The main world, the city of Korha.
Looking at the dirty tent in front of him, the man couldn't help but show disgust on his face.
"Are you sure we want to cooperate with these people?"
"Shut up. This is the order of the higher-ups. You just have to do what you have to do."
Hearing the man's complaint, an old man dressed as a coachman beside him stopped him in a low voice. Although the relationship between the two seemed to be that of a master and a servant, in fact, it was the complete opposite.
"Don't talk too much. Don't meddle. Just do what you have to do, understand?"
"Okay."
The man curled his lips when he heard the reminder from the old coachman. He strode forward and pulled open the curtain of the tent.
"— —!"
A warm stench assaulted his nostrils. For a split second, the man felt as though he had crawled into an elephant's dung. He had to use all his willpower to stop himself from vomiting. But even so, the man still reached out to pick up a handkerchief and put it to his mouth before walking into the tent.
"Hohoho, welcome."
As soon as he entered the tent, the man saw an old woman sitting behind a round table. She looked like a skinny mummy, and her entire body was wrapped in a colorful rag. The old woman's hair was also tied with a few colorful bows. It was unknown if she was reminiscing about her maiden heart. Most of her face was covered by her messy hair. Under the flickering candlelight, only a shriveled chin could be seen.
"Did you bring the thing I asked for? Brother? "
The old woman's voice was like a saw sawing wood, making people uncomfortable. The man frowned, took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and placed it on the table in front of the old woman. Seeing the cloth bag, the old woman smiled and narrowed her eyes. She stretched out her skinny fingers and opened the cloth bag. Under the illumination of the candlelight, a few thin strands of hair could be clearly seen inside.
"Is this what I asked for?"
"Of course."
The man frowned when he heard the old woman's question.
"It took me a few days to pick up a few strands of hair when that stupid woman wasn't paying attention …. Is it really useful?"
"Hehehe …"
Hearing the man's question, the old woman let out a piercing laugh.
"Of course, sir. That's what we witches do …"
"Alright, it's up to you whether you want to do it or not. “
Hearing the old woman's reply, the man shrugged his shoulders indifferently. But soon, he curiously looked at the old woman and asked.
"But then again, why are you interested in such a small character? Although her inventions are indeed valuable, she herself is just an ordinary alchemist. She doesn't look like she has any talent in alchemy …. Ugh …. "
However, before the man could finish his sentence, the old woman pointed at him gently. The next moment, the man suddenly sneezed, and then he felt an itch in his nose. Before the man could react, he felt two soft, sticky things crawling out of his nose. They were two bugs!
"Ugh …. What the hell is this, ugh …."
Looking at the bugs crawling out of his nose, the man turned pale with fright. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt an itch in his throat. Then, the man suddenly bent down and opened his mouth to vomit. Then, he was horrified to see a large group of hairy spiders spurting out of his mouth and crawling all over the ground!
"Damn it, don't …. Ugh …. Don't …!!"
"Hehehe …."
Seeing the man in front of her with an ashen face and the way he kept vomiting, the old woman let out a hoarse laugh. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the man, then snorted softly. The next moment, the man saw the bugs that crawled out of his body quickly run in all directions and disappear into the shadows of the tent in the blink of an eye.
"Hehehe …. Young man, some things are better left unsaid …."
"I, I know …."
The old woman's voice was so disgusting, but the man did not dare to say another word. He covered his throat with one hand and looked at the old woman in front of him in fear.
"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first …."
"Hehehe, I'm sorry I didn't treat you to a cup of tea …."
"No, no, no, it's nothing. I have something urgent to do, so I'll be leaving first …. Ugh!!"
At this point, the man could no longer hold it in. He turned around and rushed out the door. Soon, the sound of his vomiting could be heard through the curtain. Listening to the man's painful wails and vomiting, the old woman showed a satisfied smile. She then lowered her head and squinted at the hair in the bag.
"Will it work?"
The old, stooped coachman had appeared in the tent. His face was expressionless as he stared coldly at the hair in the old woman's hand.
"Of course."
Hearing the coachman's question, the old woman opened her mouth, revealing her teeth that had been smoked yellow, and a smug smile appeared on her face.
"No one can escape from the hands of a witch …. This poor little thing will be lost in the dream forever …."
