Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 242: Desperate Witch
Following the sound beside his ear, Lewis went all the way to the second floor, where he heard the voices of two ladies, one of whom had a soft voice and the other a slightly hoarse voice, but equally pleasant.

The soft-voiced lady, dressed in men's clothing, asked:
“Brother… No!

Sister, isn't that stupid son of the Viscount still alive? He always harasses me for various reasons, which really makes me uncomfortable. "

The hoarse-voiced woman glanced at the other woman and said coldly:
"Shirley, if you call out the wrong name again next time, I promise you will become one of the sacrifices."

Shirley lowered her head and apologized quickly:

"Yes...I'm sorry, I just want to see Polly Ian die so much, you know, his enthusiasm makes me sick.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was proud of something that could make those streetwalkers cheer for me, but now a man makes me feel sick.”

My sister showed an elegant smile and said:
"Shirley, you have to face the reality, you are no longer a man.

I once tried to help you curse Polly Ian, but unfortunately, he was saved twice. Perhaps there were some good extraordinary people following him.

But, in any case, he will not survive today."

After a few seconds, my sister sprayed on an intoxicating perfume and put on a sun hat with a wide brim.

"Thanks to the Backlund smog a while ago, I have collected enough sacrifices. Now, it's time to make those who forced us pay the price."

The two left the room one after the other, and Lewis' figure gradually appeared at the connection of the corridor on the second floor.

"Should I go and take a look, or should I kill them both here?"

After a little hesitation, Lewis decided to follow them. The Witch's Cult knew the formula of the "Witch's Path" potion, and maybe he could find out information about the Witch's Cult by following these two people.

Of course, the person Lewis wanted to find most was Triss. As long as he could find Triss, he should be able to get a lot of information.

Less than a minute later, Lewis followed the two ladies out the door, with a revolver, a traveler's diary, a golden finger bone, and a harmonica in his possession.

His tracking method was not very clever, so he did not choose to track, but directly used divination.

Lewis was more adept at divination. Although the witch had means to resist divination, they were not strong enough and it was difficult for her to resist a transcendent being of his status and favored by fate.

The cane guided Lewis along the way, through the Cherwood area and into the West End.

"This is the house I didn't buy before. Did they get in here?" Lewis was not very sure. He looked around the house but found nothing.

Lewis's hearing had been turned on for a long time. He heard the sound of gears turning and the sound of the stone door closing.

Shirley's voice was slightly weak:
"Sister, have you contacted 'Ms. Despair'? Does she agree with our actions?"

"Don't worry about 'Ms. Despair'. She has disappeared since the great smog incident. Now, there is no one to restrain us."

Ms. Despair, Sequence Four? ... Lewis hesitated for a moment, and weakened his sensory abilities. After all, with the example of the "True Creator", it was better to keep a low profile.

After thinking for a while, Lewis climbed into the courtyard.

The weeds in the yard were still so dense. When he turned on his spiritual vision, he saw many resentful souls wandering around. Some of them were so thin that his ribs could be seen clearly. Some of them opened their dark mouths and rushed towards Lewis.

However, the vengeful spirits were only the remnants of resentment after all. Without sufficient numbers, they could not even harm ordinary people, let alone extraordinary people. Suddenly, Lewis's spirit was moved. He looked to the side and slightly tilted his body. Suddenly, something flew past his shoulder, and the wind blew his hair.

"oops!"

The next moment, Lewis heard a delicate scream, and judging from the tone of the voice, it was his sister Shirley.

In his sight, a human-shaped mark was pressed out on the half-human-high grass.

Lewis smiled faintly, watching the pointed roof collapse as if it had aged to a certain extent.

The collapsed bricks and stones hit the crushed grass below, and a pool of blood dyed the ground red.

Finally, a female figure gradually emerged from the place where there was blood. The woman had a beautiful face, but was wearing dirty men's clothes, which looked particularly incongruous.

“This…this sir, please save me, I am willing to pay any price.

Please! "

"He's still alive, but he's not far from death. It seems like a Sequence Seven can't bear the fate of a Sequence Five."

Lewis took back the bad luck from Shirley, and he became somewhat interested in Shirley's call for help. This witch herself had a very low sequence and was related to the witch sect.

The Lady of Despair mentioned by the two men just now aroused his great interest. If he could really find a Sequence 4 witch, then he would be close to finding Ince Zangwill.

"Drink this potion, it will help you gain the strength to survive, and then I will come to save you." Lewis handed the other party a bottle of medicine that stimulates life potential. This was prepared by him for himself.

As for those precious talismans that could save the other party, he naturally was reluctant to use them, and there was no need to use them for a witch.

Holding his cane tightly, Lewis quickly entered the room.

He didn't look carefully when he came to this house before, and it was not until he came back today that he discovered the secret passage in the last room on the second floor.

Pushing open the stone door, there are metal candlesticks on both sides of the corridor. The candles on the candlesticks are burning, emitting beautiful flames.

Suddenly, Lewis noticed that his breathing had become heavier. He opened his spiritual vision again and saw an almost invisible thread wrapped around his body.

And the passage he was walking through was filled with similar silk threads, just like an elaborately designed mechanism.

"The ability of the Pleasure Witch?

For me, who is easily aroused by desire, this is really disadvantageous. If it weren’t for Miss Elana, I would probably be in trouble today.”

Lewis blew the copper whistle, and the tool messenger Elana appeared and immediately took away the desire from Lewis.

For the next half hour, he didn't have to worry about the desire coming back again.

Ignoring those threads of desire, Lewis continued to move forward. He looked straight ahead, and suddenly a scene appeared before his eyes:

A dagger suddenly stabbed at him, and even though he blocked it with his walking stick, the force attached to the dagger directly tore his body in half.

(End of this chapter)