Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Several people climbed over the half-height wall and came to the window next to the door. Samont took out a specially made volatile coma potion, and he, Jorah, and Flagg drank the potion of resistance. Then he threw it directly through the gap in the window.

You can see that the villagers in simple clothes are holding hands and praying around an altar. There is a little lamb on it, and the dark red blood is stuck to the ground.

The villagers who had closed their eyes quickly opened their eyes when they heard the shattering sound, and a fierce white mist quickly enveloped them. Jorah quickly rushed in and blocked the door at the back to prevent anyone with strong resistance from escaping from here.

In the white mist, the bright meat cleaver struck directly at Jorah who was holding the door handle. Jorah had already pulled the door bolt and kicked the black shadow in the white mist onto the altar. Fortunately, be prepared in advance. These people are delirious.

The villagers who reacted rushed out of the white mist with tree-cutting axes and greeted Qiao La directly at the door. Flagg and Samant who went out from another place also knocked out several people who wanted to escape.

A group of tied little figures was also thrown out, and Jorah, who cursed a few times, quickly caught it. These people are really crazy, they can even abandon their own children. He casually picked up the stick next to him and knocked out the person holding the ax who was shaking in front of him. He also knocked the agitated woman unconscious on the ground. It seemed that he was under control.

After the white fog dissipated, several people after the melee could clearly see the situation inside the house. There were more than a dozen villagers lying around outside the altar, including men, women and children. Several children were tied up and leaning against the altar.

Flagg quickly erased the solidified red and black symbols on the altar, threw the still-warm lamb outside, then picked up the firewood and straw next to it and burned it. These media that may bring evil gods to come can only be dealt with in this way now.

"Is this useful?" Samant tied up the people on the ground and looked at the busy Flagg.

"It's better to seek comfort than to do nothing."

"Are these people crazy? Are they even planning to sacrifice their own children?"

Jorah did not untie the children, but made them lie down more comfortably. He was not sure whether certain guys had already descended into them, so he could only take them back to the church to check.

"What are we going to do with these people now?" Samant asked temporary captain Jorah. Should we take them all to the nearest church for processing? Or take it back directly.

The melodious sound of the flute came from all directions and interrupted him, just like a shepherd on the grassland missing the people and things in his hometown, gentle and sad; and like a young girl waiting for the expectation and excitement of her sweetheart, following the rhythm, The man's arrival was getting louder and louder.

Everyone in the room stood up, filled with laughter and laughter, and hugged each other like relatives and friends they had not seen for a long time. If they weren't tied up, they would hug each other and dance.

Samant felt a splitting headache, and his deafness was filled with the vibration of the machine. It was like being in a closed lathe room, and he held his head in pain. The heartbeats rang out around him, and as the rhythm of the flute continued to accelerate, the bright red blood sprayed from the side directly filled his upper body.

Seeing the villagers standing up and laughing happily, the upper body exploded directly, and Jorah, who was a little shaken, woke up instantly. The pain that Samont encountered also appeared on him. Cracks appeared on his body and blood seeped out from inside. Flagg was about to untie the ropes of the villagers as if he saw an old friend, and the same skin cracks appeared.

Invisible ripples spread out, and a quiet and peaceful darkness enveloped the room, cutting off the melodious flute sound. The surviving villagers fell down again. Flagg and Jorah, who were about to lose control, also felt a wave of comfort, calmed down and fell to the ground.

Salmont, who was holding his head, let go of his hands and looked around. He quickly drank the prepared potion, and a burst of red light appeared on his body, quickly calming him down. The warm blood dripped from his hair.

Hermione on the roof outside used the charm Grant gave her. There was a melancholy woman sitting in the skylight on the roof in front. She was holding a primary-color reed flute and looking at Hermione with a smile. Her long brown-blond hair was blowing in the wind, and she was wearing a gray and white linen dress. She looked like a mountain girl who was inexperienced in the world.

'It's actually so polluted? '

In the spiritual vision state, you can see that the woman is a white rolling ball of light mixed with some black, and the threads floating around are connected to unknown places. Extraordinaries without divinity would probably die immediately if they saw it.

"No matter who you are, just go in and stay there for me."

Hermione took out a mirror with her right hand and turned it over, trying to reflect the woman sitting in front of her. He took out a golden charm in his left hand and said "sun" in Hermetic language, and the pure, blazing light of morning illuminated the place.

A somewhat dark shadow broke away from the bottom of the house, fading and struggling under the light of the morning sun. The place it crossed became gray and dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for a long time. The decay and devouring was very familiar to Hermione.

The woman sitting on the skylight still looked at Hermione with that melancholy smile, her brown eyes were a little downcast, and she seemed a little aggrieved.

The pure morning light was blocked in front of her, and the dark shadow found an opportunity to penetrate into the shadow formed under her body.

"See you next time, I hope you like it." A shy farewell whisper sounded, as if to Hermione, and then she disappeared here, and the light of morning filled her original position.

'Since you like to see me so much, you can come into my mirror so that we can meet every day. Hermione put away the mirror with regret, she left too quickly and didn't have much contact with herself at all. Pope Derrick's purification is really useful, but it's a pity that this one is the only one, and I don't know how to speak next time.

The light of morning dissipated, and looking at the village that had not changed much, Hermione stood on the roof and checked it carefully again. After finding nothing, she left directly. Fortunately, he took a look, otherwise the people below would have become sacrifices.

Can it also be said that she waited for me here on purpose? This woman obviously has many opportunities to do something, just the melodious flute sound she makes is enough. He just waited until he arrived to start. The sound of the playing was very nice, and it had no impact on Hermione, so she naturally enjoyed it.

'Fortunately, I was prepared. Didn't Collampet catch that dark shadow? Or are they not the same group? 'Hermione, who has doubts, plans to find Palina Hill to ask about that organization. If she has the key medium, she can find it through divination.