Basement.
On the ancient wooden table, a candle flickered its feeble flame, struggling to fend off the darkness of the room.
Xi Mu lowered his head, looking at the struggling parrot in his hand, then glanced at the magic circle drawn on the floor with mercury, and suddenly strangled the parrot. Accompanied by a piercing shriek, he threw the parrot's carcass into the center of the sacrificial magic circle.
His lips moved as he recited the spell to summon the Witch of Death.
Death began to creep into every corner of the room.
The parrot's body within the magic circle suddenly flowed, igniting a pale blue flame, and was instantly devoured completely.
From that pale blue fire, the Witch of Death emerged, still in her familiar attire, wearing a white witch's pointed hat, her wavy blue hair cascading down, her indifferent gaze made her seem unapproachable, yet that mysterious aura deeply attracted people's attention, making it hard to look away.
