As An Antique Shop Owner, It's Only Reasonable That I Know A Bit Of Magic - Chapter 115

As the shadowy figure materialized, a cold, eerie wind began to blow inside the room.

Not only that, all the lights went out.

The man on the phone abruptly looked up towards the window.

The curtains in the room billowed up, fluttering incessantly.

Apart from the almost imperceptible moonlight, there wasn’t a single trace of illumination.

An unnatural, deathly silence filled the air, causing the man to feel an intense sense of peril.

At this hour, the streets below should have been brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

Yet now, not only was there no sign of activity, he couldn’t even see the faintest glow from the streetlamps’ orange light…

Moreover, the phone call he was on suddenly went dead, the connection lost.

A chilling, hair-raising sensation crept up his spine.

An indistinct, murmuring whisper began to echo incessantly in his ears.

The man’s body went rigid; he didn’t dare move a muscle.

By now, how could he not realize he had encountered something supernatural?

Yet he still refused to turn around, even as the dark aura emanating from the presence had already spread from his feet to engulf the entire room!
But at this point, there was no other way out.

The man suddenly whipped out a small knife from his pocket, spun around, and slashed at the neck of the entity behind him!

But the surrounding air seemed to solidify into concrete in that instant, pinning him in place, rendering him immobile!
Only then did he see clearly what stood behind him.

A woman, wearing a veil, her eyes pitch-black, her blood-stained skin deathly pale, floating in mid-air with her feet off the ground.

She hovered right before him.

The distance between them was less than ten centimeters. The man could even feel the waves of chilling Yin energy emanating from the female ghost washing over his face!!

Why?
Why had a malicious spirit come for him?
He hadn’t done anything…

“Confused?”

A voice suddenly came from the doorway.

It was a young man, not a ghost, but a human.

“You… who are you?”

“Haven’t you heard of me? Didn’t you call me a demon’s follower? Have you forgotten already?”

Su Fan leaned against the doorframe, speaking calmly.

“You… you’re that warlock?”

“You’re afraid? What are you afraid of?”

Su Fan stepped into the room.

“Aren’t you witch hunters, specialists in hunting down mediums and various other gifted individuals? If you’re scared of sorcerers, why become witch hunters?”

“……”

Tarot cards began to revolve one by one before the man’s eyes.

The terrifying images on them seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing.

From behind the curtains, a black figure holding a lantern emerged…

The rope of The Hanged Man was already looped around the man’s neck…

A grinning, contorted clown twisted its limbs, standing on the ceiling…

“For the next minute, I ask, you answer. Don’t speak any unnecessary nonsense. You’d better cooperate, otherwise…”

Low growls of monsters echoed from all around.

The man couldn’t speak. His legs turned to jelly; he was on the verge of fainting.

“Faint? Fainting counts against the time, you know.”

Hearing this, the man forced himself to stay conscious.

Seeing his compliance, Su Fan found the recording function on his phone and pressed the button.

“Your name, your identity, and your purpose for being here.”

“I… I’m Antonio Mateo, a witch hunter. I came here to kill the witch of the Mayfair family.”

“Who leaked the information about this witch you came to kill?”

“I don’t know. I was just following orders. The information came from the higher-ups.”

“Who are your higher-ups?”

“We communicate online. We don’t know each other’s real names.”

“……”

After a minute of brief questioning, Su Fan hadn’t gained much useful information.

“The information provided above is entirely truthful and given willingly by you, correct?”

“…Yes.”

After this final statement, Su Fan pressed the stop button.

“…Can you let me go now?”

The man, drenched in cold sweat, asked tremulously.

After a brief silence, a scornful laugh rang out.

“Did I ever say I would let you go?”

Hearing this, the man felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss.

“She’s all yours. Don’t drag it out.”

Su Fan instructed the Astrologer Ghost and left the room directly.

Behind him, the door slammed shut with a loud “Bang!”…

Earlier in the hotel, he had sensed genuine killing intent from this man.

Towards such people, Su Fan would show no mercy.

The Astrologer Ghost, having fought Su Fan, was greatly weakened and urgently needed souls to replenish her strength.

Moreover, ghosts left almost no traces when they killed.

Su Fan simply let her handle it.

After leaving the building, Su Fan began to ponder.

Not obtaining a crucial confession was a pity, but it wasn’t a complete waste.

Ron’s mother, Dil, must have just escaped from that manor today.

After being confined for thirty years, the people Dil could turn to immediately upon escaping were very few.

With a little investigation, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out who.

That person was inextricably linked to Dil’s death.

The death of the former witch meant that Lasher’s resurrection had progressed another step.

Who stood to gain the most, who was the most suspect.

The person who leaked the information likely had a deep connection with Lasher, perhaps even some hidden covenant. Who could say?

In this family that rose to power through demons, who wouldn’t crave Lasher’s power?

