He laughed, but there was no sound, it was very strange, he leaked white teeth, and above the corners of his mouth, he slowly grew a white beard, long, hard.

His eyes looked at Vincent in a daze, his hands that had nowhere to put suddenly lifted forward, his ten fingers suddenly opened, and his body bent forward slightly, as if he was preparing to hunt.

This scene frightened Vincent, who did not believe that Ian was really Sibylla, and that Sibylla was able to speak and be very intelligent.

The freak in front of him made Vincent shudder, his beard had grown, and the contrast between his white beard and Ian's complexion was extremely comical.

"Is it really you? Sibylla. Vincent subconsciously took a small step back, his heel against the wall under the window and said, "You're a talking cat." ”

"Vincent, I really don't want to hurt you." His voice changed, a bit like a man's voice, a bit like a woman's.

"Don't pretend, Sibylla, I guessed your purpose." Vincent said, staring at Sibylla.

Sibylla asked, "Oh? Is it? ”

"You should be the real murderer, you're not Paulina's pet." Vincent said indifferently: "From the moment you suddenly appeared beside us, I began to doubt you, although I can't fight you, but I can try." ”

At this time, Vincent's heart was at a loss, and the exorcism method given to him by Father Cavendish had not yet been learned, so he could only deter it through Cavendis's stern tone.

Sibylla stepped back timidly and said, "Your tone reminds me of Father Cavendis. ”

"Sibylla, are you scared?" Vincent scoffed at Sibylla's fearful expression.

"Are you holding something from Father Cavendish in your hand?" Sibylla said, pointing to the amulet in Vincent's hand.

Vincent knew what he was holding in his hand, and he had turned the page that Father Cavendish had marked, but the method he used was extremely cumbersome.

Vincent glanced curiously at the strange pendant in his hand and said, "Of course, since you recognize it, it's best not to act rashly. ”

In fact, during the day, when Mill heard that Martin and Vincent were going to Paulina's house to find out, and feared that they would be in great danger, Mill had deliberately dropped the strange ornament on the sofa.

So that Vincent could see this strange thing, and just in curiosity, Mill thought that Vincent would have it in his hand, and even if Vincent didn't recognize it, Martin would have recognized it.

At this moment Martin woke up, and he felt a sense of exhaustion in his body that he had never felt before, as if something was pricking his nerves, and his head was aching and even drowsy.

Martin rubbed his eyes in confusion and said, "Vincent, where am I?" ”

Martin sat up and looked at the guy opposite, and was suddenly shocked that Ian had a white beard on his cheeks, and Martin felt that Ian's appearance was really funny.

But Martin looked into Ian's eyes and said, "Friend, this doesn't look like you at all. ”

"Damn! You're finally awake. Vincent, fearing that Martin would come up to Sibylla, exclaimed, "It's not our friend, Martin, it's Sibylla." ”

"What?" Martin said incredulously.

Martin exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's incredible. ”

"Come here! Martin, it's dangerous! Vincent yelled at Martin.

"Vincent, you let me be quiet for a while, I have a headache." Martin was just about to stand up when countless neurons challenged his brain, and Martin collapsed on the couch once more.

Vincent yelled at Sibylla, "Bastard! What exactly did you do to him? ”

Sibylla spread her hands to show her innocence, and said, "Vincent, I didn't do anything." ”

"Manifest yourself as you are, Sibylla." Vincent had to get it back to its original form, and he felt a little sick to see it using Ian's body, still naked.

"Why?" Sibylla asked.

"For no reason, I still like you the way you are." Vincent began to reassure it, saying, "Obedient, Sibylla, I need to domesticate you. ”

"You're an evil cat now." Vincent continued.

Sibylla was disappointed: "Okay. ”

"Wait a minute, I want to know who your master is?" Vincent wanted to know if he could actually listen to it tell the truth before it turned back.

Sibylla's head stiffened and shook her head, "I can't tell you, or I'll fall out of favor." ”

"No, you won't," Vincent didn't want to come in vain, "Listen, Sibylla, I can be your new master, and play as happily as I did last night." ”

Sibylla agreed to Vincent, and he asked Vincent to be his second master, as the first owner had never been happy to play with him.

"Carly, you can tell him who I am."

In an instant, a voice rang out in the room, and Vincent only heard the voice of a magnetic woman, her voice as if it had given some kind of magic.

"Who are you?" Vincent's eyes scanned any corner of the house, and he didn't see where the woman was.

"I'm the true owner of Carly."

Vincent really saw it this time, and she stood silently behind Sibylla, the woman with a hat in the same hue as the dark zone, her strange costume obscured by Ian's tall frame.

Vincent remembered who the woman was, and that it was the witch who had suddenly disappeared on the hillside of the park on his way to visit Father Cavendish that day with Mill on their way to visit Father Cavendish that day.

"What is she doing here?" Vincent muttered to himself.

Vincent couldn't understand why Mill was so frightened to see the infidel, and he thought that Mir must have experienced something before he came to New Orleans.

Vincent pointed at Sibylla, and his words asked the witch behind Sibylla, "Carly?" Is that your name? ”

"Of course." The witch replied dryly.

"It's a rare name." Vincent scoffed, "Miss Ruili will come up with a name, what a beautiful name Sibylla is." ”

The witch pumped her palms behind Sibylla, and after a while, Sibylla changed back into the form of a cat, and the witch took it in her arms.

The witch stroked Sibylla's long, soft hair and said, "Carly, you are so talkative, and you will stay in that house forever this time." ”

Vincent faintly saw Sibylla's pitiful eyes, its tail hair standing on end, most likely sensing the witch's evil degree.

"Let it go!" Vincent shouted.

The witch's hat moved slightly upward, and she said contemptuously, "Are you taking pity on it?" ”

"Stop!"

A deep voice rang out in the house, and Vincent could hear it as Father Cavendish's.

"Is that you? Running out again and meddling, haven't you gone to see God? The witch said disdainfully.