The confusion in her heart haunted the witch, and visions of the girl kept appearing in her mind.

"Why do you have this illusion in your head?" the witch pondered for several days in a row, sometimes staring blankly at one place, like a mentally ill person suffering from depression.

The people next to her shook their heads as they watched her every move, thinking that the power of the cold prison was more terrifying than the outside world had rumored.

The fear in my heart is like a mouse that is shouted and beaten by everyone, cowering and always worrying about exposure.

However, some people who were jealous of the warden wanted to use the fact that the witch was insane to get the warden to step down, and exposed his whipping of the witch among the people, and added fuel to the fire that this was all the result of the warden sucking up the witch's soul for his own benefit.

In order to prevent the rumors from spreading more and more, the warden came out and personally stated,

"This is the consequence of the cold prison's manipulation of the soul mind, in which, whether the soul is depleted to the extreme, or something magical happens, it is a normal phenomenon.

So please don't break the law, if anyone dares to touch it again and spread rumors privately, I'll let him go in and try it. ”

When the warden spoke, his face was serious, and the sense of majesty hidden in his eyes was like Xiao Li's flying knife, pulling everyone's courage one by one.

Although he was also afraid that this rumor would enter the ears of the god Nuwa, after all, he was a person who had gone through strong winds and waves, and the more panicked he was in his heart, the calmer he had to be on the surface, and he showed an aggressive and noisy momentum, only in this way could he achieve his goal.

The warden's words frightened everyone, and even in private, they did not dare to talk about it quietly. After all, no one wants to end up insane like a witch.

But the witch was inspired by this, and the illusion in her mind may be due to the manifestation of some kind of magic hidden in Hanlao.

Thinking of this, she smiled, the whole person no longer looked depressed because of confusion, and the look on her face was a bit like a forty-year-old woman and a twenty-year-old guy fell in love and returned to the vitality of youth.

So, as soon as the witch got off work, she hurried to the library. There are many books about cold prison spells, but most of them are about conjecture, and some are unproven.

So she has to study them carefully one by one and compare them with her own reality

One page, two pages, three pages....... Chapter by chapter, each time through hope and disappointment, the expression on the witch's face is like the ever-changing face of a theatrical performance.

Once, twice, three times, the repeated tossing of the mood is like putting a person sometimes in hot oil, sometimes in cold water, making life worse than death.

Until there was only one copy left, the witch's hand even trembled a little. She was afraid that everything was her own illusory idea, and that all hope was ridiculous disappointment.

The witch took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes, and filtered through her mind the torture and thoughts she had suffered in Hanlao at that time...

After a few minutes, when she opened her eyelids again, the look in her eyes was like an unfathomable ocean, calm but powerful.

"Even if I can't find it in the book, I can find it somewhere else, because I'm a witch who can rule the world."

The witch said secretly, her fingers curled slightly, and she even inserted her fingertips into her own soul.

With mixed feelings, the witch opened the first page of the book and found the answer she wanted to see-