Hearing this, Silvio relieved his mind slightly.

He glanced at the old witch faintly, and the hostility in his eyes dissipated for the most part.

"Let's get started."

The witch nodded, picked up the puppet carved on the table and placed it in the middle of the candle circle next to Silvio, and looked closely at the carefully carved puppet to look like a man.

Silvio watched the witch's every move in silence, regaining a new appreciation for her abilities.

Before he fell asleep, Silvio had traveled to many places and met many different people.

This naturally includes the witches.

But none of the people he saw could match the power of Nakassandra.

But this witch ......

But it was inherited for seven or eight points.

The old witch held a sharp knife and a small wooden bowl and handed it to the man, and her old voice was unmistakable.

"Filled with blood."

Hearing this, Silvio paused before raising his hand to take the tool, but under the gilded half-mask, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Fortunately, the little blood servant went out, otherwise he would have cried in distress if he was seen doing this here.

When the time comes, he will definitely be reluctant again.

He had never been able to see this little heart shed tears.

Ding's happiness is 91

The old witch took the bowl full of blood, and the scars on the man's wrists quickly returned to their original shape, and there was not a trace of abnormality on the pale and smooth skin.

She dipped her finger in a little blood and smeared it into the circle where the puppet was located, the bright red blood forming a six-pointed star around the puppet in the direction of her finger.

Finally, the witch slowly poured the remaining blood from the bowl on the puppet's body from top to bottom.

At the same time, she muttered words in Sanskrit that even Silvio could not fathom, a spell that Kassandra had passed down from generation to generation.

Miraculously, the blood did not flow down the puppet to the ground as usual, but was completely absorbed by it, and penetrated little by little along the texture of the woodcut.

And the puppet also changes according to the amount of health it absorbs.

The wood grains around the body gradually disappeared, replaced by pale and smooth skin like a blood clan, and its facial features gradually became three-dimensional and clear.

What's more, the puppet that was originally only the size of a palm gradually grew as minutes and seconds passed, and finally became a normal person-like body, even taller and taller.

When the old witch finished the last spell and opened her sharp eyes, two identical men appeared in front of her, and even she could not tell the difference.

But if you look closely, the face on the left seems to be even paler.

The witch was a little surprised, but soon relieved.

After all, he is the king of the blood clan.

Is there a heart and endurance that ordinary people can match?

Not to mention......

The little girl was still waiting outside, how could he worry her?

She sighed and handed Silvio the bowl of herbs she had prepared on the table to Silvio, "Drink it, it will feel better." ”

The man closed his eyes and recuperated, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said coldly: "No need." ”

The old witch didn't put down her hand holding the bowl, and said in a calm tone: "If you go out like this, I'm afraid Miss Night will not be at ease." ”

The man lifted his eyelashes in an instant, looked sharply at the old woman, and after a while, he still raised his hand to take it.

The strong smell of herbs suddenly came to the face, and when you smell the bitter and astringent, you know that it is difficult to swallow.

But the man who had always been arrogant and turtle-haired didn't say anything, raised his head to reveal his delicate chin, rolled down his Adam's apple, and soon drank a whole bowl of black herbs.

The face is also visibly restored a few points.