Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Justifa was silent.

If he handed over the soul-changing technique, he would no longer have bargaining chips.

It was related to the safety of himself and Cecil, so even if the Supreme Witch personally put pressure on him, he would never say it.

"These two people are very stubborn, and normal methods are useless." Robb said as he watched this scene.

"Then use abnormal methods." Cordelia said indifferently, while taking out a potion she made herself from her pocket.

"What is this?" Robb asked curiously.

"Something similar to truth serum."

Robb had given a general idea on the phone before, and Cordelia, who knew that she would be tortured next, quickly prepared such a potion and brought it over.

Cordelia opened the potion bottle and handed it to Justifa's mouth.

Justifa, who was not deaf, naturally closed his mouth tightly and resisted desperately.

However, all this resistance disappeared with the casual movement of Cordelia's fingers.

Pulled by the invisible force, Justifa's mouth opened uncontrollably.

Cordelia easily poured the potion into Justifa's mouth without leaving a drop.

Soon, Justifa, who was suddenly trembling all over, rolled his eyes violently.

For a minute, his whole body and eyes were stagnant.

Cordelia looked at Justifa, and under the dual influence of mind control and earth true potion, Justifa answered her questions one by one without any struggle.

Afterwards, Cordelia, who did not wake Justifa up and continued to act as her puppet, turned around and clapped her hands towards Robb, Catelyn and the real Matthew who was lingering in a wheelchair, and announced:

"Now, it's time to change souls again."

......

"Lime, sulfur, blood, hair."

In the living room on the first floor, many sundries have been moved out, leaving a large open space.

A large number of candles were lit, surrounding it.

Matthew, who was completely "autonomous" and had been deceived by Cordelia, muttered to himself while using lime to draw on the floor the so-called "protection" spell that Katrin had found in the attic magic book, which was actually the ritual pattern of the sacrificial spell.

First two circles.

Then four eyes in the north and south.

Then sulfur, cut hair and his own blood were sprinkled around.

When all this was done, the record player next to him played the song of sacrifice.

"God! The time has come!"

"From the dry dust...from the chains...from the devil's dwelling place..."

"God! It's time!"

"Lead me...from the dry dust...break the chains that bind me...take me out of the devil's dwelling place...take me out of the darkness..."

"Let me walk out of the blind days...remove my sorrow...save me from sin..."

"God! Please..."

Flickering candlelight, ancient prayers, strange rituals.

In Cecil's unwillingness and despair, who was shaking his body but was powerless; in Catelyn's surprised eyes, who stared at any details in front of her; and in Justifa's weird smile, who stood up and muttered "I believe it all".

As Cordelia recited the spell, Robb pushed the real Matthew in a wheelchair and took him behind a mirror next to the sacrifice ceremony.

Justifa looked at the mirror.

Instantly!

The mirror showed Ben's appearance.

Then, after a blur, the mirror surface changed to Matthew's appearance.

Boom! Boom!

As if it had been hit by an earthquake, the huge house suddenly swayed wildly.

In the violent shaking, the mirror surface, which always maintained Matthew's appearance, seemed to be pushed by an invisible force at this moment, and rushed towards Justifa at a very fast speed.

Justifa did not dodge.

With a weird smile on his face, he opened his arms to welcome the arrival of the mirror.

Crash~~

With the sound of Justifa falling to the ground and the mirror breaking, everything ended.

The house stopped shaking, and a large number of lit candles were extinguished instantly.

Justifa, the person involved, and the real Matthew who was originally behind the mirror fell into a coma at the same time.

One minute later.

"Matthew" who was in the sacrificial spell ceremony woke up first.

He first looked at his hands, then quickly touched his face, and then touched all over his body.

Until he was sure, his eyes were full of tears, and he shouted in ecstasy: "I...I...I recovered!!"

"Congratulations."Robb took a mirror and looked at Matthew. There was no change in the mirror, confirming that it was him.

"Remember to ask your girlfriend Susan to give me a five-star review after you see her."

Robb patted Matthew on the shoulder, and then came to Justifa, who was weak and speechless after returning to his original body.

After confirming that the other party was correct, Robb ignored the person who had woken up but could not do anything. He came to Cordelia and exclaimed:

"Perfect ending. You are worthy of being the Supreme Witch."

"The main thing is that you have subdued them. I just came to finish it." Cordelia did not brag.

Robb shrugged: "These two guys are easy to deal with. I don't think they are worthy of their reputation."

Cordelia: "The price of immortality. Even the magic power of the Voodoo Queen is declining year by year, let alone Justifa and Cecil. After multiple soul changes, their strength is not much stronger than a gun."

Robb understood.

Cordelia looked at the time and said goodbye: "Since everything here has been resolved, I will go back first. Don't play outside all day long, come back more often when you have time."

"I understand." Robb nodded, "By the way, Cordelia, do you still need Justifa and Cecil? If not, I will take care of them."

"It's up to you. They are no longer valuable. It's time to atone for everything in the past."

Cordelia waved her hand and strode out of the house.

When she came to the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at Catelyn who was amazed and Matthew who was crying with joy, and looked at Robb and said:

"Do you need me to erase their related memories?"

Robb thought about it and shook his head and said: "Don't bother. No one will believe what they say, and most people will just treat them as mentally ill."

"That's fine."

The existence of witches is not a secret in the eyes of those who care.

After all, you can't expect the witch hunters to keep their mouths shut.

Cordelia didn't care if one more person knew or one less person knew.

Finally, she waved goodbye to Robb and drove away in her car.

"Robb, do you think I can become a witch?" Catelyn, who didn't know that her memory was almost wiped, watched Cordelia leave, full of envy and yearning.

Robb shook his head: "Witches are about bloodline qualifications. Obviously, Catelyn, you are not."

Otherwise, Cordelia would have dragged Catelyn to school long ago.