Outside the thatched hut, a group of magic crows landed on the corpses of two hunters, pecking at the corpses that were starting to get cold, contributing to the energy flow in the Ghast Jungle.
In the thatched house, the girl hid in the corner of the wooden bed, curled up and crying.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and the horrific corpses outside made her tremble. From the time Lin Yutian left until now, she had been hiding in the house. Whenever a life passed away, she would always feel an indescribable pain all over her body.
It seemed like the spirits of the dead were lingering around her.
Who will save her? Take her away from this terrifying world? Take her away from this unspeakable nightmare?
Creaking, the door slowly opened, and a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak slowly walked in. The hound lying beside the bed stood up and barked twice to warn the old woman under the cloak.
"Praise Sokka, little Moli, you are still here."
This person's voice is very sharp, like the witch in the phone call story, which is very suitable for playing an ugly role. "I thought you were harmed by those two reckless hunters. Did you kill them?"
"First of all, Lord Prophet, no, it's not me..."
Jasmine shuddered and recognized the figure under the cloak. She was the town's prophet, a respectable old woman who was said to have dedicated her body and mind to serving the God of War.
Prophet? Looking at the faint black energy leaking out from under the cloak from time to time, this guy does not look like a believer of the brave god of war, but rather a messenger of death.
"Tsk, tsk," the figure under the cloak murmured, stretching out a skinny 'chicken claw'. The pale skin exuded a terrifying aura. "Your pure soul is too perfect, come with me.
My child, I will sublime your soul."
Jasmine's body trembled and she curled up hard, holding her head in her hands as if she was enduring inexplicable pain.
Woof woof!
The hound suddenly pounced on the old guy, but halfway through, a black air escaped from the cloak and wrapped around the hound. The black air quickly gathered into a ball. Without any sound, the black ball slowly dispersed, and the air
There are no more hounds in it.
Not even a hair is left.
"Xiao Tian..." Jasmine's lips were pale and trembling, she was too frightened by the scene in front of her to speak.
The old witch under the cloak smiled sharply and said: "What a wonderful taste. It has been with you for a long time, and its soul is purer than ordinary life. Don't worry, Moli, I won't devour your soul. I've been waiting for so long
For many years, I have trained your soul into a puppet to help me regain my strength. Follow me obediently, good boy, and you will know what eternal life is."
"Look! It's Uncle Wynn and Axi! Oh my god, they were killed by that woman too!"
"Where is Moli? We might as well burn down the thatched hut! That ominous man must leave town!"
There was a sudden noise outside the thatched house, and the old witch who was about to take action made a move, waved her cloak, and quietly disappeared into the air.
The moment the old witch disappeared, a strong hunter kicked in the door and rushed into the thatched house. He had thick eyebrows and a big mouth, and his face was a bit ugly. The bow and arrow in his hand were slightly raised. When he saw the girl huddled in the corner, this man
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Moli? Are you okay? What happened outside? How did they die!"
"Uncle?" Moli slowly raised her head after hearing this, and what she saw was the familiar rough and crazed face. She couldn't help but cry out: "Uncle Qiao!"
"It's okay, it's okay, Moli, uncle is here."
General Qiao quickly moved forward with his long bow, trying to comfort the frightened Moli. But as soon as Qiao walked to the bedside, he heard Moli screaming: "Don't come over! Uncle, don't come over! Moli will kill you,
Get away from me!"
Qiao Da strung up the long bow in his hand and glanced around warily, but found no enemies.
At this time, seven or eight hunters suddenly rushed in. These people drew their bows and arrows and pointed them at Moli at the corner of the bed.
"What are you doing!" Qiao Da turned around and stopped in front of the bed, "She is just an innocent child!"
"Qiao Da, we must kill her." A middle-aged hunter in the lead looked calm, but spoke indifferent words, "She has brought too many disasters to the town, we cannot let her live any longer!
This scourge that should have been solved more than ten years ago cannot continue to exist because of your appeasement."
"Brother Qiao, get out of the way, or she will try to harm you!"
