Chapter 2763 Bad "Neighborhood Relationship"

The witch who guides the lost travelers in a forest that does not belong to reality or dreams is a culinary lover.

Herman felt that something was not right.

But nothing seems to be wrong.

Especially when the slightly curved eye on the hood looked at him with a smile, the words full of complaints were even more unable to say anything.

"It's not surprising, it's just feeling..." Herman scratched his head, and finally sighed, "Well, I'm quite surprised."

The witch folded her arms and seemed very interested in this topic: "So in your opinion, what should I be like?"

Herman thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"Well... a witch who lives in seclusion in the forest. When some travelers get lost in the fog, they use illusion to make them fall into hallucinations and leave inexplicably without showing their true face from beginning to end."

This is the witch in Herman's mind.

Only mysterious and impermanent is the most suitable setting for witches.

It's not like it is now, with a soft and elegant personality, but with a side of escapism, and the most important thing is that he can cook by himself.

This doesn't fit the identity of a witch at all, does it? !

Even if you want to cook, it should be done by servants or magic puppets. Why did you cook by yourself?

It's not magic!

The witch smiled again, and she seemed to enjoy laughing.

"Indeed, it fits the world's impression of witches. Mysterious, elegant, unpredictable, wandering on the edge of reality, even if you see them, they are like phantoms in a dream."

"But it's just a stereotype. Everyone has their own hobbies. It would be too boring to live in this way."

The witch shook her head, having a different understanding of this.

Herman nodded.

How can he be?

He is not a witch, of course, the witch is what she says.

"Ah, don't stand outside all the time."

The witch suddenly realized that it was not polite to keep the guests standing outside the door from afar, so she stepped aside.

Herman entered the house.

He looked around.

Ordinary decorations, fireplaces, sofas, bookshelves, potted plants...

It seems that this witch's way of life is no different from that of ordinary people.

In addition, on the sofa, he also saw a few doll-like throw pillows.

Surprisingly childlike.

Herman looked at the decoration of the room with a peripheral vision, so as not to make the owner of the house feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his eyes were more attracted than something in the corner.

"Do you still have pets?" Herman asked.

In the corner of the house, there is a rather soft cushion, which seems to be a resting area for some kind of creature.

"pet?"

The witch followed Herman's gaze and saw what he was asking, "Oh, you said this."

She smiled and took a sip from the teacup in front of her, her hooded eyes showing a memory.

"There used to be pets."

"……Feel sorry."

Herman realized that he seemed to have brought up some unpleasant topic.

"Why are you sorry?"

The eyes on the witch's hood turned into question marks again, "Something happened, it left me, there should be no problem now."

"So it is." Herman breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, what was the matter in the witch's mouth?

Suddenly, a strange vibration came from below, and the whole house seemed to be shaking gently.

Herman stood up immediately, the intuition of being a legendary powerhouse was basically useless under the shield of the fog, but just now, he felt an indescribable heart palpitation.

As if there was some indescribable existence coveting to watch, every cell in the body was madly warning, and he had never felt such a dangerous aura.

Unable to resist, unable to contend.

That is beyond the existence of mortals.

It belongs to... the realm of the gods!

"What's wrong!" Herman asked subconsciously.

This kind of shaking is not simply ground shaking, the whole world seems to be shaking recklessly, causing bursts of dizziness that is confusing.

"My neighbours seem to be a little restless again."

The eyes on the witch's hood seemed to be wrinkled, looking a little angry. She looked back at Herman, "I'm so sorry, I have to deal with the neighbors first."

"It seems that your neighbor relationship is a bit bad." Herman blurted out.

"Ha, it's not really good."

The witch smiled lightly, took out an oversized staff from somewhere, carried it on her shoulders, and strode out.

Herman felt that something was not right.

Through the window, he watched the witch's figure go away, and soon disappeared into the vast white mist.

The shock is still continuing, and it seems that there is an intensifying trend.

Herman tried to leave the ground and float in the air, but to no avail. He felt that his body was like a jellyfish in the ocean tide, constantly swaying with the waves.

The brain seems to be shaking.

The faint sound of thunder came from outside the window.

Herman

Looking towards the window, his vision was blocked by the vast clouds and mist, and all he could see was a pale paleness, and his consciousness gradually became blurred as the world shook.

In a trance, he seemed to see a figure.

The figure was holding a staff and was fighting an unknown enemy.

witch.

The form of the enemy, Herman, was incomprehensible. It seemed to be pure darkness, and it seemed to be an equally pale figure, even just empty...

He can't describe it.

The unknowable existence is beyond his comprehension ability as a mortal. It is a collection of information in another sense, chaotic and disorderly, but it really exists.

With every contact between the two, the pale mist ripples like a sea tide, and the world vibrates with it.

The way the witch uses the staff is a bit special. The huge and ferocious staff is swayed in her hands.

Every time he fell, Herman felt like he was knocking on his forehead.

...there must be something wrong with the way she uses it!

Herman resisted the dizziness in his mind, took out a bottle of Coke from his space equipment, and opened it tremblingly.

I don't know if it will help, but I don't care that much now.

Unscrewing the cap, Herman handed the cola to his mouth with trembling hands, and it took a long time to finally align the position.

ton ton ton...

The cold and refreshing liquid poured into the mouth, and the drowsy mind seemed to become much clearer at this moment.

After an unknown time, the tremors in the world finally subsided.

Herman sat on the sofa, staring blankly ahead.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait so long." The door was opened, and the witch walked in and said apologetically to Herman.