What's going on?

Zhang Xiaolin leaned against the wall and quietly peeked inside.

The composition of the town's inhabitants is very complex, with people of all colors.

The clothes worn also have distinctive characteristics of the times, from the early Middle Ages to the Renaissance, in the last hundred years.

From wizarding robes to Muggle suits, sackcloth, casual wear, and more.

It reminded her of the time when she first led to the whirlpool, and saw sailboats on the vortex wall that seemed to be from another time period.

At this time, the townspeople in the church, as if she were from hundreds of years ago, wore a corset, her blouse was embroidered with delicate patterns and tufts, and the design of the skirt was quite intricate, with a multi-layered skirt and pleated design.

Her gaze and behavior were glazed, her whole person was numb like a delicate doll, blood dripping into the jar, and there was no muscle change caused by the pain.

This is very abnormal - no matter how much a person can endure the pain, the body will not deceive, you may not make a sound, but the muscles will unconsciously twitch and contract, this is a biological instinct, in order to heal the injury and stop the blood from flowing.

Zhang Xiaolin frowned.

Is this town finally going to show its weird side?

She didn't rush to startle the snake, but slowly stepped aside, leaned her back against the wall, and the folding fan in her hand gently tapped herself, and suddenly her figure seemed to have been erased with an eraser, becoming illusory and transparent.

Although, when the fingers touch the wall, the whole person seems to melt and seep into it.

Hiding in the wall, she looked coldly.

About two minutes later, the back door of the church was opened, and the amiable Mr. Bishop calmly walked in.

Without saying a word, he bent down to pick up the jar on the ground, then turned straight and walked out the back door.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaolin immediately followed.

Leaving the church, she found that the head of the bishop was the mountain behind the town.

Is there really any secret in the mountains?

I investigated for several hours, but I didn't find anything abnormal.

She even resorted to some special means, but nothing came of it.

Forget it - she shook her head.

Anyway, the secret is about to be revealed.

With her mind in mind, Zhang Xiaolin's steps suddenly accelerated.

Muggles weren't supposed to be walking fast, but Mr. Bishop, who seemed to be a race walker, walked so fast that Miss Zhang had to trot to keep up.

They ran all the way out of the town, and then looked at the mountains and clouds from a distance, Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help worrying, this person didn't want to walk to the top of the mountain.

That's exhausting to death.

Fortunately, Zhang's fears did not come true.

After about a few dozen minutes, they came to a small hill.

The terrain at the foot of the mountain is very undulating, and it is normal to have such 'bulges' everywhere.

Mr. Bishop suddenly stopped, and then, as if sensing something, he looked back sharply.

Miss Zhang was taken aback.

The blue fluorescence from the surrounding willows shone on his face, a pale face with cloudy eyes.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was stunned for a moment, subconsciously clenched the folding fan in her hand. An eerie fear came over her face, but she was so confident in her Illusion Charm that she didn't think that Mr. Bishop could see anything at all.

Sure enough, the cloudy eyes glanced at him unfocused, and after a pause of about ten seconds, he turned around, and then immediately knelt down, put the jar aside, and then spread his arms, muttering some kind of prayer in his mouth

In the next second, the earth seemed to breathe, and the ground became some kind of swamp, and everything became soft, enveloping the little hill, like a girl's belly, rising and falling. It wasn't an earthquake, there were no disasters.

"This-" Miss Zhang looked at everything in front of her in confusion, there was indeed a spell to soften the land in the spell, and even a magic to turn the land into a swamp, but the bishop-he obviously didn't cast any spells or magic, he really just knelt there and chanted a few prayers, why did he trigger such a huge reaction from the land? She wondered—how could a Muggle do that—unless the other person was a legendary wizard far more than her, and the spell was like breathing, and she couldn't even notice it, or there were wizards around and someone secretly helping him.

Or - what are some magic traps here?

Zhang Xiaolin's lips and teeth were slightly open, her white teeth were biting her lips, and the slight pain brought her extremely clear thoughts, and she began to feel the magic of this place invisibly.

Magic inevitably leaves a mark.

