It was clear that the outside world was sunny, but standing in the corridor on the fourth floor of this sanatorium, Fiona couldn't feel the warmth.

As far as the eyes were concerned, the light was dark, the narrow corridor was filled with dust, and the corners were filled with spider webs.

The surrounding environment is cold, and all kinds of trivial sounds fill your ears, as if countless ghosts are whispering in dark corners.

On both sides of the corridor are one after another of the broken wooden door rooms, either open or close, the cement floor under your feet is filled with gray-black dirt marks, and the dust footprints of varying depths represent countless American explorers who heard the sound.

"I really don't know how I died." Looking at these footprints, Fiona sneered.

If it weren't for someone's hand, she, the super witch, wouldn't have dared to set foot here, because this abandoned land called Waverley Hill Nursing Home is filled with thousands or even tens of thousands of unjust souls!

It can be said that this place is the most haunted place in the United States.

This place was originally a hospital specializing in treating tuberculosis, but later it became a sanatorium known for abuse of the elderly. Countless people died and the resentment was surprisingly great. Therefore, a large number of dead souls circled here for a long time and refused to leave.

...

Fiona couldn't help but lit a cigarette for herself after tightening her body. Being alert to the corridor, she was even more curious about what Charles did behind the closed wooden door in the deep corridor.

Behind that door is a hall.

An empty and silent hall with nothing but abandoned newspapers.

"What kind of necromancer spell is prepared to use the dead souls here to cast?"

Fiona guessed.

What happened next confirmed her conjecture.

A series of strange sounds suddenly came from behind the gloomy wooden door!

Grim, trivial, intermittent.

At first hearing this sound, Fiona even mistakenly thought that a ghost was muttering to himself nervously. However, after listening carefully, she suddenly realized that it was a spell sound.

A spell of a necromancer!

Although she is a natural witch, this does not mean that Fiona can only use witches' methods. She can actually use various magic-related spells and spells.

So as soon as she noticed this, she began to prick her ears and listen carefully. Even because she was far away and couldn't hear clearly, she couldn't wait to get closer to the door a few steps and put her ear on it.

Unfortunately, before she could hear any rules, the surrounding environment suddenly became cold.

The already dim light suddenly became dark, and the breath he exhaled became pale inexplicably, and the sound of trivial surroundings flying through the wall was even more obvious.

All these situations proved something, so she hurriedly retreated away from the wooden door.

Just a few seconds after she left, a translucent old man in a patient uniform walked out of the wall on the side of the door. He turned to look at Fiona not far away, ignored him and went straight into the door.

If this is the case alone, it is actually not too terrifying, but the ones that follow are indeed a large number of dead souls!

After the old man, translucent figures continued to appear in the walls on both sides of the gloomy corridor, and a group of ghosts wearing patients' clothes slowly walked over to the other side of the corridor behind her.

There were countless pale faces appearing on the ground under the feet, and even the dilapidated walls overhead with spider webs above the head.

What you see in front, back, left, left, up, down, and into the eyes, the corridor that was just calm just now was all occupied by the undead!

They seemed to be very interested in the only creature here. After each "person" appeared, he couldn't help but look at Fiona. The countless pairs of cold gazes came, making the witch feel urge to teleport and escape immediately.

Single, two, three, or even a group, are not troublesome for this super witch, but it is obvious that all the vengeful spirits in the nursing home are constantly rushing here!

Nearly 10,000 vengeful spirits are terrifying to think about.

Fortunately, these vengeful spirits just stared at each other and did not take action. They kept crawling along the corridor towards the wooden door.

There were a lot of people, and a group of translucent spirits passed by the wall, and another group followed closely behind, looking endlessly as if queuing up.

Fiona, hiding in the corner, watched all this quietly, becoming more and more awe of the guy who looked like a young man behind the door.

But at the same time, she is more urgent about her own goals.

"He is at least over a thousand years old. If I have so much time... it's soon, it's soon, if it's going well..."

Obviously, this person does not think that Charles looks like his real age.

...

Time passed quietly, and I don’t know how long it took, but the last resentful spirit penetrated into the wooden door and disappeared.

After waiting for a minute or two, the "young man" pushed the door open.

From the outside, this person was no different from before, but looking at the open wooden door behind him, there was no trace of ghosts in the hall.

"Has been eaten? Or..."

All kinds of bad guesses flashed through my heart, and I heard words from the other party in my ears.

"Have you found a good place?"

"An abandoned ward." Fiona said without thinking: "It's not far away, without windows, and no gaps."

She said, unable to wait to take Charles to the room she had already confirmed. In fact, it was indeed very close, only a few steps away.

...

Empty, quiet, dark, and even wet.

All the furnishings and garbage in this 407 ward have been cleaned up by the witch, but now it is empty. Apart from the cement walls and the ground, there is only a tattered wardrobe that stands quietly in the corner - that is left for Charles to hide.

Fiona's original plan was to create a place of death first, and then the living person, Charles, left temporarily, and wait until she summoned the "super witch" before entering the place.

Because as long as there are living creatures around her, the things in her body will definitely not be able to officially appear.

But Charles didn't intend to be so troublesome because he had a fake death skill.

So Fiona specially brought a wardrobe.

...

After glanced at the venue, Charles stepped into it. Under the witch's gaze, he rolled up his white shirt sleeves, and then half-squatted in the middle of the ward, touching the ground with his palms.

Looking at me attentively, I don’t know when the arms and arms were covered with special and strange black words, densely packed, but quite orderly.

The subtle sound of spells whispered from the young man's mouth, and the sound of spells was accompanied by his right arm, which was covered with words, gradually changed color.

From the original white to the dark yellow to the gray and black to the complete black.

Black is as deep as ink.

Under the strange spell sound, this unique black gradually spread out from his palms, on the surface of his hands, around him.

The black area of ​​the damp concrete floor continued to spread, passing Fiona's high-heeled legs, passing the wardrobe, and finally arrived at the edge of the ward, along the base of the wall, and rushed toward the walls in all directions!

As this extreme black occupies the entire line of sight, a unique, rotten smell of human body floats into the nose. At the same time, the coldness in the tightly closed room becomes more obvious.

Feeling the changes in this environment, Fiona was a little excited, but Charles, the spellcaster, was quite calm.

After the hands were removed from the ground, the strange black on the arms quietly disappeared and finally returned to their original colors.

After getting up and nodding at the witch, he stepped into the wardrobe and closed the door.

So Fiona felt that the other party's originally very strong position of life began to gradually disappear and eventually completely disappeared.

"It's my turn."

After taking a last look at the seemingly unconventional brown cabinet, she took a deep breath, then stood in the center of the ward covered in pitch black, closing her eyes tightly.

She didn't see her casting a spell, and she did nothing else, but not long after, there was a sudden burst of rumbling sound from the ground of the ward.

At the same time, accompanied by this strong tremor, a large number of hot flames suddenly bloomed from all directions of the room. Under the continuous "bombing", the witch's body surface gradually changed strangely.
Chapter completed!