I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 177 The local with malicious intentions ([-])

Old Lisen held the old man who had blasted the faces of many foreigners, thought for a while and then put it down, but hid the dagger in his waist, hidden under the bloat of his thick winter coat, and then took Thinking about the poisons in the bottles and jars—these are light medicinal powders that they have effectively researched and can exert excellent effects on evil outsiders—but they don’t know if the powder in the bottles has weakened after so many years of non-use.

"But it doesn't matter. If one bottle is not enough, just add two more bottles!" he thought viciously.

He walked softly and quickly to the kitchen cellar, and found his long-preserved bottle of whiskey, which he had planned to drink until the time of his death, and then decisively ended himself in the fragrance of the wine. To meet the long-awaited family members again... But it is also an excellent choice to use this bottle of wine to end the lives of foreigners! ! !

He slowly poured various medicinal powders into the bottle according to the proportions he remembered. The originally clear and golden wine was immediately stained with turbidity and filth. It's just that the clear color of the wine is a bit muddy, but this muddy wine just fits the characteristics of a remote country.

Old Lisen leaned over to the mouth of the bottle and took a whiff. The rich aroma of the wine covered up the faint smell of the medicinal powder. If he hadn't known it in advance, no one would have been able to tell that the wine was mixed with poison.

After he finished all this, he sealed the bottle again and placed it in a conspicuous position in the wine cellar. Then he silently returned to the hall, sat back on the old sofa, pulled up the blanket and restored it. Just like before, he tilted his head and continued to close his eyes, pretending to sleep.

About an hour passed.

Old Lisen didn't know the exact time, but he had already counted the beating frequency of his heart silently in his heart, and he could roughly estimate the time - the old wooden clock at home had been damaged and no longer rotated, and he never thought of repairing this time An object that reminds oneself that life is counting down.

The banging on the roof finally stopped, and Old Leeson, who was not quite deaf, immediately heard two footsteps walking downstairs.

But he still didn't open his eyes, still snoring slightly.

Even though Sebastian said softly from behind the sofa, "Let Grandpa Lisson continue to rest, let's go back and return the tools first", he didn't open his sleepy eyes, as if he really fell asleep.

It wasn't until the ear-piercing creaking sound of the rusty door panel that old Lisen woke up suddenly as if he had been awakened.

He looked blankly towards the source of the sound that woke him up, and saw little Sebastian carefully pulling open the door panel with tools in his hands.

He slightly rubbed his sleepy and bloodshot eyes, and said in that lazy tone of just waking up: "Ah... Little Sebastian, are you done? Don't rush to leave, sit and accompany Let me talk to this old man."

The young man who was about to leave quietly smiled awkwardly, had no choice but to put down his tools, turned around and sat back on the small sofa next to the fireplace, and Mr. John could only sit down with him.

Old Lisen looked at the two sitting firmly, nodded in satisfaction, and then patted his head as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Ah, I almost forgot, didn't I just say that I would invite this Mr. John to taste the wine that I have hoarded for many years Whiskey! Little Sebastian, do me a favor, go to the cellar in my kitchen to get the wine, that bottle of wine is stored in the most conspicuous place, and you will be able to see it as soon as you go in."

"Okay, Grandpa Lisson." The boy obediently went to fetch the wine.

In the hall, there are only old people who bear blood and deep hatred, and young people who may be implicated innocently.

"John...is it okay for the old man to call you that?"

"No problem at all."

"John, you probably came to our town yesterday. Did you spend last night at the Cowell Hotel? How did you rest? Is our rural place too shabby and backward? You shouldn't have seen it before. Do you live in such a dilapidated town?" "Thank you for your concern, the bed in the Cowell Hotel is quite comfortable, and it is the only good sleep I have had in the past few days." Watson also answered truthfully as if he knew everything , "The town of Ilksmouth is not as dilapidated as you said. I have traveled all over the years to find folk customs, but I have seen a town that is completely uninhabited. The empty streets are filled with graveyard-like The deathly stillness and icy breath make people feel panic at a glance."

"Oh, traveling around to look for folklore?! So John, you are a folklorist? Are you planning to collect historical information from all over the island and compile it into a book?"

Old Li Sen was like an ordinary widowed old man, chatting with young people who rarely came to visit, so as to express his loneliness and loneliness in living alone.

Watson nodded slightly, "Yes, your guess is completely correct. I do have such an idea. I have heard about the glorious history of this town when I came to Ilksmouth this time—"

"But I didn't expect that the town has declined like this now. Presumably, a wise old man like you who has experienced hardships must know the reason for the decline of the town, right?"

"Could you please introduce it to me so that I can add it to my book."

"The reason for the decline of the town..." After hearing this, Old Lisen also looked up at his pupils with an expression of reminiscence and contemplation.

At this time Sebastian finally came out of the cellar, holding three wine glasses in one hand and a wine bottle covered with light dust in the other, and asked, "Grandpa Lisson, is this the bottle of wine you're talking about?" ?”

"That's right." Old Lisen seemed to have had his memory interrupted. He beckoned the young man to sit down and help pour the wine, but when the wine had just filled two glasses, he stopped the young man from continuing to pour the wine. He said in a stern tone: "Little Sebastian... I remember you haven't arrived yet, right? Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol. Go find some tea for yourself."

The boy was still thinking about defending himself, "I... I'll be gone in a few days."

"No, no, let alone a few days, even if it's just one day, you're still underage!"

Sebastian faced the old man's formidable gaze, but was finally defeated, and put down the bottle with a smile, "Okay."

Only then did the old Lisen restrain his seriousness, and turned his head to show a bright smile to the foreign guests, "John, you can drink this wine with the old man, is it okay?"

"no problem!"

The self-proclaimed folklorist couldn't refuse the old man's kindness, so he immediately took a sip from the wine glass, and then showed a surprised expression, "Well, this wine..."

"What's wrong with the wine? Has the taste gone bad?" In order to gain the trust of the stranger, Old Li Sen took a sip from his glass.

But the outsider shook his head slightly, "It hasn't gone bad, I just didn't expect the taste of this wine to be so fragrant and intense... It's such a rare good wine!" He said, holding up the wine glass again and taking a sip.

Old Lisen smiled with satisfaction, "Then John, you should drink more, this is a good wine that I have treasured for a long time, old man!"

(End of this chapter)