This is the consensus of all wizards, but powerful wizards can easily find those traces, and ordinary wizards have a hard time.

After a few seconds, her eyes lit up, and something seemed to emerge from the bottom of the hill.

Sure enough—with the prayer of Mr. Bishop.

The grass on the ground seemed to have gone crazy and began to grow wildly, like countless tentacles.

On closer inspection, the grass began to gradually become rough, hard, and spiky with spikes, which looked like some kind of thorn.

The speed of thorn growth was still accelerating, and after a while, those thorns with the thickness of an arm began to entangle, weaving a door together.

The gate was made entirely of plant rhizomes, and small white flowers grew from the crevices, and Mr. Bishop grinned at the sight.

The door was opened from the inside.

Someone stood in front of the door. It was a man whose head was entwined with countless thorns, his upper body was naked, and his skin was bitterly red, as if he had been whipped by countless thorns.

He looked twelve or thirteen feet tall, sturdy, like an ancient Greek statue.

The Thorn Man lowered his head, and he seemed to be looking at Mr. Bishop.

However, because his face was completely entangled in wattles, his gaze was not visible at all.

After confirming the visitor.

The Thorn Man stepped aside and remained silent.

Mr. Bishop, on the other hand, hurriedly picked up the jar on the side, got up and walked in.

"Looks like the secret is here."

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes showed a touch of excitement.

It was cat-and-mouse banter.

It's good if there are flaws.

I really thought the memories in your head were correct.

She looked at the bishop's back and said secretly in her heart.

Clearly, there was something wrong with his memory.

Maybe it's all fake, maybe it's true or false, but there's definitely a lot of things hidden.

The witch didn't hesitate to step forward, her speed even faster as the vine-woven door was rapidly collapsing.

At the last moment, she chose to directly apparition.

The moment it landed, the folding fan unfolded violently, and the surging tide, like a big net, instantly engulfed the thorny man.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't take this big-waisted guy in his eyes at all.

What if you can blast the steel plate with one punch? The Prison Spell isn't enough to keep you in place, unless your skin can resist the spell like a dragon, and her Water Prison isn't a simple spell of Imprisonment

Zhang Xiaolin stared ahead.

In front of me was a corridor made entirely of plant roots, about fifteen feet high and five or six feet wide.

Presenting a noticeable downhill, it seems that the real secret should be underneath the small hill.

Settle your mind.

She re-established the shattering illusion spell, and the unknown was still ahead, so it was always okay to be cautious.

With this in mind, she stepped forward and continued to go deeper.

At that moment—suddenly there was a dark shadow.

It's like lightning.

A large hand grabbed her neck violently.

Miss Zhang was stunned for a moment, and before she could cast a spell, the powerful force coming from her neck made her almost bite her tongue.

"You"

She glared at the man in front of her.

A look of disbelief.

Fast - too fast.

The man's movements were so fast that they exceeded her reflexes.

And the strength is terrible.

"Thunder" Zhang Xiaolin struggled hard, and recited the spell in his mouth: "The Thunder Emperor is coming!" ”

The next moment, a large amount of thunder and lightning suddenly surged around her.

Thunder and lightning rushed straight at the thorny man.

Then the 'crackling' arc of electricity cut the man's skin with ease like a sharp blade.

But—he pinched her hand, but still didn't let go.

Even though the thunder and lightning scorched his whole body, and the traces like the lines of a tree branch, oozing blood, he still didn't let go.

Even harder.

"Whew-" She didn't have time to whimper.

The folding fan in his hand also lit up with thunder, but this time, it was completely gathered together, and the lightning turned into a sword blade.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the man's arm detached from his.

Zhang Xiaolin took the broken arm down, then lifted the sword of thunder and lightning in his hand, and slashed at the thorny man's neck with a sword.

The methods are brutal.

Like a madman, she kept swinging her sword.

"Thunder"

"The Terrible Brings !!"

The lightning roared again.

With the next sword, he directly cut off the head of the thorny man.

Thorns scattered all over the place.

