Chapter 2762 The Old Man of the Watch

The boundless white mist drifted in the dense forest, which was more like some kind of "special substance" similar to white mist, blocking sight and perception.

Looking into the distance, the overlapping dense forest gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a complete gray.

The sky is also haunted by pale colors.

The towering tree canopy is hidden in the white mist, and in the surging mist, it transforms into various eerie forms, such as unknown things peeping and coveting in the dark.

This is not a dream.

To be precise, it is not a simple dream.

It's more like something, similar to the interface between dream and reality.

When Herman found that he had lost his connection with the real world, an elegant and melodious female voice came from the fog.

"A lost traveler, do you need help?"

Anxiety calmed down a lot.

Herman looked in the direction the voice came from.

At the end of the gray-white fog, there were faint rustling footsteps coming from far and near, first a vague outline of a human figure, and then gradually clear.

It was the figure of a woman.

The black one-piece dress wrapped her whole body, and the cloak with the hood completely covered even the eyes. An inscription similar to the pupil was drawn with white dye on the position of the eyes.

That eye seemed to be alive, looking at everything in front of him wantonly.

There was a little dark purple long hair on the side of the hood, and only a light lip gloss was applied to his lips, which was mysterious and enchanting, making people want to spy on the true appearance behind him.

The visitor stopped, and the ominous eye on the hood looked at Herman.

"Who are you?"

Herman looked at the woman who appeared inexplicably and couldn't help asking.

For some reason, the panic that had been lost in the dream world had completely disappeared at this time.

While asking the question, Herman also subconsciously began to speculate on the identity of the other party in his mind.

Being able to appear here is obviously not an ordinary person.

And judging from the reaction of the other party, there is no surprise to his appearance, it seems that such a scene has appeared many times.

Could it be that she brought herself here?

The reason? For what?

Another possibility is that he has entered her field by mistake, so he appeared here...

As a detective, it has long been Herman's instinct to try to deduce the final answer from the clues he has at the moment.

Conjectures are only conjectures after all.

"I?"

The woman smiled lightly, "It's just an old man watching over here."

Herman thought about it seriously, but he didn't understand.

"then you……"

"Ah, it's getting late, do you need some food?"

The woman interrupted Herman's words.

Herman's eyebrows subconsciously twitched, and he looked around, and the mist that wrapped the dense forest seemed to have become a little thicker.

The top of the head has completely turned pale, and the crown of the tree has only a vague outline, like the shadow of something unknown.

"it is good."

Herman nodded in response.

Although he didn't know the true identity of the other party and his true purpose, at this time he had no choice.

"Please follow me." The woman turned and left. "By the way, remember to follow closely. The fog in the forest is thick at night, and it is easy to get lost."

Weird fog, weird forest, weird woman...

Everything seems to have a touch of weirdness.

Herman regretted coming to the dream world outside the city.

However, in his heart, he was full of curiosity about it and wanted to find out the truth of all this.

Herman followed the woman's footsteps in the forest, and the surrounding environment seemed to change all the time, and it seemed to be the same.

"By the way, what should I call you?" Herman asked suddenly, and he found that he didn't seem to know the woman's name from beginning to end.

"A name?"

The woman's footsteps did not stop, "Just call me a witch."

witch...

Herman's eyes narrowed slightly.

The name reminded him a lot.

Regarding the name of the witch, Ke Luo has many stories and legends related to it, of different types and ages. It is difficult to deduce useful clues from them.

"My name is Herman." Herman also said his name.

He thought about it, and then asked another question.

"Have you encountered... an intruder like me before?"

Intruder, so Herman called himself.

For some reason, he always had a strange feeling.

The woman who calls herself a witch in front of her seems to be very familiar with the forest, just like the owner here.

"Intruder?"

The witch looked back at Herman, the eye rune on the hood turned into a smiley shape, "No, I usually call them travelers, often lost travelers accidentally break into the forest, these fog will make They lost their way, and it was almost impossible to find their way out unless they were familiar with the roads in the forest."

"So, this is you..."

"I'm just showing them the way forward, that's all."

Herman has something

think.

No more words along the way.

After a while, the witch's voice brought Herman's thoughts back to reality: "Ah, we have arrived."

What appeared in front of Herman was a neat log cabin.

In an ordinary style, the chimney still has the same color of mist as the white mist, and the smell of food can still be faintly smelled in the air.

Next to the house is a reclaimed flowerbed, full of brightly colored flowers, bringing rare colors to this pale world.

From the growth point of view, the owner obviously takes good care of them.

"This is my residence." The witch said with a smile, and then she sniffed, the eye pupil rune on the hood suddenly changed, "My dish!"

Herman was stunned as he watched the always elegant woman leave in a hurry, her speed almost turning into a phantom.

The door that was violently opened swayed gently, apparently of good quality.

Herman saw a lot of magic inscriptions used for reinforcement on it.

Um……

I feel something is wrong.

He thought about it and decided that it would be better to wait outside for a while.

It is clearly not the act of a qualified gentleman to enter a woman's house hastily.

The waiting time was not long. After about a few minutes, the hidden door was opened again, and the witch's figure appeared in Herman's sight.

"I am sorry."

"Uh, it's alright." Herman waved his hands again and again, and at the same time was a little curious, "Are you... cooking?"

"Yeah." The witch nodded.

Even though he had guessed before, Heman's expression fluctuated for a moment when he heard the witch's answer.

This did not hide the witch's eyes.

"You seem surprised?" she asked with a smile.