Bang bang bang ...

The deer on Lin Sheng's chest slammed wildly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His legs didn't obey for a while, as if they were stuck in the mud, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move at all.

At this time, he was only half a meter away from the man.

But the man paid no attention to himself, not even his head was raised, and he treated it as if it were a beautiful work of art, showing the terrible patience of a medieval sculptor.

Scraping, cutting, pasting, picking, chiseling, picking, picking, not stopping for a moment.

This cheerful laborer, with his pretty little head in the medieval mud, is at his mercy.

Every powerful chisel, accompanied by a man's muffled snort full of evil energy, will make a sound of flesh and blood splashing, which is extremely bloody.

This was probably the most terrifying nightmare Lin Sheng had ever had, and it stands to reason that he should have woken up at this time.

Seeing his head in the medieval mud, like a deflated ball, this is clearly a kind of out-of-body traveler mode.

In the middle of the night, the man seemed to have finished his work, patting the mud on his hands, revealing a row of sharp and gloomy teeth, and laughing to himself. Without any extra movements, he kicked the bloodied head away.

In his hand, there was something as thin as a cicada's wing, bloody--it was Lin Sheng's face.

There was no hesitation.

The man's face was silent, his eyes were slightly closed, and his shriveled lips and teeth squirmed a few times.

Spit out a strange spell: "Tolinefia."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the rugged and skinny body tremble slightly, and a blood-red spell slowly gathered from the dirt under his feet, like a wind screen on the ground. The blood mist around his body was churning, accompanied by a terrible ghost howl, which was endless.

Immediately after the man freed his hands, his five fingers were interlocked, his middle fingers were locked, in the shape of an inverted cross, and after a red light, in the blue sky, a big black bird flew down, landed on the man's shoulder, and pecked lightly.

In an instant, two clusters of green fire lit up on the man's shoulders.

With the green flames suddenly jumping, the man's body actually rose into the air, and his robe bulged and windy, like a ghost ghost, slowly floating towards the round tower.

After a while, he walked to the middle of the round tower, and as if he was tired, he let out a long breath, and a thick puff of black smoke came out of his nose and mouth. The movement obviously stalled, and he turned around and glanced coldly in Lin Sheng's direction.

There was a strange noise in his mouth.

"Hiss......"

Then he turned around and respectfully embedded the bloody face in the round tower, as if it were natural.

Although Lin Sheng was shocked in his heart, he was still conscious, and he didn't care too much about the round tower, but when he looked at it this time, he saw that the wall of the round tower was actually embedded with all kinds of human faces, dazzling and dizzying.

The eyes of each human face were staring straight at themselves, their eyes showing a fierce light, baring their teeth, and constantly making a terrible grin on the round tower.

An unprecedented fear struck Lin Sheng's heart like a big pendulum clock.

If you say it, you may not believe it, but it is actually the hand that is the first to move in fear.

After a shudder, Lin Sheng's blood began to surge to his head, and with a burst of dizziness, a feeling of vomiting swept through his body.

"Poof......

Lin Sheng completely collapsed, and actually leaned down to vomit heavily, and the cold sweat on his back also stained his coat soaked.

And the medieval man didn't know when he appeared behind him, his face expressionless.

“welcome，Cat.” (Welcome home, cat.) The man's hoarse throat seemed to hide a sharp razor, and there was no emotion in his voice, and it was old and creepy.

The abrupt guttural voice was like an old rubber shoe stepping into a puddle of water.

It's just that Lin Sheng no longer has the slightest strength, and he doesn't have the courage to turn around and look at the man's face. The strange illness he suffered from before is only a drop in the bucket compared to everything he has witnessed today.

Before Lin Sheng could speak, the man laughed dryly and continued to himself:

"My cat, you're finally back. ”

It's just that the man's voice suddenly changed again, and it became the voice of a soft and close woman, which was the voice of Lin Shengsheng's mother, and the tone and tone were exactly the same.

"I've been waiting for almost ten centuries, the witch hunts that began in the twelfth century until now, black and white witchcraft has always been intriguing, but everything is going to start again......"

Ho ho, the man's laughter was as sharp as that of a crow, hovering over the entire round tower!

