Outside the hut, a flock of crows landed on the corpses of two hunters, pecking at the bodies that were beginning to chill, contributing to the flow of energy in the ghast jungle.

Inside the hut, the girl hid in the corner of the plank bed, curled up and sobbed.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the terrifying corpse outside made her tremble, and she had been hiding in the house since Lin Yutian left. Whenever a life passed away, she always felt an indescribable pain all over her body, as if the soul of the dead was wrapped around her.

Who will save her? Take her away in this terrifying world? Take her away from this unspeakable nightmare?

The door slowly opened, and a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak slowly walked in. The hound, lying on the side of the bed, stood up and warned the old woman under the cloak.

"Kudos to Soka, little Jasmine, you're still here."

This man's voice is high-pitched, like a witch in a call story, and he is very suitable for playing an ugly role. "I thought you were killed by those two reckless hunters, did you kill them?"

"First, Lord Prophet, no, it's not my ......"

Jasmine shuddered and recognized the figure under the cloak as the town's prophet, a venerable old woman who was said to have dedicated her body and mind to serving the god of war.

Prophet? Looking at the faint black qi that overflowed from time to time under the cloak, this guy didn't look like a believer in the Brave God of War, but a bit like a death messenger.

"Tsk," the figure under the cloak murmured, stretching out a skinny 'chicken claw', its pale complexion exuding a terrifying aura. "Your pure soul is too perfect, come with me, child, and I will sublimate your soul."

Jasmine's body trembled, and she curled up hard, holding her head in her hands as if enduring inexplicable pain.

Barking!

The hound suddenly pounced on the old guy, but halfway through the pounce, a black gas overflowed from the cloak and wrapped the hound, and the black gas quickly gathered into a ball. Without a sound, the black ball slowly dispersed, and there was no more hounds in the air.

Not even a single hair remained.

"Oda ......" Jasmine's lips were white and trembling, and she was too frightened by the scene in front of her to speak.

The old witch under the cloak sneered, "What a wonderful taste, it has been with you for a long time, and its soul is purer than that of ordinary life." Rest assured Jasmine, I won't devour your soul. I've waited so many years just to turn your soul into a puppet and help me regain my strength. Come with me, good boy, and you will know what eternal life is. ”

"Look! It's Uncle Wynne and Ashi! God, they were killed by that woman too! ”

"Where's Jasmine? We just burned the hut down! That ominous man must get out of town! ”

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the hut, and the old witch who was about to make a move made a move, waved her cloak, and quietly disappeared into thin air.

As soon as the old witch disappeared, a strong hunter kicked in the door and rushed into the grass hut, with thick eyebrows and a big mouth, a somewhat ugly face, and a bow and arrow in his hand slightly raised, and the man was relieved to see the girl curled up in the corner.

"Jasmine? Are you okay? What's going on out there? How they died! ”

"Uncle?" Hearing this, Mo Li slowly raised her head, and what she saw was indeed the familiar rough face, and she couldn't help but shout with a cry: "Uncle Qiao!" ”

"It's okay, there's nothing to do, Jasmine, uncle is here."

General Qiao walked forward quickly with a longbow, wanting to comfort the frightened Jasmine. But as soon as Qiao Da walked to the side of the big bed, he heard Jasmine screaming and shouting, "Don't come here!" Uncle, don't come here! Jasmine will kill you, stay away from me! ”

Qiao Da had the longbow in his hand and glanced around a few times with vigilance, but he didn't find any enemies.

At this moment, seven or eight hunters suddenly rushed in, and these people drew their bows and arrows and aimed them at Jasmine in the corner of the bed.

"What are you going to do!" Qiao Da turned around and stopped in front of the bed, "She's just an innocent child!" ”

"Qiaoda, we must kill her." A middle-aged hunter at the head had a calm face, but spat out indifferent words, "She has already brought too many disasters to the town, we can't let her live any longer!" This scourge, which should have been solved more than a decade ago, can no longer continue to exist because of your appeasement. ”

"Brother Qiao, get out of the way, beware of her attacking you!"

