Crane felt that the witch in front of him seemed to have seen it somewhere, but now was not the time to think about it.

While refraining from being seduced, he cautiously chatted with the woman, hoping to get more information about the misty town.

Unexpectedly, the witch seemed to be extraordinarily cooperative, not only revealing the dangers she was aware of, but also reminding him of key precautions, as if she was genuinely sharing information with those who came after her and seeking ways to get out of trouble.

That's not right...... How could there be such a kind and generous witch?

Crane moved his left hand, reached into his pocket with his right hand and pinched the spell, and softly spat out the activating spell.

Over there, Crane was distracted and heard Panatia continue, "I've been badly hurt by this. ”

Señor's eyes subconsciously looked at the wound on the woman's fair skin under the collarbone.

Crane's mind was torn apart, and a sharp murmur echoed in his mind.

That's reasonable! I just said that witches can't be kind!

It wasn't too difficult for Crane to control his brain, which seemed to have exploded, and he was the one who had gone through the singing of the two hanged men and did not hang himself.

With a snap of his fingers, Crane leaped out of the gray mill where he was hiding, and ran wildly into the distance, already feeling the silk threads stretching from the other side.

"Hehe, don't you run?"

Pure white robes and jet-black hair fluttered in the mist, and Panatia's unbridled morbid laughter was cathartic.

"I really just need a little bit a day."

Crane detonates the flour mill and ignites everything in its path that can stand in the way of the witch, and the dead town suddenly boils over.

"As long as you are obedient, I can guarantee that you will live a long time." Panatia's voice became soft and melodious again.

Señor stopped him, and Panatia did not hesitate to let her long black hair grow wildly, enveloping Señor.

Creon frantically fled forward without looking back, but he soon felt that he had lost contact with his mate.

"It's very powerful, and it has sealed my plague."

Panatia's sweet smile instantly went crazy again.

"But so what! I'm going to eat your fingers later, they must have a delicate and firm texture, and you can just grill them with your own flame......"

It was too late to feel sorry for the couple, and he couldn't care to be glad that he wasn't sick, and Crane's thoughts were faster than his feet.

If I can't go on like this, I won't be able to escape the demigod witch, and even if the flames jump faster than she moves, my spirituality must be exhausted before her.

Come to think of it, you have to shift the danger, aren't there any other demigods here? Come out quickly, don't hide, there's a witch!

There are no people, so is there any terrain? This is not a bug that can't be beaten at all.

If I am eaten by a witch, will I be able to resurrect myself? Resurrected in place or resurrected outside? Will there be Panatia while eating, and my corpse while recovering...... Panatia is going crazy with fun...... No, no, she's half-crazy...... Then even if I could be resurrected, I would be crazy.

Sick and crazy laughter was like maggots attached to the bones, and despair came out little by little.

Suddenly, the crimson suddenly brightened.

Panatia's laughter came to an abrupt end, and without hesitation she gave up her prey, and reluctantly turned, rushing into the nearest house, without the slightest sign of being half-mad and losing her mind.

Crane stopped, and entered a house with the same speed.

It took a short time to heal the previous injury, and he also remembered that Panatia was the witch who appeared when Mr. A held the divine descent ceremony, and it turned out that she was also sent in at that time, but he remembered that the lamp god said that the prince's butler was also given a seat by the West Lake, and it turned out to be here...... Forget it, I'm not in the mood to complain about the lamp god.

This is really a foreign country...... I don't know if these two have merged with Panatia and turned into her flesh and blood......

Crane quietly observed the sudden noise of the town through the window, the people and the food in the room were all lifelike, definitely not living corpses, not like they were affected by the power of the night or the Grim Reaper's realm.

After a moment of thought, Crane opened up the Spirit's Thread Vision.

Suddenly the eyes were occupied by a dense network of illusory black lines, which emerged from the people walking on the street, from the fresh food, and converged in the same direction.

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The Misty Town is a town made up of secret puppets!

Leaning close to the window, Crane could vaguely see that the end of the convergence was in the middle of the town, the old dark church, the place that Panatia mentioned was a place of great danger.

I have to go there and check it out, or I'll be caught and eaten sooner or later when the fog covers the night sky again.

Crane took out the gold coin and did a few divination in a row, and got a hint that he should wait until the red moon was dark before exploring the church.

He made the glove of his left hand transparent, and continued to pierce the wall in the direction of the church, and finally stopped at the last room of this row of houses, which was only a few dozen meters away from the wall of the church, and the two flame jumps were enough for him to enter the church, and Panatia definitely didn't have time to stop it.

Crane stood quietly by the window, watching the pedestrians come and go outside the window, waiting for the clear time of the red moon to end.

Suddenly, his premonition of danger was touched, and a shadow suddenly came to life in his mind.

Is there danger in the room too?

Is this the punishment I get for not doing a divination every time I cross the wall?

The sneak attack missed, and Mr. A emerged from the shadows, shrouded in a hood turned into shadows, and lost the momentum of the last time they met, wearing a red robe, standing in the wind.

The witch barely survives by frugality, and the Bishop of Rose struggles to survive by storing a lot of money?

No wonder Mr. A looks a lot thinner......

Mr. A recklessly unleashed his abilities and condensed the flame spear. Crane was startled and realized that Mr. A was much mader than Panatia and seemed to have completely lost his mind.

That's right, Panatia can also hunt other people for food, but he can only hide from Pannadia and eat himself, Mr. A is hungry and crazy.

By the way, I have a little edible sanity...... Well, no, it's the truth.

Crane took out a beef-flavored dried mushroom and threw it over, Mr. A paused as he held the illusory book and condensed the flame spear, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to catch the mushroom, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking, squeaking and chewing, reminding Crane of the sound of Panatia biting Señor's fingers into pieces.

Mr. A's attack slowed down for a second, and his brain seemed to be finally ready to turn on, he raised his face and stared at Crane with burning eyes, but instinctively, he still projected a blazing white spear.

Crane easily replaced himself with a paper figure and turned to ashes, and at the same time left a mushroom lonely.

Mr. A's next attack was paused and he chose to eat the mushroom first.

Crane quickly extinguished the flames, distracting the danger outside the house, and threw the last mushroom over.

Mr. A finally turned on the machine, and he used the little memory he had left, ran the analysis module for a while, made a judgment on the enemy's combat effectiveness and the current situation, and then put away the illusory book.

He retreats into the shadows, in a state where he can manipulate shadow attacks or leave with shadows at any moment.

Crane retreated to the other corner, his left hand behind him, holding on to the wall, making sure he could open the door and go out at any time.

The two looked at each other silently...... The atmosphere did not become awkward......

After a moment of silence, Crane spoke first, "Did you find a clue to leave?" ”

Mr. A was speechless.

After a two-second silence, Crane said tentatively, "I heard that a few months ago, the true creator sent down a strange oracle. ”

"No...... No way! I didn't hear ......"

The shadow suddenly shook like a wave of water, and Mr. A's hoarse voice immediately rang out, full of pain and unwillingness.