Andy held the crystal cup in his hand, and his slender and clean fingers were shrouded in wisps of gray gas, and the breath wrapped around the crystal cup, making a slight melting sound.

Andy can use the power of witchcraft to corrupt everything he touches.

Fearing that Zach would react sensitively to this power, and Andy just wanted to melt the crystal, he suppressed the power as much as possible at a subtle point where he could normally corrode an ordinary sailor's knife in a matter of seconds.

It's a curse, because it can be cast on an outsider, so that whatever it touches, it will be corrupted, he won't be able to eat himself, he won't be able to touch anything with his hands, he won't be able to hold a scimitar or a musket, he won't be able to touch rum or a woman... It's scary to think about.

A terrible curse.

Andy has always believed that wizards are people who seek power and knowledge, not those who fiddle with corpses, undead and curses, so after studying it for a long time, he changed this curse a little and turned it into one of his abilities.

Andy believes that this ability, when in battle, can surprise his enemies.

Melting the crystal cup perfectly is a technical job, after all, too much force will cause the crystal cup to be corroded clean, Andy can't wait, he can only watch the crystal cup change shape in his hand little by little.

It wasn't until the evening that the crystal cup turned into a spherical shape under Andy's control.

Ordinary crystal balls have no magic power, Andy bit his fingertips, dripped a drop of blood, and muttered a spell, the blood spread out in the ball, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The crystal ball emitted a faint glow, and it became clear, as if it was empty

A magical crystal ball that cannot be used for divination or spellcasting, but can be used to load souls.

Andy took out the black glass ball from his bosom and placed it on the crystal ball, and to his surprise, the glass ball was not hindered in any way and fell into the inside of the crystal ball.

The candle flame on the small wooden table flickered slightly, and the wooden room became dark.

"Souls wandering in the world,

will be far away from the original shell,

Returning with the fear of death,

Be a part of the dark forces,

I will give you the right to be born again,

In order to... The name of voodoo!"

Andy had no sadness or joy on his face, holding the crystal ball in both hands, muttering and muttering, and saw the black glass beads in the crystal ball slowly changing shape like ink, rippling,

Like a newborn baby in pitch black, the wisps of black ink changed little by little, until finally, it had become the same as a headhunter witch.

Slender legs, slender waist, straight...

Get out of a miniature version of the headhunter shaman!

Andy breathed a sigh of relief when the glass ball completely turned into a witch's appearance, and after a while, his face was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Knock knock!"

Just as Andy was about to continue doing something, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Roger's rough voice.

"Andy, don't sleep, it's time to eat! Hurry up, those damn guys won't wait for you when they see the food like a mad dog!"

"It's coming!"

Andy replied, slipped the crystal ball under the small wooden board where he slept, wiped the sweat from his face, and opened the door.

"Hey, you don't look great, are you sick?"

Seeing that Andy was a little weak, Roger grabbed him by the shoulder.

"No, it could be an adverse reaction after the morning killing. ”

Andy shrugged his shoulders and walked briskly, he was indeed a little hungry.

After having dinner with Roger, Andy didn't stay on the deck to watch the stars every day, after all, there were still things waiting for him in his cabin, and despite feeling unwell, Andy went back to his cabin under Roger's concerned gaze.

After all this time, that soul... It should have woken up.

Andy took out the crystal ball, and as he expected, the witch's soul was sitting inside, not knowing what to say.

Andy could see inside the crystal ball, but the witch couldn't see outside, and in her perception, there was endless darkness all around.

"What's your name?"

......

The witch was trying to get in touch with her god through a spell, but to her despair, it seemed as if her god had given up on her.

She remembered what seemed to be at the sacrifice......

He's an evil heretic!

He has the evil aura of the rest of the gods in his body, and his strength is much stronger than himself! He snatched the soul he had dedicated to the gods!

Could it be that because of this, because she failed, the gods gave up on her?

The witch looked at the darkness around her, and she tried to take a few steps before stopping, for she knew that she was just standing still, her senses were blocked, but her heart was becoming more and more pure.

"Am I imprisoned by the gods? just as he imprisoned those souls... Is it a judgment that awaits me?"

The witch sat upright, trying to break the darkness in front of her and return to her god, who she didn't believe would do to her.

She wanted to ask.

"What's your name?"

The witch opened her eyes suddenly, and a voice came from her ears, but she couldn't understand it, and she didn't know what the voice was saying.

Andy felt the witch's movement, looking at her dazed appearance, Andy scratched his head, seemingly... He doesn't know the language of headhunters.

There may be alchemists who can concoct a language potion, but obviously, this is not Andy's research direction.

As for soul-level communication... Andy hasn't reached that height yet.

Extracting the soul of a dead person into materialization is already his current limit. The rest are just some low-level curses, and the deeper things Andy hasn't mastered yet.

"Ahala, huh porchiruru?"

The witch said suddenly, Andy was in control of the crystal ball, so he could hear what she was saying.

"Pialla Babuchi Rulu?"

Andy nodded thoughtfully, it turned out that this witch was called Lulu......