Ron, a woman who thought in such a straightforward way, wanting to reclaim her family heritage, would probably end up like her mother, devoured until not even her bones remained.

Suddenly, Su Fan paused, frowning.
……

After returning to her room, Ron took a dazed shower.

She walked to the bed and sat blankly by the window.

Her blue eyes reflected the darkening sky outside.

The Calming Talisman at her chest emitted a faint, clear energy that flowed into her heart.

Only then did a bit of color return to Ron’s eyes.

She couldn’t help but take it out.

Just moments ago, Ron had thought again of her adoptive mother who died of illness, and her biological mother whom she had just met and then lost.

Just as grief threatened to tear her heart apart, the Calming Talisman helped stabilize her emotions.

It was like a final lifeline, preventing her from collapsing under excessive sorrow.

Ron’s reason told her she couldn’t continue being despondent like this; she had to pull herself together quickly.

But…

At that moment, a series of drumbeats suddenly came from outside.

Ron instinctively leaned out the window and saw a group of people dressed in eccentric costumes, carrying a coffin, passing by on the street below.

People were singing and dancing, holding up portraits of the deceased, showing no trace of sadness.

They seemed unafraid of death, holding a different understanding of the departure of loved ones and friends.

Seeing the people of New Orleans like this, Ron felt her mood lift slightly.

An elderly woman approached her side. Sensing Ron’s sorrow, she offered comfort.

“Death is just a temporary parting. We will meet them again.”

“No one truly leaves…”

This perspective on death was novel to Ron.

Just then, a woman selling drinks passed by.

The elderly woman called her over and bought a beverage for Ron.

Being so kind and friendly, Ron felt she couldn’t refuse and accepted it.

Seeing this, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of the elderly woman’s mouth.

But just as Ron was about to open the bottle and take a drink, a voice suddenly came from the side.

“Aren’t you going to buy me one too?”

The two turned to see a young man emerging from the shadows.

The moment she saw his face clearly, an unnatural expression flitted across Ron’s features.

“Master Fan Su…”

Behind Ron, the elderly woman’s smile gradually faded. She stared intently at Su Fan’s face, as if to etch it into her soul.

However, her expression soon returned to normal, and she smiled again.

“Is this your friend, young lady?”

“Um, yes, he is my friend…”

Ron really didn’t know how to explain her relationship with Su Fan, so she simply acknowledged it.

As Su Fan drew closer, Ron suddenly noticed something off.

“Master Fan Su, what you’re holding is…”

“A sword. Never seen one before?”

“Why did you suddenly think of carrying a sword?”

Unaware of Su Fan’s swordsmanship skills, Ron asked curiously.

“Consider it a way to blend in with the environment.”

Su Fan’s tone was casual.

Ron looked around, then at Su Fan.

Compared to the eccentrically dressed funeral procession, Su Fan holding a sword was quite low-key, even inconspicuous.

He did blend in.

“Are you here just for the spectacle?”

“Yes, I wanted to clear my head a bit…”

“Do you still have all the talismans I gave you?”

“Of course.”

Behind Ron, hearing their conversation, the elderly woman’s gaze towards Su Fan grew increasingly unfriendly, filled with simmering anger and killing intent.

Su Fan suddenly grinned.

“It seems this lady isn’t too friendly.”

“Have I offended you somewhere before?”

“No, how could that be…”

Hearing this, the earlier negative emotions in the elderly woman’s eyes vanished completely.

“Aren’t we just meeting for the first time?”

Ron suddenly sensed an odd tension. She looked at Su Fan, then at the elderly woman beside her.

In that moment, she seemed to understand something and began to slowly back away, keeping Su Fan in front of her.

From the start, Su Fan hadn’t shown the elderly woman a friendly face…

There was only one possibility…

“Still not going to show your true form?”

Su Fan remained smiling, but seeing her plan fail, the elderly woman’s expression darkened.

Her face contorted, her height surged, and she finally transformed into the appearance of a grown man!

Ron witnessed this entire transformation, sending chills down her spine!
“Don’t be afraid of me, Ron.”

The man was quite handsome, and his voice was soothing.

He looked at the terrified Ron and spoke gently.

“I am your demon, the one who has served the witches of the Mayfair family for generations.”

“To you, I am your support, your sword and shield.”

“I would never harm you…”

Before he could finish, Su Fan cut him off.

“Is that so? Then do you dare tell her your true purpose?”

“Do you dare tell her who your contractors are, what deeds they’ve done?”

“And what happened to the twelve witches who came before her?”

Lasher was prepared for Su Fan’s interrogation, but before he could even open his mouth to respond, Su Fan interrupted him again.

“Never mind. You don’t need to speak; I can’t be bothered to listen.”

“Prepare to die!”

The words barely left his lips before the flash of the sword arrived!