"I'm going to make everyone taste the pain I've endured!Kate, now that your magic power has been revived! Our fate shouldn't have come to such an abrupt end, the pre-animistic age without words is over.

The seals of the cultists have expired, go find your companions, you can take this "Witch's Hammer", this is a forbidden book of the Holy Roman Empire, a forbidden book to distinguish witchcraft from wizards.

It is a holy book written by the self-proclaimed saints to hunt witches, and now it has become a tool for the revival of our witchcraft, hahahaha, the witch god helps me the witch demon society!"

Lin Sheng's mind was shaking, and he just covered his ears fiercely, telling himself that this was just an absurd dream.

However, the voice still drilled into the ear hole, and the words were clear.

When Wei Linsheng heard his mother's voice, he felt extremely kind, the voice as warm as jade, and the soft memories poured into his blood.

The mother's gentle voice and smile seemed to appear in front of her again, and her heart was touched for a while, and she burst into tears for a while.

When this tear fell into his hand, it turned into an infinite white.

Bai swallowed up the entire dark realm, white as Zhu Xi, white as a white horse.

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Whirring, a cold wind.

Lin Sheng woke up, and he actually fell asleep on the rooftop, and the scorching sun was exposed to his body. Lying next to him was a copy of "The Witch's Mallet", and on his right hand there was a string of obsidian, crystal clear.

Ahh

I was sick and sick, and after experiencing many strange things this time, my mentality had already collapsed, and it was just a burst of self-deprecation.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain rushed from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

"Uh-huh......"

Click, click, cloudy black liquid fell from his cheeks.

The vision began to blur, Lin Sheng finally realized that something was wrong, and staggered home.

In front of the mirror, Zi's face turned into a puddle of thick liquid like thick ink, flowing down.

There was silence for a while. It's like paramecium cells that keep dividing and showing amazing vitality.

Tree worms grow "suddenly" from their eye sockets.

The wild plants that grew wildly, hulahula, intertwined, and finally reorganized into a face—a strange tuberculosis face: high cheekbones, thin cheeks, this jaw is harsher than Liu Zichen, eyes are more melancholy than Tony Leung, and a mouthful of rather sharp teeth, sharp and sharp.

The lips turned out, and it was extremely hideous.

The most terrifying thing is that his good ears disappeared and turned into a pair of fluffy cat ears.

All kinds of strange things came to him, and Lin Sheng was already so frightened that he sat down on the floor, trying his best to move his body back, with a look of "I must have masturbated too much myself...... Dazzling...... The baby doesn't believe it...... The baby doesn't believe it...... Liu Zichen quickly retreated and ......".

It's just that the pain doesn't decrease but increases.

Cracking sound.

It felt like it was hollowed out, and the ribcage felt like it was about to be chiseled through by a chisel, and all the organs were crammed together and clanged.

The bones around the body are intertwined, twisted and curled up like twisted flowers.

The body took on a terrifying twisted arc, like a full bow, tight and straight, terrifying.

Lin Sheng was exhausted and sat down on the ground, unable to make even a moan.

I just felt that the skin behind me was itchy and unbearable, as if I had been bitten by some poisonous insect, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, and found that it was a white cartilage, three feet long, which was drilled out of my jiribe.

"Mommy......"

I'm the protagonist, how can I catch a horse with this face?

Anyway, I'm not a Muggle myself, and I know some odd second methods.

At that moment, he held his breath and concentrated, tied up a steady horse step, and suddenly made a long-lost mastery, Master Tang, Master Hua'an's "Return Me Drifting Fist", and slammed it on his face.

"Wow......"

Unexpectedly, except for a little swollen face, the cat's face remained unchanged.

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"Strange Sick Wizard" knowledge popularization:

(1) The Witch's Maleficarum (Latin: Malleus Maleficarum[1], German: Hexenhammer) is a book on the treaty of witches written in 1486 by Heinrich Kraemer, a Catholic monk and inquisitor, and Johann Sprenger, and was first published in 1487. At that time, almost everyone had one copy. Many ways to identify witches were enumerated, and the "European Witch Trial" was launched.

In the name of witch hunting, about 100,000 people, the vast majority of whom were women, were executed in three centuries, especially in Europe during the Reformation.