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Chapter 149 What Kind of Person Are You?
The room full of baby supplies was distorted rapidly in Andrea's eyes, just like the reflection in the water that was suddenly thrown a stone by a naughty child, causing the waves to ripple and deform.

The sofa that was usually piled with dolls and cork toys turned into a dead tree half buried deep in the swamp. The small pink crib grew a huge mushroom with a huge brown cap, and a baby was holding a baby on the trembling cap.

"My...child."

Andrea moved her feet tremblingly and struggled greatly. She was not sure whether this was her child and she was afraid to face her because after the birth, when she took the child from the doctor's hands, what she saw was the sticky wing membrane gathered on the back with dark folds.

She abandoned the child with her own hands, dumping him on the bottom of an ocean-going cargo ship.

If he came back one day and saw this deformed and ugly child, he would leave me again. Andrea held this unrealistic fantasy from beginning to end.

"Plop" the newborn baby was thrown by Andrea onto the moldy deck. In the dilapidated cabin, she just stood up, covering her face and crying.

When she raised her head from her hands again, everything in front of her eyes had changed again. The room was still the same room, but time had gone back to that bright afternoon. She was standing in front of the desk, and sitting on the chair was her teacher, Laxuwen.

He had beautiful soft brown hair, and every morning he would pick a small flower from the central courtyard and put it in his ear.

"It seems that all the geckos in the manor have gone into hiding."

The governess stood up and stroked Andrea's cheek with her hand. Her body couldn't help but tremble, but she didn't dare to look up at her beloved lover.

He always loves to laugh, as if the world is full of infinite fun and possibilities in his eyes.

"Geckos are afraid of you, I don't know why." Andrea murmured.

"What about you? Are you afraid of me?"

As the tutor spoke, he slipped his hand under Andrea's dress, and her young, newly developed body gradually turned red and hot under his touch.

Andrea wanted to refuse, but couldn't help but please him. In the afternoon, there were servants and gardeners pruning flowers in the courtyard from time to time. Andrea had to lean against the wall and draw the curtains.

The heavy camel-colored curtains blocked out most of the sunlight. In an instant, the bedroom that had just been filled with joy changed again, and she fell back into the damp and terrifying witch swamp.

At this moment, she was standing in the cabin, and the person standing opposite her was the witch wrapped in a blanket.

"Did he leave anything for you?"

The witch's voice was wise and deep. It was obvious that she was referring to Andrea's lover, the tutor who had abandoned her.

"Please, let him come back to me. Witches all have love potions that can control people's hearts! For the sake of your friendship with the Baldwin family, give me a bottle. Please."

Andrea, who had just been immersed in the caress of her lover, suddenly fell into the fishy swamp again. She crawled on the ground, shaking the witch's dirty blanket.

"Where were his things placed? Answer my question first."

"The bookcase! There's a poem he wrote for me in there, but... he clearly put it in there, but I can't find it no matter what."

The witch snorted and fiddled with something in the air with her hands.

"What do the Baldwin family have to do with me? You should forget your previous dreams."

Hearing the ruthlessness in the witch's words, Andrea cried even more sadly. She said intermittently:
"I... won't forget. And even if I forget, I still have that diary."

"Diary? You saw the diary!?"

“Yes, when you first told me about the secret door in the storage room on the first floor, I couldn’t help but look through the diary.

I was terrified at the time. It was him, my teacher. Fortunately, he was with me at the time, so I was able to find the diary." "He took the diary with him?"

"No, we just flipped through it and left the diary there."

Andrea initially submitted to the witch's majesty, but gradually she was dominated by her morbid attachment to her lover. In the more than ten years since he left, she lived in hell day and night, and she could no longer bear it.

“My dear witch, you once gave me prophecies and revelations in my dreams. Under your guidance, I even found the forbidden knowledge you left behind in the storage room.

Please forgive my audacity. I have learned some obscure knowledge, but I just can't find the method to make the love potion.

Please, for the sake of us being witches, tell me. I will do anything to know this..."

Andrea had just said half of her words when the witch standing in front of her suddenly pulled off the blanket covering her head.

Her facial features were blurred, replaced by large and small colorful mushrooms, whose caps were spewing spores, which were floating in the dust and causing her entire face to rotate and twist toward the center.

"Ah!" Andrea screamed and dared not hold the witch's legs anymore. She retreated three or four steps and curled up on the ground like a frightened quail.

"What kind of person are you? Are you worthy of being compared with me?"

Millie Tang ignored Andrea and let her struggle and wail in her illusory nightmare.

Since the beginning, Andrea has fallen into his own forbidden spell - the Fool's Sleep. This forbidden spell has a low cost, but its shortcomings are also obvious. It can only make ordinary people with weak willpower indulge in old illusions, but it is not very useful for experienced mystics.

Millie Tang spoke vaguely and ambiguously, and only then was she able to extract a lot of secrets from Andrea.

Ever since Andrea mentioned the bookcase, Millie Tang ran her fingers over the books one by one, and the wonderful feeling became stronger. This woman did not lie to me. The items related to the gods were hidden in the bookshelf.

But where is it? Millie Tang looked up and down twice but still couldn't find it.

Hey! She thought of the Phantom Mask in her bag. This thing could enhance her inspiration, and Liu Yonglu happened to be upstairs, so there was no pressure to use it.

Thinking of this, Millie Tang put on the Phantom mask. Half a minute later, she really saw a clue in a Lashu dictionary. When she put on a special bracelet woven with azurite and the teeth of some creatures, and put her hand close to the dictionary, the black cover of the dictionary began to dissolve like sticky asphalt.

Millie Tang brought out a thin collection of poems, and the asphalt had become the cover of the collection. The pink stationery inside the collection had a rich floral scent, and there was a stamp in the shape of a musical instrument on the upper left corner of the stationery.

Unable to figure out the mystery for a moment, Millie Tang casually put the collection of poems into her small bag.

Millie Tang looked at her watch and realized that she had wasted a lot of time, so she quickly left the room and went to the storage room. At this time, Andrea was lying on the sofa, tearing the sofa cushions frantically with her hands, and she didn't know what she saw.

There were only a few dim kerosene lamps in the storage room. There were no windows, and the orange-yellow lights provided limited illumination. Millie Tang walked past the towering shelves and came to the end of the room.

There was a gray poplar dressing table, and something behind the dressing table seemed to be calling her. After moving the dressing table with great effort, a secret door of half a meter square appeared in front of Millie Tang!

Here comes today’s joke.

The Baldwin family has a turbulent past. What happened hundreds of years ago?

Gods, witches, and family are intertwined to ensure that the truth will surprise you.

Hahaha, thank you all for your support. It’s been on the shelves for more than 20 days. It feels like time has passed so quickly, as if it was just yesterday.

Work hard for a few more days, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

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(End of this chapter)