"Don't be fooled by her weak appearance, she is a witch who can transform into evil spirits!"
The hunters around him gave full play to their imaginations and described the girl Qiao Da was protecting as a cruel monster that eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and transforms when attacked. Jasmine covered her ears in the corner, tears streaming down her face.
Her dress got wet, but she bit her lip tightly without saying a word. She covered her ears with her hands and didn't want to hear these people's slander.
She is an ominous person who will only bring disaster to the town.
I killed my aunt, my parents and my family, and all the kind people who helped me. I can only harm others when I live, so why do I still live?
"You!" Qiao Da clenched his fists, and all the hunters in the room took a step back. It was obvious that these people were all afraid of Qiao Da's name. "What evidence is there that she is a witch! She is my only relative now.
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A young hunter whispered: "Don't forget, Aunt Marceau was just killed by her!"
Qiao Da's eyes widened when he heard this, but his clenched fists were slowly loosening.
Jasmine, who was hiding in the corner, had a bit of despair in her eyes, or some self-blame, and she sobbed loudly, making the faces of several hunters in the room look gloomy.
Just when Qiao Da was having a psychological struggle and the hut was at a deadlock, a gentle and old female voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Her body was occupied by an evil soul. The fault was not hers, it was the evil in her body that was causing trouble."
soul."
"Prophet! The prophet is here!"
The hunters quickly moved out of the way, and suddenly a parrot's cry sounded from the roof: "Witch! Witch!"
The hunter in the house couldn't hear it, but the white-robed prophet outside the house had a cold look on his face. The old woman in white robe snorted softly, flicked her long sleeves, and two waves of indifferent black air penetrated into the ground. The big parrot's voice stopped suddenly, and she lay on the ground.
The bottle of green potion next to the hunter's body also exploded to pieces.
There was a loving smile on her gray-haired face, and her wrinkled face could see her graceful charm when she was young. The old man walked into the thatched house as if nothing had happened, with a gentle radiance still radiating around him.
On the roof, the big parrot that made a noise just now seems to be drunk and is swaying unsteadily on the roof.
A faint black air wrapped around its body, causing its bright feathers to gradually lose their color.
"The bird is going to die! The bird is going to die!"
The big parrot whined a few times, its wings were bound by the black air and could not be extended. The bird's claws suddenly couldn't grasp the grass and fell directly on the roof, and the black air on its body quickly penetrated into its body.
Its body fell by the doorstep. The parrot that had been noisy to Lin Yutian for so long finally fell silent...
"Sir Prophet," Qiao Da saluted with his hands on his chest. The other hunters in the room also put down their weapons and imitated Qiao Da's etiquette.
"Take her back to the town, and I will have a way to expel the evil soul." The old woman smiled softly, walked to the bed, and waved to Moli: "Come here, kid, I will save your evil soul."
"No, don't!" Jasmine suddenly screamed, as if she had been greatly frightened.
The hunters in the house, including Qiao Da, all felt that this was the fear of the prophet from the 'evil spirit', and instead they respected the great God of War prophet even more.
"Don't be afraid, it's like sleeping."
The old woman raised her withered fingers, and a faint yellow light touched Jasmine's eyebrows without any trace. The girl huddled in the corner suddenly passed out.
There is a little bit of black light hidden under the yellow light, but it is weak and inaudible.
Qiao Da on the side frowned, and the old woman also had some doubts in her eyes, but then she still maintained a kind smile. She seemed to be a little worried about Qiao Da.
Then I heard the prophet laugh and say: "Take her back, and tonight we will go to the abandoned altar to drive out the evil soul completely."
"Altar? Isn't that right in front?"
"Yes, and it was occupied by evil creatures a long time ago!"
Facing the doubts coming from behind, the prophet could only explain: "Evil creatures are afraid of fire, so we can bring enough torches at night. Only when the altar is shrouded in moonlight can we allow the evil soul to actively leave her body.
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Although this explanation was full of loopholes, the hunters around him nodded in belief and did not dare to object.
