The delicate woman kicked and smashed the tavern wall with a furious face, and she turned around angrily, but after the slightest wind passed, she froze in place, and a clear line of blood appeared on her white neck, and the headless witch who had created hell on earth collapsed to the ground.

Hey, what's going on.

The round head rolled on the ground, and the witch rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, and her dazed face erupted with fanatical joy at the sight of another torn dress.

"Witch!"

"Witch!"

Uncontrollable black souls broke free from the long skirt, and after devouring the witch's body with tears in their eyes, they silently screamed and rushed towards the rolling head.

"Ahhhh Witch! ”

Her eyes were eaten in the screams, her swaying head sticking out of her non-existent arms, and her screams were swallowed by the vengeful black souls.

"Witch! Witch! Help...... ”

She hissed exhausted.

Help me.

Red tears of remorse flowed from the bones, and crazy black souls fell to their knees, offering their loyalty and endless gratitude to the supreme being, their bodies trembling and dissipating.

"I'm not called a witch." The canary raised her own long, faint eyebrows.

The black soul was scorched in the sun, poked with needles, scorched, and then, with gratitude in his eyes, disappeared in the light.

Mo Zishu stared at the white bones belonging to the witch in the alley, leaned down, and kissed the smooth skull like a lover, and in the next second, a silver flame rose up, and the strange witch was given another form of life by the flames.

The white bones that burned with flames were lifted in ignorance, and were given a new name by the master who created themselves.

"You're called, witch."

"Quack."

The upper and lower jaws of the white bones collided sharply.

The white bones stumbled, and their hands and feet twisted to follow the black god, crawling on the ground with strange screams, like a demon peeping on life in the night, and crawling around contentedly, leaving scorched marks.

Mo Zishu sat in the courtyard of another manor, her hands were drooping old and drooping foxes, the fiery red fur from the ancestors had turned pale and dry, and the flowers on the other side were already moving under the fox's skin, a life that was about to return to reincarnation.

Everything around is medieval and even religiously mystical and sacred, with winged angels on pillars gently holding harps in their arms, pure maidens leaning their flasks in their hands, sparkling springs everywhere, and cobblestone paths carved with people's prayers and happiness.

The white bones in the shadows clinged to the pillars of the manor, and the posture more seductive than the snake demon was jealous rage, and it scratched at the hard pillars in anger and anxiety, and in the eyeless bones was the greed for the fox's flesh and blood.

The canary sat on the rattan chair swimming slowly, the giant cockroach-like body was full of red flowers, the green leaves tangled under the flowers and fruits were distinct, and the frightened expression was forever frozen on the leaves of the magic vine after they were swallowed before their deaths.

Not far away was a black wolf sitting calmly on the ground, its thick neck was a necklace made of strangely shaped skulls, its golden pupils flashed with a hungry look, and the long black tail that kept shaking leaked the inner thoughts of the wolf demon larger than the giant grinding disc.