"Don't be fooled by her weak appearance, she's a witch who transforms into evil spirits!"

The hunters around him used their imagination to depict the girl who was guarding behind Qiao Da as a cruel monster who eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and transforms when attacked. Jasmine covered her ears in the corner, tears staining her dress, but she bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word, covering her ears with her hands not wanting to listen to the slander of these people.

She's an ominous person who only brings disaster to the town.

I killed my aunt, my parents and family, and all the kind-hearted people who helped me. Living can only harm others, so why do you have to live.

"You guys!" Qiao Da clenched his fists, and the hunters in the house all took half a step back, obviously this group of people were afraid of Qiao Da's name. "What proof is there that she is a witch! She's the only family I have now! ”

A young hunter whispered, "Don't forget, Aunt Marceau was just killed by her!" ”

Qiao Da's eyes widened when he heard this, but his clenched fist was slowly loosening.

Jasmine, who was hiding in the corner, had a little more despair in her eyes, or maybe some self-blame, sobbing and crying, which made the faces of several hunters in the house gloomy.

Just as Qiao Da was engaged in a psychological struggle and the grass hut was at a stalemate, a gentle and old female voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Her body is invaded by an evil lonely soul, and the fault is not on her, it is the evil soul in her body that is responsible for it." ”

"Prophet! It's the Prophet coming! ”

The hunters quickly moved out of the way, and at this moment the roof suddenly sounded the noise of a parrot: "Witch! Hag! ”

The hunter inside the house couldn't hear it, but the white-robed prophet outside the house turned cold. The white-robed old woman snorted lightly, with a flick of her long sleeves, two indifferent black gases burrowed into the ground, the voice of the parrot stopped abruptly, and the bottle of green potion lying next to the hunter's corpse also exploded.

There was a loving smile on her gray-haired face, and her wrinkled face could be seen in the outstanding demeanor of her youth. The old man walked into the grass hut casually, and there was still a gentle glow around him.

On the roof, the big parrot that had just made a noise seemed to be drunk, and it was shaking on the roof and could not stand steadily.

A faint black aura swirled around its body, causing its bright feathers to gradually lose their color.

"It's going to be a dead bird! Dead birds! ”

The big parrot whined a few times, its wings were bound by black gas and could not be extended, the bird's claws suddenly couldn't grasp the grass and trees, and rolled down directly on the roof, and the black gas on its body quickly burrowed into its body.

Its corpse landed on the steps of the door, and the parrot that had been noisy with Lin Yutian for so long finally quieted down......

"Lord Prophet," said Qiao Da, stroking her chest to the kind old woman, and the other hunters in the house also lowered their weapons one after another, following Qiao Da's etiquette.

"Take her back to town, I have a way to banish the evil spirits." The old woman smiled softly, walked to the bedside, and beckoned to Jasmine, "Come here, child, I will save your sinful soul." ”

"No, don't!" Jasmine suddenly screamed, as if she had been greatly frightened.

The hunters in the house, including Qiao Da, all felt that this was from the 'evil spirit' fear of the prophet, but they respected the great god of war prophet even more in their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, it's like a good night's sleep."

The old woman's shriveled fingers were raised, and a faint yellow light imprinted into the center of Jasmine's eyebrows without a trace, and the girl who was huddled in the corner suddenly passed out.

There was a little black light hidden under the yellow light, but it was faint and inaudible.

Qiao Da on the side frowned, and the old woman also had some doubts in her eyes, and then she still maintained a kind smile, she seemed to have some scruples about Qiao Da.

Then the prophet laughed and said, "Take her back, and tonight we will go to the abandoned altar and banish the evil spirit once and for all." ”

"Altar? Isn't that just ahead? ”

"yes, and it's been overrun by evil creatures a long time ago!"

Faced with the doubts coming from behind him, the Prophet could only explain: "Evil creatures are afraid of fire, so we can bring enough torches at night." It is only in the moment when the altar is shrouded in moonlight that we can get the evil spirit to voluntarily leave her body. ”

Although this explanation was full of loopholes, the hunters around them nodded in belief and did not dare to object.

That's the charm of faith.