As she spoke, the old witch raised her hands and picked up the strange spices in the pots and jars next to her. She began to smear them on her hair and fiddle with them. At the same time, she began to chant a mysterious incantation from ancient times …..
"Sigh … I didn't succeed again …."
Nunnally raised her hands and stretched her body. Then, she looked at the breeding tank with a sad face. The crops used for experiments had turned yellow and obviously couldn't absorb enough nutrients anymore.
"The soilless culture that Mr. Ezio mentioned is really difficult. I've mixed all the elements according to Miss Nimf's instructions. Why do I keep making mistakes? What's the temperature? Or the problem with the container? "
As she muttered to herself, Nunnally picked up the notebook beside her and recorded several sets of data against the experiment subject before her. Then, she stood up.
"That's all for today …. I wonder when Mr. Ezio will come back. I heard from Miss Nimf that he has something to do …. He shouldn't be in any danger, right?"
While thinking, Nunnally yawned, shook her head, walked to her bedroom, and pushed open the door. She pushed open the door and staggered into the room.
"Huh?"
But in the next moment, a piercingly cold wind blew past, causing the young girl to shiver involuntarily. That trace of sleepiness that she originally had was also wiped out by the cold wind. When she looked up again, she was surprised to find that what appeared before her was not the bedroom she was familiar with, but a pitch-black, dilapidated room covered with cobwebs and dust!
"W-Where am I?"
Nunnally looked around and rubbed her eyes.
Am I dreaming?
Na Nali looked around, but she couldn't see anything. It was as if she was the only person here, and there was even a blank wall behind her. This made Na Nali wonder if she had stayed up too late and was hallucinating.
"…"
However, the young lady didn't realize that in the dark corner behind her, a twisted, mysterious shadow was approaching her silently. They intertwined and coalesced into the form of a skinny old woman. Then, the old woman widened her mouth and revealed a sinister smile. She extended her arms and approached the young lady like a snake.
At that moment … a cat's meow suddenly sounded.
"Meow."
Along with the cat's meow, the world in front of Nunnally twisted and deformed like glass being smashed. Cracks appeared and extended in the air. Then, the whole world exploded with a loud bang.
At the same time, the old woman who crawled out of the darkness screamed and retreated as if her butt was on fire. Nunnally's body trembled violently and she fell to the ground unconscious.
"H-How can this be …"
The figure formed by the shadows widened her eyes in horror and stared in front of her. In front of her stood a pitch-black kitten with a blue bow tied to its tail. It stared unblinkingly at the old witch with its big, bright eyes.
"W-Who are you?! How did you enter my dream domain?! "
Looking at the black kitten in front of her, the old witch felt cold sweat trickling down her back. This was a power that only belonged to witches. Intruding into other people's dreams, pulling their prey's soul into their own dream domain, and plunging them into nightmares and the dark shadow of death. But now … something had actually invaded his dream?
The black kitten didn't say a word in response to the old witch's roar. It tilted its head and wiped its face with its front paw. Then, it licked the tip of its paw and looked up at the old witch. Its gaze was like that of a hunter hunting its prey …
"Meow …"
The black kitten meowed again and slammed its paw on the floor.
Smack!!
At this moment, the entire world was completely shattered. Then, like a raging flood, the boundless darkness completely engulfed the witch in front of him.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
An ear-piercing scream came from the shabby and dirty tent. The old coachman widened his eyes as he watched the witch in front of him suddenly raise her body. Her eyes were wide open and only the whites of her eyes were left. Her whole body was bent as if it was about to break.
"Dream … My … Dream …!"
The old witch waved her hands frantically in the air like a drowning person trying to grasp at a life-saving straw. Then, her eyes suddenly turned pitch-black. The next moment, the ribs in the middle of the old witch's body suddenly burst open with a bang. Blood mixed with internal organs spurted out and scattered on the ground. The old witch, on the other hand, maintained her posture of lying back on the ground, as if she was a statue without any reaction.
"What … What the hell is going on?"
Hearing the scream, the man returned to the tent and was shocked to see the scene in front of him. Facing the man's question, the old coachman's face darkened. He stared coldly at the old witch's corpse. After a while, he snorted coldly.
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