The pain was so great that Duchamp let out an earth-shattering cry.

"Not bad, yes, there is such a talent, it is worthy of Qiyao's perfect resonance physique, it seems that my wife and I want to gain fame and fortune this time." The witch took off her unsightly ecclesiastical robes and stepped forward, looking down at her prey.

Her face actually changed into another look, and she looked much older than just now.

At this point of mermaid flesh, Duchamp calmed down, he stared at the witch, and asked tentatively, "The Kashan witch?" ”

"Yes, you know my name?" The witch was curious.

"I know there are six of you, but it looks like most of you died last night. I'm curious, how did you confirm it was mine? ”

The question was inexplicable, but the witch understood it completely, and she giggled, "It's very simple, just a little backtracking spell. However, in this era of the end of the law, there can be a few people who can understand such a subtle spell, so even the old thing of the lord has been completely deceived by me. ”

"So you deliberately tricked your accomplices into sending them to death?"

"That's right!" The witch couldn't help but laugh again.

"One by one, they were all so sanctimonious, saying that they were for the sake of their sons, for the sake of their clansmen, and they excluded me from the beginning. Why can't I fight? I'm not even 50 years old, but look at my face, does it look like I'm 70 years old? The witch ruffled her hair so that Duchamp could see her wrinkles.

Duchamp couldn't help but shudder, there were more folds on this face than Hanamaki, at least a hundred years old.

"yes, you can't stand it, can you?" The witch laughed maniacally and vented her displeasure in a loud voice: "I have never been married in my life, why, don't I want offspring, isn't it just to prevent my child from being born and suffering in this world!" ”

"But baby, you only have one person, how can you be enough for six people. I don't let them die one by one, how can I enjoy this last meal here in peace. The witch couldn't help but giggle again.

"What a real madman!" Duchamp muttered in disgust.

After the witch vented, her spirit seemed to have stabilized a lot, she raised her staff, and looked at Duchamp in surprise: "It seems that you already know what we want to do, how do you know?" ”

Duchamp closed his eyes and didn't intend to speak, it seemed that the girl named Ah Jiu was justified in being afraid.

"Look, blood is running down your chest, and if I don't say the answer I want, I'll let it flow." As she spoke, the witch slammed the magic weapon in her hand into Duchamp's chest, and with the blow of shadow energy, it immediately began to burn the huge wound on Duchamp's chest.

Duchamp was so painful that even the roots of his hair stood on end, his whole body twitched, the nerves on his face twisted, and even the tears that would have flowed from his eyes trembled.

The witch admired the expression, and she giggled out loud, "Don't say anything, then hold on." Let me think, could it be that one of Imelda's juniors who betrayed us? Or was that Ansest coward caught by you? ”

She said loudly as she watched Duchamp's reaction.

But alas, Duchamp's face was completely distorted, and all he could hear was the sound of his own skin being burned by pure shadow energy.

It hurts so much, something has to be done!

His whole body strength was imprisoned, and the witch held back for a long time before this big move was unusual.

The only thing he could use was mental attacks, but he had already tried it just now, and it didn't work against the witch at all.

They all eat spell rice, and it seems that the witch's spiritual power is also very high.

"Let's stop the pain!"

He turned his mental power to notice the wound, and at first it felt more painful, but after a few seconds, it seemed that the pain felt a little less.

It seems to have some effect.

His eyes were staring straight at the witch who was still muttering to herself, but his mental power was completely focused on the wound that was being burned by the shadow energy.

That's right, some of the energy in his body is resisting the erosion of shadow energy. He was extremely familiar with this power, and immediately sensed that it was the power of the illusion, which was converging towards the wound, converging under the shadow ball, resisting the energy from continuing to erode downward, and even trying to assimilate the eroded skin.

The caster's perception is so sensitive that witches will perceive it.

He had to find a way to distract the witch.

"Look at your skills, you can guide spells without a power guide, I can't do this trick, your talent is so strong, why do you want to covet my talent?"

"Talent! Giggles! As if she had heard some joke, the witch stopped guiding the Shadow Bullet and burst out laughing.

When she finally laughed enough, she suddenly lowered her head and said in a sinister manner: "What is talent, what I want is you, the mark that can reverse my fate!" ”

"That's right!" Her half-crazy mind suddenly remembered something important.

"I haven't had time to look at the marks on you, hahaha!"

In the next second, Duchamp saw something a hundred times more terrifying than being burned by the Shadow Ball.

The witch leaned down on her pleated face, looked at his body greedily, and put her weapon aside, reaching out to tear his clothes.

"Boom!" Duchamp's mind was occupied by fear and anger.

The witch lifted Duchamp's placket, completely unaware that the black wound was healing at an unusual rate, and she looked at the blood-stained chest, muttering to herself in some disappointment, "What about the sigil?" Didn't you say that it was generally on the chest? ”

"Boom!" Duchamp was forcibly turned over.

"Neither on the back! Could it be somewhere else? So saying, the witch went to tug at Duchamp's trousers.

"Hey, madwoman, what are you looking for? What a mark, I don't even have a mole on my body, sir. "Duchamp is resisting in vain.

The witch looked at Duchamp to herself, and at last, disappointed, stood up. "It looks like it's really gone! It shouldn't have been revealed yet, otherwise, this kid would definitely have invoked the power of the imprint just now. The witch let go stupidly, and then laughed again: "It's easier to get it if you don't show up, but it's a pity that it's still daytime, Jin Yao is strong, and you have to wait for a while at night." ”

Do you want to do it at night? Duchamp's brain teaser turned sharply, endured the pain, and laughed twistedly: "It seems that you have a lot of free time, I will tell you a story, do you want to listen to it." ”

"I've got time, so I might as well hear it." The witch was able to stand still.

"Once upon a time, there was a large group of monsters, and they heard that eating the meat of a monk can lead to immortality, so they went out one after another, and it took three years to catch that monk again and again. The first time I went was a scorpion spirit...... The second time it was a bone spirit...... Third ...... So many times, but I have never been able to eat it, do you know why? ”

"Why?" The witch asked suspiciously.

"Because these monsters are too particular about the quality of life." Duchamp tried to slow down his speech, his eyes fixed on the yellow dots that gradually lit up at the edge of the minimap, and slowly unraveled the mystery: "It's just a simple thing to eat a person. But this group of monsters is too particular about the quality of life, one by one they have to feast guests, fast and bathe, they are all gourmets, they also have to pay attention to steaming or boiling, and they also pay attention to the time, completely forgetting their duty to be a demon. If you catch that Tang monk, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, bite a piece first, this Tang monk meat will have been eaten a long time ago. ”

"What do you mean by that, do you still have a backhand?" The witch guessed suspiciously.

Duchamp suddenly smiled, it was a smile from the heart: "You have played too few RPGs, and generally at this time, it is time for super masters to save the game." ”

What the hell is this kid talking about? The witch was in a daze, when suddenly, she heard a chant in her ear:

"The confusion of not holding it is born, and evil thoughts are born from it, and they climb over the wilderness, climb over the hills, and sow calamity in the sky."