It was sunny outside, but standing in the corridor on the fourth floor of the sanatorium, Fiona couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

As far as the eye can see, the light is dim, the narrow corridor is full of dust, the corners are covered with cobwebs, the surrounding environment is cold, and all kinds of trivial sounds fill the ears, as if countless ghosts are murmuring in the dark corners

On both sides of the promenade are broken wooden doors, opening and closing, and the concrete floor under your feet is full of gray-black dirt marks, and the dust footprints of different shades on them represent the countless explorers who came to the United States to hear about it.

"It's good that I don't know how I died." Looking at the footprints, Fiona sneered.

If it weren't for someone with her, she, the super witch, wouldn't have dared to set foot here, because this abandoned place called Waverley Sanatorium was filled with thousands, if not tens of thousands!

It can even be said that this is one of the most haunted places in the United States.

Originally a tuberculosis hospital, it has since become a nursing home known for elder abuse, with countless deaths and unbelievable grievances, so many souls hovered here for a long time, refusing to leave.

……

Tightening the lady's suit on her body, Fiona couldn't help but light a cigarette for herself. Guarding the surrounding corridors, she wondered what Charles was doing behind the closed wooden door in the depths of the corridor.

Behind that door was a hall.

An empty and dead hall with nothing but discarded newspapers.

"What necromancy are you going to use the souls of the dead here to cast?"

Fiona guessed.

What happened next confirmed her suspicions.

There was a strange sound behind the eerie wooden door!

Eerie, trivial, and intermittent.

At first glance, Fiona even mistook it for a ghost muttering nervously, but upon closer listening, she suddenly realized that it was a spell sound.

A kind of necromancer's spell!

Although she is a natural witch, this does not mean that Fiona can only use the methods of witches, and she can actually use all kinds of magic-related spells and spells.

So as soon as she noticed this, she began to listen carefully with her ears pricked up. Even because she couldn't hear clearly, she couldn't wait to take a few steps closer to the door and put her ear to it.

Unfortunately, before she could hear any rules, the surrounding environment suddenly became gloomy.

The already dim light suddenly darkened, the breath exhaled inexplicably turned pale, and the sound of the trivial rats flying in the wall passage around them became more obvious.

All of this proved something, and she hurried back, away from the wooden door.

A few seconds after she left, a translucent old man in a patient gown walked out of the wall on the side of the door, turned his head to look at Fiona not far away, ignored it, and went straight through the wall into the door.

If this is the case alone, it is not too terrifying, but it is followed by a large number of dead souls!

After the old man, translucent figures continued to emerge from the walls on both sides of the gloomy corridor, and on the other side of the corridor behind her, a group of ghosts dressed in patient costumes gradually walked out.

The ground beneath his feet, and even the crumbling walls covered in cobwebs overhead, countless pale faces emerged.

Front and back, left and right, up and down, as far as the eye can see, the corridor that was calm just now is all occupied by the dead!

They seemed to be very interested in the only creature here, and each "person" couldn't help but glance at Fiona after appearing, and the countless pairs of cold eyes attacked, making the witch feel the urge to teleport and flee immediately.

Single, two, three, or even a group weren't a nuisance for the superwitch, but right now it's clear that all the wraiths in the sanatorium are rushing here!

With nearly 10,000 resentful spirits, it's terrifying to think about.

Fortunately, the spirits were just watching, not acting, and kept going down the corridor towards the wooden door.

There were a lot of them, and I saw a group of translucent spirits passing through the wall, and another group followed closely behind, as if they were queuing up.

Fiona, who was hiding in the corner, watched all this, and became more and more in awe of the young man behind the door.

But at the same time, she is more urgent about her goals.

"He's at least a thousand years old. If I had that much time...... Soon, soon, if it goes well......"

Obviously, he didn't think that Charles's appearance was his real age.

……

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it was, and the last wraith disappeared through the wooden door.

After waiting for a minute or two, the "young man" pushed the door open.

From the outside, this one was no different from before, but looking through the open wooden door behind him, there was no trace of any ghosts in the hall.

"Eaten? Or ......"

All kinds of bad speculations flashed in my heart, and I heard the words from the other party in my ears.

"Have you found a good place?"

"An abandoned hospital room." Hearing this, Fiona said without thinking: "It's not far from here, there are no windows, no gaps. ”

As she spoke, she eagerly led Charles to the room she had already decided. , in fact, only a few steps away.

Empty, silent, gloomy, even damp.

The 407 ward had been cleaned of all the furnishings and rubbish by the witches, and now it was empty, except for the concrete walls and floor, except for the dilapidated wardrobe standing in the corner, which was reserved for Charles to hide.

Fiona's original plan was to create the Land of the Dead, and then the Great Living Charr would leave the place for a while and wait until she summoned the "Super Witch" before entering it.

Because as long as there are living creatures around, what is inside her will certainly not be able to officially appear.

However, Charles wasn't going to bother with it, as he had the ability to fake animation.

So Fiona brought a wardrobe on purpose.

……

Glancing at the room, Charles stepped inside, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt under the witch's inquisitive gaze, and then half-crouched in the middle of the room, his palms touching the ground.

Looking at it intently, I don't know when, this arm and its arm have been covered with special and strange black characters, dense, but quite orderly.

The subtle sound of the incantation came out of the young man's mouth, and along with the sound of the incantation, his right arm, which was covered with words, gradually changed color.

From the original white, to dark yellow, to gray black, to complete black.

Black as ink, quite deep.

Under the sound of the strange incantation, this unique black color gradually spread out from his palm, on the surface of the ground around his hand, around his entire person.

The black area of the concrete floor spreads over Fiona's high-heeled legs, over the wardrobe, and finally to the edge of the ward, down the base of the wall, and onto the walls in all directions!

As this extreme blackness took over the entire line of sight, a distinctive, rotting smell of the human body wafted into the nose, and at the same time, the coldness of the closed room became more obvious.

Fiona was slightly excited to feel the change in the environment, but Charles, the spellcaster, was quite calm.

As soon as the hand lifted off the ground, the strange black color on the arm quietly disappeared, and finally returned to its original color.

Standing up and nodding to the witch, he stepped into the closet and closed the door.

So Fiona felt that the other party's originally vigorous life stance began to gradually dissipate, and finally disappeared completely.

"It's my turn."

She took a deep breath, then stood in the middle of the dark-covered room, her eyes closed.

I didn't see her casting a spell, and she didn't do anything else, but it wasn't long before a rumbling sound suddenly rang out from the floor of the hospital room.

At the same time, along with this strong tremor, a large number of blazing flames bloomed in all directions of the room, and under the continuous "bombardment", the witch's body surface gradually changed strangely.

Strange red scales began to grow all over her body!