Chapter 2573: Out-of-Control Psychic Magic

Chapter 2572 Out-of-control psychic magic

The "she" beside his ear suddenly chuckled, and Shade, who was concentrating on casting a spell, saw the witch covered by the canvas disappear as if she were a living person, causing the raised cloth to fall completely on the tablecloth.

He took away the canvas and saw a palm-sized rag doll with gray-black hair lying on the tablecloth. The rag doll's eyes were sewn with black buttons, and its nose was a red cloth ball. There was clearly a smug smile on its face.

"This"

Shade picked up the canvas again to cover it. The canvas was removed and the witch reappeared. She sat up with the tablecloth, pursed her lips and looked at him for a few seconds before looking away:

"This transfiguration is wrong. My human form is the result of transfiguration. It can actually force transfiguration on the basis of the transfiguration state. It seems that the curse state has a great influence on me. This time it doesn't count. I will try again when I am in a better state."

After saying that, she turned her head away from looking at Shade, leaving only her side face to him. At this time, even her ears were red.

Shade was very tactful and did not talk about this topic again before the end of lunch. When he set off again towards the depths of the forest, the witch simply turned into an owl and stood on Shade's shoulder again:

"I have the habit of taking a nap. Do you mind if I stand on your shoulder to rest for a while?"

"No, but don't you show the way?"

"I'll tell you the direction, and I'll wake up when I get there."

Shade felt that she definitely didn't want to take a nap, but clearly wanted to forget about the transfiguration as soon as possible.

At about 1:30 in the afternoon, the two finally arrived at the destination chosen by the witch. It was a deserted village located in the woods. Most of the low houses had collapsed, and most of the buildings were adobe houses. It looked like it had been abandoned for at least half a century.

"Dannister and I came here a hundred years ago. It was indeed deserted. I don't know whether the villagers moved to the city collectively or for other reasons."

The owl stood on Shad's shoulder and let Shad pass through the deserted village and came to the cemetery outside the village.

There were not many residents in such a small village in the woods, and the cemetery outside the village would not have churches, fences and gravekeepers' huts like those in big cities.

It looked like a sparse woodland with slightly undulating ground. The graves in the past had merged with the earth. But there was indeed a strong power of death here. If someone committed suicide in such a place, they would most likely become evil spirits.

"Maybe I am still a little lacking in transfiguration, but there is definitely no problem with psychic skills."

The owl flapped its wings and flew up, and the witch reappeared beside Shad.

She was not just directing Shade to work, but she and Shade arranged the ceremony site in the deserted village cemetery. However, because there were too few traces left after the explosion of the corpse just now, only one more soul could be summoned this time.

After everything was arranged properly, the unstable ten-ring life ring appeared behind the witch. Shade placed the remaining tissue of the corpse in a metal basin filled with water. She asked Shade to step back a few steps, and she herself held the metal basin and stood in the center of the ceremony site:

"Death is with me."

After calling softly, she poured the liquid and floating objects in the basin to the ground under her feet. Then, under Shade's slightly surprised gaze, the blood gradually made the ground transparent, until the ground under Miss Winslet's feet turned into a black water surface.

The water surface expanded as the water flowed outward, and finally formed a roughly circular area with a diameter of about five meters with her feet as the center.

It was bright in the sky, and the early autumn afternoon sun shone through the treetops, casting mottled shadows in the forest, but the area where she was seemed to be trapped in eternal darkness.

The witch's body was emitting golden light, so she would not be swallowed by the darkness, but she was still feeling uncomfortable as she was trembling slightly.

Shad himself was outside the dark area, but the familiar soul-piercing coldness made him know what Flora Winslet had done: she endured the double coldness of body and soul, partially projected part of the "real death" into the world of the living, and also ensured that the death was stabilized and would not spread:

"The great witch of death really deserves this position, she is really not just a master of transfiguration!"

Although Sister Defulin could directly open the passage to the "real death", she did it with the power of the chosen. Now Miss Winslet has projected part of the "real death" into the real world, but it is purely relying on her own talent and the power of the witch.

This not only requires a deep understanding of death, but also requires limiting the invasion of death on the world of the living. Shade thought he could not do this.

However, Miss Winslet obviously did not do this often. Seeing her trembling movements, it was clear that death had a great impact on her.

