"Take off her clothes!"

The prophet pointed at Amanda and then she glanced at Betty, "So you."

Soon, two figures, one black and one white, lay on the stone platform.

The one-armed woman opened a stone on the wall, took out a clay pot, and closed the lid, and a fishy smell rushed towards her.

He put his only intact arm into the jar, and there was a hissing sound inside, as if something was squirming inside.

A trace of pain appeared on the one-armed woman's face, and her body trembled violently. She gritted her teeth and pulled out her arm after a minute.

Three holes as thick as chopsticks appeared in the middle of her palm. A wriggling snake tail could be vaguely seen around the hole, and blood dripped into the jar and made a wavy sound.

Three small holes were opened in his palm, and something unknown seemed to be squirming in his forearm, but the one-armed woman still gritted her teeth and came to the prophet with a can.

"It's ready!"

The prophet nodded and came to Amanda with the jar.

"If your puppet is still alive, we will be much more sure of doing this ritual."

"puppet?"

Betty was slightly stunned, "You didn't say..."

The prophet's hand paused slightly.

"You are a good kid, but sometimes you're still a little too weak."

"This girl was carefully selected for you. Your destiny is in harmony, just like the sun and the moon, and she is the part you are missing."

"When I sent you to Bay Town, I told you that you could treat him as a friend, but you have to be clear that you are the future of the tribe."

"And she will eventually be guided by you and embrace the gods."

The prophet sighed.

"But you are just too soft-hearted. After years of getting along, your connections have become closer and closer, but you actually regard her as a friend."

"In order not to make you sad, I can only choose other ways to help you become a witch."

Betty listened quietly, as if she was trapped in memories.

At that time, she didn't know what the so-called connection between fate meant, but she simply felt that Amanda was very suitable for her temper and became friends with her.

But who knew that so many years of getting along with each other was a subtle influence. The connection between the two people had deepened and could not be divided without realizing it.

"Your spirit is still a little weaker, which is very dangerous when you are promoted, so someone needs to help you share this mental stress."

"And this is exactly what this girl exists."

As the prophet said, dipped the liquid in the clay pot with his fingers. The black liquid drew symbols after symbol.

Amanda closed her eyes from beginning to end.

"It's a pity that you don't want to hurt her, so I can only take another method, through the tree spirit reincarnation technique, let the new tree spirit become your slave, and then help you with the promotion."

She sighed.

"It's a pity that all this was ruined by that shameful thief."

After finishing the last symbol, the prophet lowered his head and recited a few words. The black liquid on Amanda's body seemed to have life, penetrated along the surface of her skin, leaving only a little dry mark.

The prophet walked to Betty.

"We angered the Hunter Guild and had to leave here next, but as long as you are alive, the hope of the tribe is there."

"As a leader, I hope you can understand this in the future, don't just make one plan for anything, sometimes do more, and make more choices when an accident occurs."

"If it weren't for the fact that I arranged these in advance, your promotion would have failed."

The prophet took out the liquid and outlined it on Betty's body. Strangely, the black liquid applied to Betty's body but turned into a pale white like a bone.

The two opposite colors of black and white echo Amanda next to it.

"First make a connection, and then I will cultivate her into your zombie puppet. At that time, just make some preparations and you have hope of being promoted to a real witch."

The prophet's voice was gentle, Betty's spirit seemed to be relaxed, his eyes closed little by little, and it seemed that he could fall asleep at any time.

The last bit of coldness came from the soles of the feet. Betty knew that the rune had been drawn. The prophet chanted the spell in a low voice. The liquid that was originally slightly cool on his body instantly became hot, and then penetrated into the skin and penetrated into the body.

Before going to bed, the last scene that Betty saw was a hint of fanaticism... and greed on the face of the prophet!

She vaguely noticed something, but the next second the tide of darkness hit, and she completely lost control of her body.

"Miss, you finally succeeded!"

The one-armed woman said with an excited look on her face.

The prophet stood up, and the muscles on his cheeks were shaking, "It's only a little bit, it's really only a little bit!"

"I almost ruined my good thing by that kid!"

"When I succeed, I will peel off his skin and confine his soul into the animal's body, um..."

"Let me think about it, which animal should I choose this time?"

"Or choose a dog, the one with a longer tongue looks more popular."

The one-armed woman next to her said.

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other and laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room like a shrill evil spirit.

"Prepare other items, we're going to start the ceremony."

The prophet commanded.

She looked at Betty lying on the stone platform.

"Poor little Betty, I'm sorry I lied to you. You're just a little special girl and can't become a witch at all."

"But you and your children are not of no use at all. If you can help me recover from my injuries, your death will become valuable."

She reached out and closed Betty's hair, "Beautiful girls are always likeable, but a pity, I originally wanted to keep you by my side forever."

"If it weren't for that boy, the core of the tree spirit should have begun to be nurtured in your abdomen, and it would suck your essence and blood..."

"Look at what a perfect plan, the living puppet born from the uterus sacrificer, your soul will be trapped in it, and will accompany me forever."

"And your body can heal my wounds with this girl."

"I'm such a genius!"

The expression on the Prophet's face gradually became ferocious, "Bitch! They are all that bitch!"

She cursed loudly.

"Queen of Voodoo?"

"That should belong to me!"

"It's almost done, give me some more time. When I recover from my injury, I can return to Bordeaux and take back everything I've lost!"

At this moment, the one-armed woman quickly walked to her side, "Miss, everything is ready!"

"Let's get started."

A smile of expectation appeared on the prophet's mouth.
Chapter completed!