On the island, these three witches are educated in the language, are proficient in several Chinese, and can communicate smoothly with anyone.

For the madman in front of them, the elders paid the price and lesson in exchange for blood, telling them that it was unreasonable to be unreasonable with the madman, and for the safety of themselves and the clan, they could only follow his wishes and make fewer mistakes.

Watching Captain Dudin's mad behavior, they were so amuseful that they were accustomed to seeing cruel scenes, and their compassion became mentally numb at the thought of their slaughtered people.

The witches half-lowered their eyes and watched indifferently as the madman in front of them slowly carried out his sacred ritual.

The woman on the laboratory bed was in pain all over her body, unable to wake up under the effect of drugs that were not anesthetics, only her brows became more and more furrowed.

Admiring his masterpiece, Captain Dudin licked the blood from his saber and thrust his saber back into his boot with satisfaction.

"Let's get started!" Captain Dudin glanced at the three silent witches with a bevelous look.

The witches gathered around the woman, muttering words in their mouths, and stretched out three hands to press them on the woman's forehead, and then moved back and forth over her body like a scan.

The wounds on the woman's body were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her brow slowly relaxed.

This woman can't die physically, so the first thing the witches do is help her stop the bleeding and calm her nerves.

The spells in the witches' mouths changed suddenly, and the wandering hands glowed with a faint green light, and began to search for souls.

They knew that this was Captain Dudin's first test of their ability, and if he was dealt with with the slightest suspicion, the consequences could be predicted, so they used all their mental and spiritual power to search for souls on this woman, inch by inch.

Whether it is a soul derived from this artificial person itself, or a soul that lives in an alien world, an unawakened soul can hide in any corner of the body after being stimulated by the spiritual power of soul searching.

Their future mission is to trap the soul of the mad captain's wife into this body, and a body cannot have two souls at the same time, otherwise they will either repel each other, devour each other, or coexist at the same time and cause magnetic confusion and schizophrenia.

The stakes are high, and they dare not be negligent.

After a long time, one of the witches suddenly grabbed and pulled with five fingers, and a weak green and faint light cloud phantom was pulled out of the female Rao's body, and the female Rao's body continued to twitch and tremble.

The witch pinched the green light with one hand, her eyes flashed slightly, and she quickly recited a spell in her mouth, and shook her fingers.

There was a faint cracking sound that only the witches could hear, and the green light shattered and disappeared like fireworks.

The other two witches glanced at the witch in surprise, and there was a flash of disapproval and intolerance in their eyes.

The witch lowered her eyes silently, from the moment they set foot on this island, mercy, mercy, and conscience no longer belonged to them, and it was ridiculous to talk about conscience for the sake of their people, whose souls could be sold.

The soul that was crushed by her was a derivative soul, not a pure human soul, like an unformed fetus, once it left its mother's body and was exposed to the air, it was so weak that it was difficult to survive, and sooner or later it dissipated, and she just gave it a pleasure.

—The witch laughed silently and bitterly to herself.

The other two witches only glanced at the witch, and the two heads quickly formed a complex fingerprint with each other and held a joint handprint, one slapped the forehead of the woman with one palm, and the other pinched a fingerprint and poked the woman's heart.