This witch, please stay

Chapter 20
Among the gradually thinning trees, two figures, one black and one white, one in front and one behind, walked unhurriedly in one direction. The figure in front was leisurely and leisurely, while the figure in the back curled up like a quail, Holding a thick stack of golden talisman paper in his hand.

Suddenly, the figure in black who was walking leisurely disappeared in a flash, and then a silver-white sword light flashed, piercing straight into the soil where he was before.

A pair of big black hands with a width of one person stabbed out from the soil, and grabbed the place where the figure in black was before, as if if caught, he would be torn in half in the next moment.

But faster than the big black hands is the silver sword light. Before the big hands are closed, the "Mid-Autumn" flying sword has already pierced the head of the "Secret Puppet". The dense sword light burst out, stirring everything in that head into pieces.

Then the pair of big black hands began to "melt" almost at the same time that the head was smashed, turning into a dark viscous liquid and blending into the soil, as if it had never appeared before.

Jia Xianren looked numbly at the two holes on the ground in front of him that were as thick as his thighs, and didn't yell, but took out another talisman from the thick stack of talisman papers he held in his hand, and pressed it on the Then he continued to walk forward with Xun Ming who "appeared" in front of him again.

At first, Jia Xianren would still be so frightened that his face was covered in cold sweat and his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, but after doing this a dozen times, he gradually became numb.

After seeing those big rough hands, Xun Ming's brows twitched slightly, and a little surprise surfaced in his heart for a moment.

According to his previous inspection, all the secret puppets who attacked were "female", but this time the secret puppets were obviously different from "female".

After thinking about it, Xun Ming, who was still a little uncertain, took out the snow-white booklet again, tried to draw a stroke on the page, and got a negative answer as expected.

After recalling and comparing the disappearance speed of the "secret puppet" after "death", it was estimated that he was about to reach the monster's lair. Xun Ming looked at Jia Xianren, who was already covered with a lot of talismans, and fainted again. I feel that something is not enough.

So he twisted his left hand, first squeezed out a small silver-white metal ball, then thought it felt wrong, then replaced it with a bronze mirror with a diamond-shaped through hole in the middle, and handed it to Jia Xianren.

"Put this under the clothes on your chest. If there is any danger at that time, take two talisman papers and stick them on the mirror."

Xun Ming thought for a while, and added another sentence:
"If there is danger, just listen to me and run to your death, and then just keep patting those talisman papers on yourself, don't feel bad at all, the life of a dog is the biggest in the world, do you hear me?"

Listening to Xun Ming's constant instructions like an old mother, Jia Xianren felt even more worried and at the same time felt a warmth flowing slowly in his chest, making him feel that his mood was unconsciously calm A few points.

However, this warmth was quickly replaced by the coldness of the bronze mirror. Jia Xianren, who felt his heart suddenly became extremely cold, shivered unconsciously, and then covered his face when he saw that he was speechless. Xun Ming.

"Don't put it next to your body..."

"Ooo."

……

For the next part of the road, there were no more attacks from the black corpse secret puppet, which made Xun Ming gradually raise his guard while feeling a little pity.

This means that they are very close to their destination.

After the last tranquility, comes the madness and destruction when the storm comes.

As they advanced, the trees around them began to thin out at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xun Ming, who was walking in front, seemed to have a heartbeat, and then they saw that the space not far ahead seemed to be covered with a layer of Covered by colored mucous membranes.

The colorful "mucosa" seemed to be blown by a breeze, and it began to fluctuate slightly.

The weak fluctuations twisted quickly in the continuous superimposition, and finally, as if torn apart by a pair of invisible claws, a crack opened in the middle for one person to pass through.

Through that crack, Xun Ming saw a door with aging and peeling vermilion paint.

As if feeling Xun Ming's gaze, the dim vermilion-painted gate opened in half after a "squeak", revealing the spacious courtyard behind.

No one is empty.

Xun Ming chuckled silently, and said as if teasing:

"Heh, how welcome we are?"

Then he walked towards the crack very naturally, under a pair of high-fingered sword eyebrows, the pair of pitch-black eyes showed obvious laziness at some point.

Without waiting for Xun Ming's reminder, Jia Xianren behind him followed his pace very consciously, and at the same time quietly squeezed the silver metal ball on his left hand that was already covered in sweat, but his face had an indifferent expression , as if there was no fear at all.

Prior to this, Xun Ming quietly explained to Jia Xianren, allowing him to approach and maintain a natural "superior demeanor", and at the same time, the "Crescent Moon Flowing Cloud Armor" that was put away before was handed over to him. over him.

In Xun Ming's words, even monsters have some brains, and they like to pick soft persimmons the most.

But the kind of old and refined people, on the contrary, like to pick those who seem to be the most sharp on the surface.

Because this kind of child is either a young child who has just entered the rivers and lakes, or simply has a mental illness.

No matter what kind of these two are, they are perfect targets, and it is most suitable to use them to show momentum.

Think about it, if the most powerful person in a group is torn in two by the opposite party, what kind of psychological activity will the rest of them have?

After hearing Xun Ming's words, Jia Xianren was taken aback for a moment, and then he was astonished. After that, he concentrated on studying two things along the way.

One is how to better disguise as a successful garlic head, and the other is how to affix talismans to the body faster and more accurately.

This is a matter of life and death!
I don't know if it's because of sincerity, or if Jia Xianren's talented brains are really activated. At this moment, when they walked towards the crack of the film one after another, Jia Xianren's face could hardly see any signs of weakness, and there was even a hint of weakness. A faint unique charm loomed between his brows.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Jia Xianren, who had a vaguely "superior demeanor", and Xun Ming, who had disdain and contempt on his face, sighed quietly in his heart, and then stepped over the film, and with a flash in front of his eyes, he I came to the front door of the vermilion lacquer withered and dim.

What no one noticed was that a small snow-white sword slipped into the inside pocket of the scholar's sleeve.

(End of this chapter)