The witch conquered the whole world with her death

Chapter 440 They Can't Hear You Calling for Help

Hua Mian panicked and leaned on the guardrail: "You, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man looked at her face with a distorted expression.

Seeing the flustered expression on her face, he pulled his lips and grinned.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a top-quality stove..." The middle-aged man licked his dry lips.

Hua Mian still showed a flustered look: "You, aren't you afraid of being heard by the Tianyuanmen disciples below?"

"Heh, they won't hear your call—what's more, they can't protect themselves." The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, and the curvature comparable to that of a dragon king was simply against the sky.

Hua Mian didn't think much, and began to think quickly in her heart.

She had noticed it when she went up to the second floor just now—the aura of everyone in the room had weakened a lot accordingly.

She asked the shopkeeper a question, not really stupid enough to ask such a boring question as to whether the room is really full.

It's because when the people from Tianyuanmen came here, they didn't reveal their purpose and identity at all.

If it is a normal person, the shopkeeper should be surprised first.

But he didn't, instead he followed her words.

It was clear that he didn't know at all or he knew very well—in either case, it proved that he was not normal.

"Heh." Hua Mian suddenly chuckled, with a little contempt on her pretty face, "That means...they won't hear you calling for help?"

A huge coercion hit, and the middle-aged man's face was full of pride, and before he could take it back, cold sweat broke out on his head.

So... such powerful pressure!
It was a kind of fear from the depths of his soul that made him step back uncontrollably.

Hua Mian looked into his eyes, pointed to the room behind him with a smile, and said with a low smile, "Please help the shopkeeper to light a lamp."

After the words fell, the man felt that his body was not in control, and his footsteps were uncontrollable as he walked into the room.

A small flame ignited at his fingertips and stopped in front of the white candle.

He gritted his teeth, trying to fight against the unknown force in his body, but to no avail.

"You, what did you do to me?" The shopkeeper forcefully squeezed this sentence out of his mouth.

Hua Mian smiled casually, as if she didn't care much, leaning against the railing: "It's nothing, just a...meeting ceremony."

"Okay, shopkeeper, please light the lamp." Hua Mian said again.

She glanced at the man's eyes, and a dark light flashed in her twinkling star pupils.

A flash of firelight lit up, revealing a sweeping view of the room.

"Tsk." Hua Mian sighed and snapped his fingers, and the man fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength.

There was cold sweat on his forehead.

Hua Mian walked over, stopped in front of him, bent slightly, and said with a smile in her voice, "Let me guess, how many people did you kill?"

It was true that there was a smile in her voice, but her eyes were full of sternness.

She glanced around the room.

Before she even came in, she noticed that the smell of blood here was very strong.

Now illuminated by dim candlelight, it was not difficult to see the scenery in the room clearly.

The bodies piled up together are really spectacular, but also disgusting.

"Ten, fifteen..." Numbers popped out of the man's mouth uncontrollably.

His eyelids were beating wildly.

How on earth did this woman do it?
Why had he never heard of the genre?
How can there be such a technique that can manipulate the behavior of others, and still retain the consciousness of others.

You know what you're doing, but you still have to keep doing it.

(End of this chapter)