It was as if there was a lantern hanging on the tree, but it was as if there was no lantern, and these dim lights were not warm, but seemed to illuminate the end of the road to hell, and at the end of that was an old man with a rickety figure on crutches, and the light was not bright, and could not illuminate her countenance, but only pulled her shadow.

They were still in place, not moving for half a minute, and unlike just now, Green was also faint behind her.

"If you can see through my methods, it means that you have some ability, come with me." The old voice sounded again, and she turned to leave.

On the way to the feather, the light on both sides began to go out.

She lowered her eyes to look at Grimm, expertly lifting the man up and carrying it on her shoulders, dragging the rope in one hand and following the wizard.

Almost as she walked slowly, the lights behind her went out with her, and the forest seemed to be endless, with no end in sight.

Finally, ten minutes later, an exquisite bamboo house appeared, and the people who built the house were very skillful, using local materials, without any decoration, but it was enough to see the level and the fineness of the maintenance.

There was a long distance between her and the wizard, and when Yu Yu walked to the door of the bamboo house, the door was already open for her, and the candlelight flickered inside, and the room was particularly bright, and as soon as she entered the door, there was a low table made of bamboo, covered with purple and black cloth, which looked very heavy, and on it were placed crystal balls, rattles, all kinds of cards, and all kinds of strange colors that looked very poisonous small bottles, scattered things all over the table.

The area of the room is very small, and there is such a divination table outside, as if there is a room, and the whole room is very simple.

The witch was already sitting at the table, and when she saw her standing outside the door, she raised her face and beckoned warmly, "Come in." ”

There is a great contrast between that face and her voice, extremely beautiful, looking at the age of a little girl about twenty years old, but whether it is her hidden figure under the black robe or her voice, there is no doubt that she is an old woman.

It wasn't until Duck Feather gently put down Green and sat across from her that Quake was thrown at the door as soon as he entered, with half of his head still on the steps outside the door, that the witch was still looking at Duck Feather with great curiosity.

"I've never seen something so horrible in someone's heart, little girl, who are you?" If it weren't for the fact that her voice was too old, her demeanor and tone at this time were like a simple girl who didn't understand the world, and she tilted her head to look at her.

"It's just a fantasy." Yu Yu raised his eyes to meet her.

The witch was amused, "Other people's illusions are fake, but mine are real, they are born from you and destroyed because of you, just like him" She stretched out her hand and pointed to Grimm, who was fainting on the side, "There are all kinds of women in his illusions, and the costumes are quite strange, but everyone has a name." ”

She raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly, but her voice was old and hoarse, "It's all called Yuyu." ”

The word is like a little girl being coquettish, and she also picked a tail note, and the feathers stood up when she listened to it.

She didn't want to discuss the realism of the illusion, the illusion was always an illusion, otherwise the group of people who killed a thousand knives could endure howling beside her for so long without attacking her?

But...

Does the cub have a memory?

According to what the witch said, those women should be themselves, but they are themselves in a different world, so why is he dizzy?

Seeing that Yu Yu ignored her, the witch was not annoyed, but just blinked and continued to ask, "Tell me quickly, who are you?" I'm curious to die, I've lived for so long, I've never seen a person with such a thing in his heart, this is a place of depravity. Not only was she not annoyed, but her eyes were burning when she looked at the feather, as if she was adoring.

"Don't suffer Lao Tzu!"