The headless corpse spurted out countless bloods like rain.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo!"

Zhang Xiaolin gasped and smiled hideously.

Half fear, half anger.

Everything happened so fast, like a flash of lightning, and in a matter of seconds, it was already doomed.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the corpse on the ground.

With a flash of anger in his eyes, he lifted his foot and kicked it out with great force, kicking the man's corpse with great force, crashing into the root wall on one side.

The force directly dented the walls.

"Whew-"

He rubbed his neck.

At this moment, her mood calmed down a little.

I looked down and watched the blood stain my whole body, and my slightly calmed mood became unhappy again.

"Clean up!"

The witch closed her eyes, and a whirlwind blew, blowing the stains on her body.

The ends of his hair were stirring wildly. The cold wind blew on her face, covering up all the irritability in her heart.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaolin opened her eyes.

She was horrified to find that the blood stains on her body had not disappeared, but green shoots had grown in the blood.

The pain of piercing the heart came.

It was as if something had gotten into her skin.

The girl's eyes widened and she looked at her feet incredulously.

There, the thorny man's tumbling head suddenly opened, and inside, there was no head at all, just twisted branches and a blooming blooming spirit flower that emitted purple light.

The next moment, the thorny hood on the ground jumped violently.

Zhang Xiaolin immediately swung his long sword and slashed at it.

But who knows, those thorns predicted the girl's sword light in advance, and they scattered in the air, and after dodging the sword, they regrouped.

Then it wrapped her head directly.

"Wait"

The next moment, countless branches grew out of the thorn helmet.

And the girl's body, like a puppet with a broken string, fell weakly.

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"Go back to the boat!"

Sirius noticed Mr. Basil's panicked expression, for he had been running around the town half an hour before, neither sitting nor standing.

"You need to rest, we can't stay in this town." Sirius continued.

"But—"

"She's probably still in the mountains." "No one here can use magic, and she's not going to be in much trouble." ”

"Alright—" Mr. Basil nodded.

Ms. Zhang often disappears, and whenever she encounters something or a place she is interested in, she will try desperately.

During that time of travel with her, everyone around her knew about it.

"We're going to talk about what to do." Sirius said again. Then cast the illusion directly.

On the boat, the sound of "poof" sounded.

The next moment, the wizards who had left the ship returned.

The Camelot is a giant ship.

Every time you travel, you will carry a huge amount of supplies, and with the means of wizards, as long as you have received a Hogwarts education, you will never starve to death.

There were many rooms below deck, and a small group of people went to rest when they returned to the ship, physically and mentally exhausted, and the thought of the truth was too much for them to bear. His head was groggy, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

The other wizards, led by Sirius, gathered in the ship's conference room.

Let's discuss countermeasures.

The discussion was boring and fruitless.

No one knew what to do, silence was the main theme, and after a few moments, everyone left the conference room and went to rest.

Tired!

Everyone is so tired!

Most people fall asleep almost upside down.

A few hours later, wait for Sirius to open his eyes again.

Through the porthole, the sea outside is glowing, and the light shines from under the sea, and the water surface is sparkling like a bowl of golden juice.

After a brief freshening up, he went to the captain's quarters.

Several wizards on shift were napping in chairs on the monitoring table.

Sirius walked over, his footsteps making a crisp sound on the metal deck.

This woke up the wizards, who quickly got up and looked at the captain of Camelot.

"Have you tried the contact information you discussed yesterday?"

He still wants to contact the 'outside world'.

After the Camelot itself failed to communicate with each other, they discussed several more ways to contact them in response to bedtime, all of which were ancient magic.

"I" a few people look at each other, try? Try a fart!

After everyone left the room, they fell asleep.

I just woke up, so I don't have time to try.

But that certainly can't be said.

Immediately, several people hurriedly sat back in their chairs, ready to operate the Camelot now, and began to try.

It's just—

One minute –

Two minutes –

Three minutes passed, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on the foreheads of several technicians of the Federation.

His eyes were full of horror, as if he were frozen, and he didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"I-I-I forgot how to steer the ship."

(End of chapter)