She did not speak to Shade again, but quickly cast a spell on the pile of corpses under her feet. Ten seconds later, the soul emitting a faint white light stood with her in the darkness.

This was the soul of the seven-ring warlock, but even in the soul state, the witch frowned because it was a man.

She wanted to end this bad spiritual environment as soon as possible, so she asked directly:

"How big is the [Tree Hole Association]?"

Although Shade was less than ten meters away from her, the witch's voice that Shade heard seemed to float from a very far place, and it also echoed.

"We are a big family. We all act for one goal. We have at least 180 people."

The soul with a dull expression finally failed to resist.

Miss Winslet frowned deeply:

"What is the highest level of ring sorcerer among you? How many are there?"

"Twelve rings, I only know three of them."

It's good news that there is no thirteenth ring.

"How many people are there in the Vestal Woodland area in the [Tree Hole Association] now?"

She continued to ask, her right hand had already grabbed her left arm, she wanted to use this action to keep warm.

The dull soul continued to answer:

"I don't know, my companions and I are only responsible for monitoring the time fluctuation traces of Bennett's old house."

The light on the soul that answered the question began to flicker, and the witch's forced questioning made the soul quickly unstable:

"How do you monitor the time fluctuation traces?"

"Rituals, I don't understand these."

"What are the results of your monitoring and investigation?"

"Ximu Town, there is a big network, blood, time travel, contradictions"

The soul began to loom in the dark waters, so his words became intermittent.

Miss Winslet hurriedly continued to ask:

"Do you have any other purpose for coming to Ximu Town besides looking for the time tree hole?"

The soul had almost turned half black and merged with the strange area:

"I heard that the chosen one was chatting about the big event"

"What?"

The witch looked at the soul in surprise:

"Wait, what chosen one?"

But the soul that was about to disappear suddenly became clear again, but the pure white spirit was dyed black. It stretched out its hands and was about to strangle Miss Winslet's neck:

"Why can you live!"

"Because I am alive."

The girl with gray-black hair raised her hand and waved, and the surrounding darkness immediately swallowed up the soul, bringing this soul that should have left back to where it belonged.

She had done this kind of thing many times before, but she didn't expect that after the darkness engulfed the soul this time, when she tried to disperse the water under her feet, countless gray dry hands stretched out from the darkness in front of her:

"Why can you live!"

"It's so painful, so painful!"

"I don't like beef!"

"Hate it, hate it!"

"Go on with us!"

Miss Winslet immediately stepped back, not caring about being surprised, and waved her right hand again, wanting the death she summoned to take away these things that shouldn't appear in the world of the living:

"Oops, are the consequences of level reduction so serious?"

But as the deadly darkness engulfed these dry hands, she found that her body, starting from the feet, was also being engulfed by the dark waters.

Realizing that something was wrong, she hurriedly wanted to cancel the magic to dispel death. The process of interrupting the spell was smooth, but she found that the darkness around her was not replaced by sunlight. Instead, the darkness and the water under her feet became more and more real, while the sunlight in the world of the living was getting farther and farther away from her.

This was not that death was spreading to the world of the living, but that she was being dragged to the world of the dead.

Death froze the soul, causing the flow of the spirit in the body to almost completely stagnate. She struggled to retreat, but her transparent feet seemed to be stuck to the water surface, and the scenery of the surrounding woodland had completely disappeared.

Silver light shone from a distance, and the terrified Flora Winslet looked up and forward. In her eyes, transparent white souls appeared around her one after another, and passed by her one after another and walked towards the source of the light.

She didn't want to know what the silver light that was getting brighter and brighter in front of her was, but her body raised her head uncontrollably. Then the huge silver moon half-sunken in the distance of the water illuminated her face, and the hollow feeling of death hidden in the depths of her soul instantly infected her completely, and her eyes turned silver under the moonlight.

"Underworld Moon"

She raised her originally immobile foot and tried to move forward, then felt the heat bursting from her right arm, and a hand grabbed her arm tightly.

Her cold skin regained consciousness when her body was dragged backwards, and then she slightly turned her stiff neck and saw Xia De leading her back.

This feeling was very familiar. In the morning, she was pulled back to the "present" by this hand in the study. Now, looking carefully, Xia De had indeed set foot on this phantom dark waters. The sun was returning, and the heat from his body, which belonged only to the living, seemed to dispel all the coldness and nothingness here.