Agnes doesn't live alone in a chicken foot hut. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She grabbed a humanoid monster from the dark region, fed it some leftovers, tamed it with a leather whip and magic, and ordered it to guard the hut for herself.

The monster was about two feet tall and looked like a stunted freak, its gray skin covered in black spots, and when it lurked in dark corners, it was as imperceptible as a chameleon.

Its limbs were unusually slender, its skin was smooth and its muscles were flexible, like a spineless mollusk, and its hands and feet had barbed pads of flesh, clinging to the ceiling and moving silently, not even a recouting expert like Veronica was aware of its existence, and it was not alerted until the monster pounced.

At first, Veronica thought it was a ghoul who had attacked her, but when she noticed that the other party's arms were like snakes and spikes on the ends of their limbs, she immediately realized that it was an evil creature called the "Lockthroat Monster".

Veronica herself is a ninja who is proficient in sneak attacks, and after being attacked by the Throat Lock, she did not mess with herself, and endured the sharp pain in her throat, and quickly pulled out the "Wandering Blade" with her left hand, activating the "Flashing Technique".

The magic scimitar unleashed a mysterious wave, and Veronica's form flashed into the spirit realm.

The throat locker grabbed the air, and his body lost its support, and he fell involuntarily.

At the same time, Veronica passed through it in spirit form, and as she turned around, she regained her form, and the "Cursed Blade" and "Wandering Blade" were swung at the same time.

Swish! Swish!

Two bolts of cold lightning flashed from the dimly lit hut, and the twin knives slashed at the back of the chokehold, blood and screams burst out at the same time.

The Lockthroat is good at sneak attacks, and its speed is extremely fast, but its body is far from strong, and its vitality is relatively fragile. The sneak attack was stabbed in the back by Veronica's double stabs, and she was almost cut off at the waist, screaming and falling to the ground, and completely lost her breath after two convulsions.

Veronica put the knife into the sheath and touched her neck, which was still a little stinging, and couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Slowly exhaling a cloudy breath, she calmed down and continued to walk to the windowsill to observe the black cloth of the birdcage.

After careful inspection, she was sure that there were no traps, so she carefully picked up the birdcage and weighed it twice.

Poof! Poof!

The steel wire birdcage was heavy, and there was a fluttering of wings from inside the cage.

Veronica ripped open the cloth and found four yellow-backed and white-bellied birds huddled in the corner of the cage, looking like a flock of nightingales.

Sensing the light outside, the birds jumped up tremblingly, and quickly lined up as if they were well trained.

Veronica whistled in surprise, she didn't expect the old ghost woman to have this leisurely and elegant training bird.

The four nightingales lined up and began to sing, shaking their heads from side to side to the beat of the song, in a uniform rhythm, like a choir in a church.

What shocked Veronica even more was that the birds were singing in human language, and their crisp and immature voices were clearly a group of children!

……

Beautiful snowball flowers

Snowball flowers, snowball flowers

The garden is overgrown with snowball flowers, snowball flowers

Oh, beautiful snowballs

Under the pine trees, the breeze is cool

Let me sleep peacefully on the grass

Let me sleep peacefully on the grass

Clever birds, softly chirping

Please don't get in the way of my sleep

……

Listening to the nightingale's song, Veronica's expression gradually changed from shock to abruptness.

Now she finally understands that these birds are the missing children of Valle Village, and the old ghost woman grabs these poor children, turns them into nightingales and puts them in cages, and forces them to sing for fun.

"What a scumbag!" Veronica cursed Agnes secretly.

But then again, although the children have been turned into little birds, at least they are still alive, and there is always hope that the curse will be lifted and restored to the original state.

Veronica put the birdcage back on the windowsill, and was about to search the old ghost's bed to see if there was anything of value, when a small bird in the cage suddenly widened its dark eyes, flapped its wings desperately, and chirped at her.

Veronica immediately realized that something was wrong, and suddenly turned around, only to realize that the floor behind her had somehow cracked a large opening, and a strange plant had quickly grown and flourished.

In an instant, the strange plant almost filled the hut, and the lush branches were covered with thorns, stretching in all directions, like a swarm of green pythons.

What surprised Veronica even more was that the roots of this plant had a huge ovary, which looked like a green vat, and it looked like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for ten months, and the top of the ovary was a group of petals like a flare, crimson and thick like heavy makeup lips, exuding a strong aroma, which made Veronica's head dizzy, and she couldn't help but cover her nose and have an ominous premonition.

"What the hell is this......"

Veronica was about to draw her knife to split the strange plant, when the other party seemed to sense her murderous aura, and threw out the branches of her body first, entangling her to death.

Veronica subconsciously clenched the "Wandering Blade", but today she had already used the "Flashing Technique" twice, and the scimitar could not continue to provide energy to allow her to escape into the spirit world, and before she could come up with a way to escape, she was forcibly dragged over.

The vine lifted her up to the stamen, the petals parting in all directions, as if cracking a large greedy mouth, swallowing her in one gulp, and the ovary began to squirm violently, apparently digesting the prey it had just caught.

The hut fell silent again. The nightingales stopped singing, trembling and curled up in the corner of the cage, tears of despair in their eyes.

PS: About substitutions

According to the DND rules, the offspring of the old ghost woman and humans can be girls or boys, the former mostly become witches, and the latter is relatively low in intelligence, with an ugly face and natural brute strength.

However, instead of using the DND rules (Dungeons & Dragons) for the Misty Swamp story mod, I chose the PF rules (Pathfinders).

The concept of change also comes from PF, which refers to the offspring of ghosts and humans, and the rule restricts that the substitute child cannot be male, but must be a girl. Most of these poor girls have been reduced to abandoned babies, and when they become adults, they usually become strange and nervous. Most of them struggle to overcome their natural instincts, and eventually become like their mothers - losing their beautiful faces and becoming ugly and evil ghosts.

When you look into the abyss, the abyss is watching you. Few people are able to overcome their instincts and depravity, so Tonya's choice is especially difficult.

Of course, don't forget that Tonya has a tight-knit organization behind her to provide her invisible support, and she is not as innocent as she seems.

When the old ghost woman Agnes was calculating Tonya, she didn't know that she had fallen into a carefully woven net.

Finally, most of the ghost women are very ugly, but there are exceptions, such as the appearance of the "Winter Ghost Woman" is very outstanding, which can be called the face of the ghost woman world. Interested book friends may wish to Baidu it, and they should not be disappointed. ^^