Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 394 What Do You Think
Adele woke up from her sleep and found that the bed under her was soaked with cold sweat. The body's stress response under primitive fear made her almost dehydrated.

She reached out and grasped the wrist of her other hand and pulled it upwards, and immediately felt a sharp pain. She took her arm away and found that her arm was like a python shedding its skin. The skin began to crack from the center of her forearm, and the delicate dermis tissue underneath could be seen.

A sign of losing control... Adele frowned and clutched the bed sheet tightly.

The moonlight outside the window grew darker and darker, and the runaway spirit in Adele's body gradually grew stronger, causing her expression to twist like a demon.

thump!
She rolled off the bed, struggling with her body twisted, grabbing handfuls of hair, but it did not relieve the feeling of her head about to explode, nor did it calm her urge to ignite black fire on her body.

She had witnessed strange and extraordinary existences in her dreams more than once, but she had never received such intense feedback in reality as today!

Unable to bear it any longer, Adele scratched the tile floor with her nails almost frantically, leaving light gray scratches on the glaze and making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

Her nails seemed to be about to break, but in the end they just remained bent in the opposite direction, sticking to her fingers like a thread, and after each scratch, they would slowly bend back due to the elasticity.

The hissing sound of scratching echoed in the small room, but no one came to Adele's room to check what was going on. Even the night police patrolling the corridor were nowhere to be seen.

Her skin was covered with an evil white glow, and her hair was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrapping around her limbs and trying to strangle herself.

Adele, who had never experienced such severe signs of loss of control before, found that her experience was of little use in dealing with the loss of control that had already occurred.

In the chaos, she touched her face and found that under the thin skin were uneven pieces of hard bones, as if there were bone shoots growing under the skin, trying to break through the skin and drill out of her body.

Adele, who was almost desperate, finally told her that her own power was completely incapable of relieving similar symptoms, and she could only rely on the help of the great being.

"The new sprouts of the tree of disaster..."

"A symbol of destruction and rebirth..."

"The Lord of Plague and Natural Disaster..."

"The great Medea Gagran..."

Adele repeated the honorific name that Gagran told her, hoping that her mother could give her some help.

However, her pain did not ease, and the Sequence 2 angel did not appear by her side immediately as he did in the past.

At this moment, Adele didn't even have time to worry about whether Gagran had encountered any problems. She was almost fainted by the pain that surged like a tide.

An indescribable feeling came from the bent nails. The feeling between pain and itching made Adele's hair stand on end with nausea. She wished she could pull out all the nails.

Her head became increasingly confused, and she felt that her thoughts were like boiling water, bubbling constantly, trying to break through the restraints on her head.

boom!
Adele rolled back and forth on the ground and knocked over the bookshelf. The yellow crystal pendant and several large books she had placed on it fell down and hit Adele on the head. The sharp spine of the book left a bloody wound on her forehead, which also made her sober up temporarily.

As if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, Adele grabbed the silver chain of the pendulum and held the warm yellow crystal in her hand.

A past event that Miss Magician had mentioned lightly suddenly emerged in her memory.

At that time, Miss Magician was still enduring the full moon whispering curse unique to the Abraham family. Every time the full moon came, she would hear mysterious and crazy whispering voices, which almost made her lose control every time.

Later, under the arrangement of Miss Justice Audrey, she saw the name of Mr. Fool, and when she was on the verge of losing control, she recited the name with the idea of ​​trying her luck. Finally, with the help of the Fool, she got rid of the Full Moon Whispering and avoided the end of losing control.

Although the reasons for the two losing control were different, and Mr. Fool was not as completely asleep as he is now when Miss Magician was praying, Adele had no choice.

The changes in her body continued. Adele felt that her goose bumps seemed to have solidified and turned into tiny scales that looked like real things, oozing a slippery liquid.

Looking at the pale scales that had grown out of the skin on her wrist, Adele knew that this might be her last chance.

She struggled to put the topaz on her chest and whispered with all her strength:

"You don't belong to this era, you fool..."

"Above the gray fog, there is a mysterious ruler..."

"Hold, good luck, the King of Yellow and Black..."

"You don't belong to this era, you fool..."

"Above the gray fog, there is a mysterious ruler..."

"Hold, good luck, the King of Yellow and Black..."

She chanted over and over again, and seemed to have lost her other abilities, so much so that she didn't even notice at first that the abnormality in her mind had disappeared.

At this moment, she heard the clear sound of dripping water in her ears. The pain, irritability, madness and despair that had penetrated her bones before seemed to have not existed at all and were just an illusion.

Adele struggled to stand up, trying to see the surrounding scene clearly.

Below her was the familiar endless fog, and beside her was the old, mottled bronze table.

This is the venue of the Tarot Club...

Adele stood up with the help of the towering stone pillar beside her. Only then did she realize that she was not the only one in this space.

At the top of the long bronze table, on the high-backed chair that had been vacant all along and belonged to The Fool, sat a mysterious and unusual figure wrapped in thick gray fog, seemingly looking down on everything.

There was a strange aura about him that made Adele feel very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had felt it before. But she knew the meaning of the aura by instinct: it was the aura of the ancient times.

His location, attire, and description made Adele instantly think of a name, but she didn't dare to believe it.

"You are Mr. Fool?"

Adele asked tentatively.

The figure above the gray fog remained silent. The eternal gray fog seemed so solemn and murderous at this moment. Just when Adele was almost driven crazy by the silence, she heard the other party's calm and unperturbed voice:

"What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)