Three hundred years was a long stretch of time for short-lived humans. Over those three centuries, families rose and fell, while legacies were twisted and rewritten. To a short-lived species, almost nothing that happened after a century could be predicted.
Three hundred years ago, two ordinary people waiting to die in a Siberian exile settlement were drawn into a supernatural incident, and from then on, their fates diverged completely. Both received a gift from a witch. One gained astonishing wealth from it, but was also targeted by an angry spirit, and under its curse, his entire family was tormented for three centuries. So what had the other person and his descendants experienced during those three hundred years?
Perhaps only seeing the last member of the Liekhe family in Saint Petersburg with their own eyes could confirm it.
Andre Ancient Castle experienced an unprecedentedly peaceful day. Since the castle had been built, this was the first time there were no eerie winds or endless whispers echoing everywhere. The unfortunate people living there could finally get a good night's sleep.
The next day, Hao Ren and the others were about to set off for Saint Petersburg—a very swift journey—but Igor's family still came to the castle hall to see them off. Hao Ren saw that Anna looked a little better than yesterday. Standing behind her was a pale, thin young man. His gaze darted about, and his features looked younger than his actual age. He was Akim, the only male heir of the new generation of the Andre family.
"Looks like you slept well last night." Nangong Sanba looked at Igor's complexion and teased him with a grin. "How does it feel to get a good night's sleep?"
Igor stroked his slightly rounded belly and smiled in great comfort. "Aha, I haven't