◎A terrifying witch. ◎
"The breath of moonlight?"
Pushing open the door panel, there is a two-headed snake head carved in silver. The snake's eyes are inlaid with sparkling pigeon blood stone, exuding a cold gaze in the darkness.
The door was unlocked, and the owner of the crutch showed his wrinkled fingers, which were covered with various gemstone rings, making people wonder about the weight of that hand.
The man was about to go in, but a little girl behind him couldn't help but scream: "Aunt Mary, you can't go in! There's a big bad wolf inside!"
In line with the girl's warning, the old hound growled in warning.
Aunt Mary smiled hoarsely, sounding like an elderly woman.
"That's great. I happen to have a gift for Mr. Big Bad Wolf. If Lily is afraid, just stay outside the door."
The door was opened with a soft sound, and the luxurious velvet dress raised a little dust, but this aristocratic old woman did not cherish it at all, and did not stop until the drinks were scattered all over the floor.
A gray-faced woman was sitting on the ground, her face bleeding and lifeless. Seeing this, the old woman couldn't help but let out a very deep sigh.
"Robelli, why didn't you call me earlier? You and little Cole are too stubborn."
The fireplace was beeping with an unpleasant embers of fire. The old woman frowned and pointed lightly with the tip of her cane. An unpredictable sound of wind rose in the room. The firelight was extinguished silently, leaving only the lingering smoke for her dead relatives. Condolences.
There was a strange noise from a corner not far away, and the snake's head on the crutches flashed red. The old woman's sharp eyes swept over, and she saw a living woman half lying on the ground struggling to breathe. She seemed not very conscious.
The tip of the crutch gently landed in front of the woman, and the old woman grabbed the other woman's hair with her jewel-encrusted hand without any effort at all.
"You, who are you..."
"This is what I want to ask you. Tell me everything you know."
Before the woman could struggle, the old woman gently turned her crutch, and the red eyes of the two snake heads flashed with strange light. The woman's eyes suddenly became straight, and her tongue was like a little snake with its own consciousness, with vicious strategies and cruel thoughts like venom. It pours out endlessly from the mouth.
Including her love for the dead Mr. Cole, jealousy and disgust for her best friend Rob Bailey, and deliberately leading Lily into a fast river in an attempt to drown the little bastard.
Of course, the most important thing is that she serves as the bellman's secret whistle, assisting Shuke and others in maintaining the village's ancient and cruel scam: they throw useless old people or mutilated children into the forest every few years, and fabricate werewolves. Signs of haunting, at the same time, in exchange for a steady stream of aid from the church and tax breaks from the territory.
"I understand, you can sleep peacefully." The old woman smiled kindly, as if she just listened to an interesting fireside story.
With a slight shake of the crutch, the woman fell to the ground and fainted.
The old woman stood up and took a breath. The strange noise behind her made her turn around.
The little girl stood in front of her mother's body, her big green eyes blank and confused.
"Lily." The old woman sighed.
"Auntie, mother is asleep."
"No, she's dead." Aunt Mary had no intention of comforting her grandniece.
"Death? What is death?"
"It is the cruelest and greatest thing in the world. Come here, child."
Lily glanced at her mother reluctantly before taking small steps to her aunt.
Aunt Mary wiped the tears from the girl's face, and gently touched the black birthmark on her face with her rough fingers, as if she was touching something nostalgic.
"My dear, you are the luckiest child in the world. You escaped death three times. The first time was by me, and the other two times it was a powerful witch who protected you."
Lily forced a smile with tears in her eyes: "That's the Moonlight Fairy."
Her blue eyes were full of moist tenderness, and Aunt Mary couldn't help but smile: "Does Lily want to be the Moonlight Fairy?"
Lily nodded immediately, "I want to be like my sister." So she could wake her mother up.
"That's good." She tied up her grandniece's hair with satisfaction, looking at the girl's eyes which were even brighter and more moving after being washed with tears.
"You have green eyes, which are a symbol of powerful magic."
Lily blinked, half understanding.
Aunt Mary was not in a hurry to explain, but looked around: "We can't stay here for too long, there is a bad smell nearby, and I am just an old woman who can't even beat a dog. But after leaving Now, I can teach those greedy wild wolves a lesson for your parents."
At the mention of wild wolves, Lily hugged the old hound Jack in fear.
Aunt Mary smiled maliciously, but not at Lily.
She glanced at the gloomy night outside the window and gently touched Lily's little head: "There is no moonlight tonight, so it is difficult to ask the goddess for help. It just so happened that the moonlight fairy left a very powerful blessing on you. A little Lend me some."
Before the girl could react, the pointed double snake heads tapped her head, and then two or two, countless firefly-sized light spots flew out from the girl's hair and danced gracefully. The room was full of stars, and the light points surrounded the old woman and outlined a small Milky Way. Lily was dumbfounded and called out to the elf in a low voice.
