Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 394 What do you think
Adele woke up from her sleep to find that the bed beneath her was drenched in cold sweat. This body's stress response to primitive fear made her almost dehydrated.

She stretched out her hand to hold the wrist of the other hand and stroked it up, feeling a tingling pain immediately.When she took the arm away, she found that her arm was like a python that had shed its skin. The skin split from the center of the forearm, and the delicate dermal tissue underneath could be seen.

A sign of loss of control... Adele frowned, clutching the bed sheet tightly.

The moonlight outside the window was getting thicker and thicker, and the rampant spirituality in Adele's body was gradually rising, distorting her expression like a demon.

thump!
She rolled out of the bed, twisted and struggling there, grabbed handfuls of hair, but it didn't relieve the symptoms that her head was about to explode, and she didn't calm down. She wanted to ignite the black fire on her body impulse.

She has witnessed strange and extraordinary existences more than once in her dreams, but she has never received such intense feedback in reality like today!

The unbearable Adele almost frantically scratched the tiled floor with her nails, leaving a series of light gray scratches on the enamel, making teeth-stinging creaking noises.

Her nails seemed to be about to break, but in the end they just kept bending backwards, sticking to her fingers like broken threads, and would slowly bend back under the action of elasticity after each scratch.

The scratching sound echoed in the small room, but no one came to Adele's room to check the situation, not even the night police patrolling the corridor.

Her skin was already covered with a strange white glow, and her hair was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, entwining her limbs, trying to strangle herself to death.

Adele, who had never experienced symptoms of such a severe loss of control before, found that her experience had little effect on coping with the loss of control that had occurred.

In the confusion, she touched her face, and found that under the thin skin were lumps of hard bone, as if there were bone shoots growing under the skin, trying to break through the skin and get out of her body.

Adele, who was almost at a loss, finally told her rationally that her own power was completely unable to relieve similar symptoms, and she could only rely on the help of a great existence.

"The sprouts of the tree of disaster..."

"A symbol of destruction and rebirth..."

"Lord of plagues and natural disasters..."

"The great Medea Gagran..."

Adele repeatedly recited the esteemed name that Gagran told her, hoping that her mother could give her some help.

However, her pain has not been weakened, and that Sequence Two angel has not appeared by her side immediately as before.

At this time, Adele didn't even care about worrying about whether Gagran had encountered any problems, and was almost passed out by the surging pain like a sea tide.

There was an indescribable tactile sensation on the curved nails. The feeling between pain and itching made Adele's disgusting hair stand on end, and she wanted to pull out all her nails.

Her head became more and more confused, and she felt that her thoughts were like boiling water, constantly bubbling, trying to break free from the constraints on her head.

boom!
Adele, who was rolling back and forth on the ground, knocked over the bookshelf, and the citrine pendant she put on it fell down together with several large books, hitting Adele on the head, and the sharp spine of the book was instantly shattered. A small bloody gash was left on her forehead, which also made her temporarily sober.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Adele grabbed the silver chain of the pendulum and held the warm citrine in her hand.

In her memory, a past event that Miss Magician had lightly said suddenly appeared.

At that time, Miss Magician was still enduring the curse of full moon ravings unique to the Abraham family. Every time the full moon came, she would hear mysterious and crazy ravings, which almost made her lose control every time.

Later, under the arrangement of Ms. "Justice" Audrey, she saw Mister Fool's honorable name, and when she was on the verge of losing control, she recited the name with the idea of ​​trying luck, and finally in the fool's With help, he got rid of the raving of the full moon and escaped the out-of-control ending.

Although the reasons for the two losing control were different, and Mister Fool was not as thoroughly asleep when Miss Magician was praying, but Adele had no choice.

The changes in the body continued, and Adele felt that the goosebumps on her skin seemed to have settled down, turning into tiny scales that looked like substance, with a greasy liquid oozing from them.

Looking at the pale scales growing out of the pierced skin on her wrist, Adele understood that this might be her last chance.

She struggled to put the topaz on her chest, and whispered with all her strength:

"Don't belong to this era, the fool..."

"Above the gray mist, yes, the mysterious master..."

"In charge, good luck, king of yellow and black..."

"Don't belong to this era, the fool..."

"Above the gray mist, yes, the mysterious master..."

"In charge, good luck, king of yellow and black..."

She chanted repeatedly, as if she had lost other abilities, so that she didn't even realize that the abnormality in her mind had disappeared for the first time.

At this time, there was a clear dripping sound in her ears, and the pain, irritability, madness and despair that had been pierced into her bones before seemed to have never existed at all, and it was just an illusion.

Adele propped up her body with difficulty, trying to see the surrounding scene clearly.

Below her is the familiar boundless mist, and beside her is the old mottled bronze long table.

This is the venue of the Tarot Club...

Adele supported the tall stone pillar beside her to stand up, and only then did she realize that she was not the only existence in this space.

At the top of the long bronze table, which had been vacant until now, on the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool", there was sitting a mysterious and abnormal figure wrapped in thick gray mist, who seemed to be looking down on everything.

There was a strange aura about him, which made Adele very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had felt it before.But she instinctively knew the meaning of that aura: it was the aura of the ancient times.

His location, attire, and description made a name pop up in Adele's mind in an instant, but she still couldn't believe it.

"Are you, Mister Fool?"

Adele asked tentatively.

The figure above the gray mist was silent and did not speak. The eternal gray mist seemed so terrifying at this moment. Just when Adele was almost driven crazy by the silence, she heard the other party's calm and unwavering voice :

"What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)