Chapter 2483 The Witch of Duke Rose (3)

Even if the puppet can move, it has no emotions.

System: "There is a 1 in 10 possibility that the puppet can be made conscious, but it requires the potion to be particularly successful."

Bai Weiwei also thought about those memories, then ran to the table and opened the notes.

After a quick run, I did find some specific opportunities.

Witch slaves will have their own consciousness in life.

But it's dangerous to wake up the slave consciousness in this way.

Because once the power of the slave is great, and he still thinks of his own life.

Then the slave can break free from the power of the contract, and even kill the witch.

Many witches avoid the danger of making their servants conscious.

Bai Weiwei squinted her eyes and finally said, "Come on, come on, this potion needs to be calculated accurately, and it's still embarrassing for humans."

Especially since she's not a so-called witch.

There is no black magic either.

The stability of the fingers can't control the data of the potion at all.

System: "Okay, I'll get you a small scale, and then I'll calculate the potion data. You just throw the prepared medicine into the cauldron."

Bai Weiwei rolled up her sleeves and nodded in agreement.

When he began to grope for the medicine, the skeleton frame on the seat slowly emitted golden spots of light.

The light spot is hidden in the bone, and it is impossible to see without looking carefully.

When Xia Ya was conscious, she saw a petite figure running back and forth.

When he went through the undead stage, he was attacked by the dragon clan, causing him to fall into the crack of time and space in the ultimate form of a necromancer.

The ultimate form of the Necromancer is the skeleton skeleton.

He didn't know how long he had lost consciousness.

Is this... the witch's house?

He can't move now, and even his sight can't be controlled. His empty eyes are pitch-black, and the place he can see is fixed.

And where he saw, the small objects hanging were all shabby, not worth mentioning, witch things of the same fineness as spicy chicken.

If it was a witch's house.

It's too poor.

And witches, shouldn't they be destroyed?

Before he awakened his power, he issued an order to destroy the witch.

He should have been gone for a few years, and the trash in the church still hasn't done what he ordered?

There was a hint of red light flashing in Xia Ya's dark and dead eyes.

He sat quietly on the old classical wooden chair, his slender knuckles resting silently on his leg bones.

The icy bone had a beautiful luster like moonlight.

He tried to move his fingers, but found that the power of the dragon's restraint was too strong, and he wanted to digest the power in his body.

It will take a while.

When the power of the dragon clan has been digested, it will be the death period of the dragon clan.

Xia Ya hangs her neck bones, quiet and cold, and her pale skull has a delicate and shiny feeling.

Bai Weiwei and the system were staring at the potion seriously, and she said casually, "What is the identity of this bone called Xia Ya."

The system glanced at the data.

Xia West: No data available.

System: "...probably died for too long and has no identity."

Not only is the time to be determined, but also the male protagonist's information is gone, so Ye Xuangou will not follow him again.

It is simply a big wolf dog that bites the host and does not let go.

Bai Weiwei felt that maybe she had been dead for too long, after all, there was no rot left on the bones.

It used to be a passerby or something.

That's fine, there is no conflict of interest, conflict of hatred.

Bai Weiwei carefully threw the last few potions into the pot.