The wrinkled hand gently caressed the snake's head. As the light spots seeped into the skin like moist rain and dew, the wrinkles slowly dissipated, the skin returned to a white and tender color that could be broken by blowing, and the rickety body gradually straightened up.
Lily looked at her old aunt who was holding on to a cane not long ago and turned into a young and beautiful lady. She opened her mouth for a moment and couldn't make a sound. The woman winked at her and made a shushing gesture. This look made her sad. Lily thought of Dill for a moment; when the girl put the old hound to sleep, she also made a gesture to her to keep it secret.
Lily suddenly realized.
Aunt Mary and Sister Dill are both fairies! This knowledge made the girl temporarily forget her sadness, and just stared at her fairy aunt obediently and devoutly.
The child's innocent eyes made the old witch feel guilty. After all, she was borrowing these moon magics not to save people like the moon witch, but to harm them...
But everything has been done, and you can't do things half-heartedly. When the witch came to the ground where the glass of water was scattered, the purple-red wine was as thick as venom. In fact, it was the same. Any witch who was good at using magic potions could smell it. Something dirty.
She inserted the tip of the cane into the soil soaked in wine. The two snake heads on the head of the cane seemed to have drunk enough wine. The snake's mouth opened its mouth with a click, revealing a pair of gleaming sharp fangs.
The witch bent down and whispered to the snake's head, her sweet tone was like confiding love words to her lover: "Queen of ghosts, goddess in night clothes, the light of the moon rising on the three forks of hell, please listen to the words of the dead in this land. Crying will turn the vitality of the new moon into the death of the dark moon. When the mouth of the poisonous snake bears the fruit of disaster, the curse of the plague will also spread to every corner here, leaving sinners with nowhere to escape."
A tiny green root tentatively emerged from the mouth of the tooth, and then like a small green snake with life, the green vine quickly spread and stretched along the entire crutch. The two snake heads held several purple-black plums in their mouths.
The witch picked one and put it into her mouth with great interest. The taste of revenge was so sweet that she couldn't help but look intoxicated.
"You have already eaten this." The witch pushed away the girl's restless hand: "If you eat it again, no one can save you."
Lily quickly changed her attention and looked at the vines that had grown to the bottom of her feet.
"This is fairy magic!" The girl picked up the old hound with difficulty, being careful not to let the dog touch the vines.
The witch looked at the woman with vines slowly covering the ground, and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, you like it, don't you? It's a pity that we can't witness the more interesting part next."
Before Lily could ask any more questions, she tapped the floor with her crutch.
"We have to go, and you have your mother. We can't leave her in such a stolen place."
She pointed the crutch to the other side, and a miracle happened. Mrs. Cole, who had been stiff, stood up slowly and followed them step by step. Lily couldn't stop screaming with joy and flew over to hug her mother's cold body. .
The witch couldn't help but sigh after seeing it. After all, she is not the Moon Witch. She reluctantly borrows the dark magic of the Moon Goddess. She can only spread small plagues and control corpses. All of this relies on the magic power left by the real Moon Witch.
The unseen witch has powerful magic and can even heal people who are dying. If she is willing, she may be able to use the real magic of the dark moon to resurrect the dead. Mary couldn't help but wonder what made the moon witch leave so hastily.
Anyway, it's not a good thing. She, an old witch who is late in life, should not go too deep into it.
When she closed the door, the vines had stretched to the crack of the door, eager to poke their heads out. The witch knew that they would continue to grow until every corner of the place bore the poisonous fruits of the plague,
But if the mysterious Moon Witch knew about it, she would probably look down on my little skill.
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Everything was back to its original point. The little witch looked at the lush greenery in front of her in depression. She seemed to have a special affinity with the trees.
She can't defeat a werewolf or outrun a werewolf. As long as she makes a move, the werewolf can immediately hear her movements. The only useful sachet can only block the werewolf's sense of smell.
So Dill returned to the familiar place: squatting on the tree.
The girl squatted down like a bird egg in the tree, missing her little down friend. Now she can only pray that day will come, the night will no longer cover the werewolf's figure, and she can leave this werewolf village in an honest manner.
Then, she must practice hard. If she is not talented enough, she must work hard. In time, she will become a feared witch. She swears to God!
I don't know how much time passed, but Laurel kept chatting in her ear. She started to feel sleepy. Dill should be happy, because it meant that it was almost daytime. But she was afraid of being alone. Yuegui probably felt her fear, so she kept forcing herself to talk to herself.
[Dill, be careful. ]Yuegui's small voice almost blends into the wind.
Rustling, the leaves were pushed aside softly, and Dill's heart immediately lifted,
She squinted her eyes and looked through the gaps in the green leaves. She could vaguely see the shallow tide line of morning light rising in the sky. The vast darkness was disappearing silently, just like the sea at low tide. Dark creatures would eventually have nowhere to hide.
It's almost dawn, it's almost dawn! Light is coming!
"Dill? Are you here?"