of Montsouris at first, until my parents, my wife, my children died one by one..."

It's really similar to the one I met... Lumian frowned, suspecting that he had indeed met the ghost of Montsouris.

He thought for a while and said:

"How did your family members die? Have you ever been attacked?" The lunatic shook his head quickly:

"I, I often feel that there is something looking at me in the dark, and I have no other encounters, otherwise, I would not be able to live to this day.

"My child became very ill and died in the hospital, we just had him purified and buried in the catacombs, and my wife, my wife broke down and hanged herself in the room.

"Until this time, I didn't think of the legend of the ghost of Montsouris. I took my parents to the church and asked the priest there to protect us.

"The church took it very seriously and sent three clergymen to live in my house. During that time, nothing happened. I thought the nightmare was over.

"After the new year, those priests evacuated. Not long after, my father strangled my mother and ended his own life with a kitchen knife at home. After that, I don't remember many things. Occasionally, I woke up I just found out that I moved here at some point..."

The lunatic's blue eyes showed unconcealable pain, and Lumian felt like a spring stretched to its limit, which might break off at any time.

"Didn't it say that the ghost of Montsouri would kill those who met him that year? It's already the new year." Lumian keenly noticed that there was a big difference between the madman's story and the legend.

The lunatic shook his head:

"I don't know why this happened. I thought the nightmare was over, otherwise the three priests wouldn't have left..."

A curse with no end time unless all targets die? Lumián has a new guess about the legend of Montsouris' ghost.

He stood up and said to the madman:

"I should also meet the ghost of Montsouris, let's see which of us can live longer.

"If I find a solution to this curse, you can pay me to help you."

"Method, method..." The lunatic raised the corner of his mouth, and repeated Lumian's words while crying and laughing.

He immediately raised his hands and grabbed his hair:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Lumian wanted to ask what this lunatic's name was, so that his name would not be inscribed when he was sent to the cemetery or catacomb in the future, so he could only shake his head when he saw this, turned around and opened the door, and walked out of room 310.

Returning to 207, Lumian sat on the side of the bed, thinking about how to solve the curse brought by the ghost of Montsouris.

Although theoretically speaking, the curse may not take effect until the end of the year, and there is no need to worry for a while, but Lumian cannot pin his hopes on the procrastination of the Montsouris ghost.

Moreover, he has no immediate family members, and the first person who will die from the curse is likely to be himself, which may happen in the second half of the year, maybe next week or even tonight.

"Speaking of which, that guy might still be alive. If the ghost of Montsouris can help me kill him, I have to say thank you..." Lumian suddenly laughed at himself while thinking about it.

In his dream, he told Lai En and others that he had forgotten what his original name was, and he lied to them. He simply didn't want to mention it or recall it.

His family situation was pretty good when he was young, but the man he called his father was a playboy and later became a gambler.