Witch, I'm really not an ancient god of the deep sea!

Chapter 312 The Mirror of Lies
"Shoe print..."

The gambler, Loren, gently stroked the mirror in his hand and continued to ask:

"A shoe print can only provide a rather vague range; the more detailed the print, the stronger the mirror's tracking ability."

Dia crossed her legs and drifted into memories, recalling that there must have been some bloodstains left during the battle with the Black Rock Mech.

However, the bloodstains were severely damaged by the scorching fire and could not be preserved.

The gambler, Loren, looked at the silent crowd and asked again:

"Anything else? Items the other person is carrying, or things they own."

The group fell silent for a moment. Although they were all hunters, their tracking abilities were no match for those of the Knowledge Hunters of the White Tower Federation.

"Item..." An touched the Water Sprite No. 3 in her hand and asked curiously:
"Can a person be considered an object? For example, a plaything, a captive, a slave, or someone you have killed?"

The gambler, Loren, countered:
"You mean the Flower Witch?"

An shook her head:
"No, I might know what some of the Black Hunter's slaves look like, provided they are still alive."

An said quietly that, currently, the White Tower Hunters and Chen Qi's whereabouts have completely disappeared in this sea.

If they were still alive, they would most likely have become playthings for the Black Hunter and the Witch.

After listening, everyone showed some interest.

Loren tapped the mirror in his hand with his slender, long fingers:
“Slaves, a good experiment. Without bloodstains, it can significantly increase the probability.”

An wrote down the physical descriptions of Chen Qi and the White Tower Hunter on a piece of paper and handed it to Loren.

Dia also found a photo of the shoe print in the backpack card.

Afterwards, Loren compiled all the information about the Black Hunter, wrote it down on a piece of paper, and placed the mirror on his chest.

In the candlelight, a shadowy figure appeared faintly in the mirror, the corners of the figure's mouth slightly upturned, revealing a hungry expression.

The person in the mirror... A hint of fear flashed in An's eyes.

Loren said quietly:

"This forbidden object comes from the crack in the Book Lamp Form. It is a forbidden object belonging to a living being. Before using it, it must ask you a question."

"A question?"

Nancy looked curious.
What would happen if I lied?

"Your spiritual power will be in disarray for a day, and it will be able to see through your lies."

Having seen through the lie… Nancy rested her chin on her right hand, filled with curiosity.

Immediately afterwards, the mirror in Loren's hand trembled slightly, and he said with a smile:
"Elf Hunter, it seems it has chosen you as the one to answer the question. As long as you answer the question, I can give you five gold coins as compensation."

A day of chaotic spiritual energy isn't a serious matter... Nancy hesitated for a moment, then nodded:
"Just ask."

Bright red words appeared on the mirror:
What is your purpose in participating in this manhunt?

"It's such a simple question..." Nancy hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Needless to say, it's all for the legendary class card. After all, becoming a legend has been my dream since I was a child."

The next second, a bright red "no" appeared on the mirror.

She's lying! Everyone present immediately cast suspicious glances at her.

This person's background is questionable!
The other party's purpose in capturing the Black Hunter was not for the legendary class card. Could it be that she is an undercover agent, or has other motives?

Everyone's eyes instantly became wary. Could the other party be an undercover agent sent by the Black Hunter?

Seeing this, Nancy hurriedly explained:
"It's for eating seafood."

A half-baked negation appears again!
Her eyes widened, like a dying viper, and she licked her lips, saying:
"It's to savor the taste of the Black Hunter!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a correct pattern appeared on the mirror, and at the same time, a faint curse was silently cast upon her.

"???"

Tasting the flavor of the Black Hunter... The others all looked at the hunter in front of them who looked like an elf.

Is the hunter's purpose in participating in this trip simply to enjoy the Black Hunter?
Everyone gasped. The Black Hunter was a pitch-black monster with multiple tentacles.

The gray mouse stretched out its hand and boldly teased:

"Miss, you have some unusual tastes. Are you from the Golden Flower Bird Kingdom?"

"Exactly! Do you have any complaints about the people of the Golden Flower Bird Kingdom? If you do, watch out, I might hit your butt!"

A flash of anger crossed Nancy's eyes, which glared fiercely at the gray rat like a long snake.

The gray mouse withdrew its outstretched hand and said in a deep voice:
"I have a wife."

What did I say? Nancy broke out in a cold sweat and apologized anxiously:
"I'm so sorry, Gray Rat, I just wanted to whip you and enjoy watching the Hunter Association president wiggle his ass! I just wanted to play with you, I have no interest in you at all!"

"Wait... I was just telling the truth, you'd better not misunderstand."

Nancy froze for a moment, completely dumbfounded.

How could she keep pouring out her inner monologue!
Where is the elegance and manners of her family?

Seeing this, Loren added:
"The side effect of this mirror, 'detecting lies,' is continuous, um, for about three days..."

Nancy clasped her hands together in prayer and hurled the most vile and filthy insults at three generations of the gambler Loren's family from the Kingdom of Golden Flower Birds.

She couldn't control her filthy mouth at all!

After greeting them, Loren silently fed all the collected notes to the hungry mirror in his hand.

A small slit appeared in the paper, and the paper was swallowed.

Then, he gently wrote down his purpose for the divination on the mirror with a pen:

"The location of the Black Hunter."

Then, the image in the mirror changed.

In the mirror, the light of dusk pierced through the thick clouds and spilled onto a small, scorched-earth island.

The view of the island gradually zoomed in, eventually settling on a red-brick high-rise building and a pastry shop next to it.

Everyone looked at the familiar scene before them.

Isn't that the tall building in the picture their location?
Are the Black Hunters on their island?

Could it be...? Dia's golden pupils suddenly contracted.

"Do we have Black Hunters among us?"

Dia stood up and quickly scanned the crowd.

"what?"

Nancy, who had intended to maintain her mysterious and aloof demeanor, couldn't help but echo a comment.

"This is impossible."

"That's what the gray mouse said."

"With these insects—no, these experts—can we really catch the Black Hunter?" Ann tried her best not to look at him like he was an idiot, and quietly explained:

"Perhaps the Black Hunters discovered our movements long ago and have been tracking us, while we remain completely unaware."

They've been following us... Everyone except the gambler Loren was shocked.

The gambler, Loren, lowered his head and looked at the mirror again.

The mirror now focuses on the pastry shop next to them.

Based on what was shown in the mirror, the Black Hunter was most likely nearby. In that instant, everyone drew their weapons; this hunt had begun sooner than they had anticipated.

……

……

Dusk falls on a scorched island, at a dessert and pastry shop.

The plump, round-faced pastry shop owner looked at the hooded customer in front of him and said tremblingly:

"Guest, what kind of pastry would you like? I recommend apple pie, sponge cake, and clay jelly, which are local specialties."

The shopkeeper urged the other party to leave. He had seen many hunters who hid their identities, but for some reason, the black-clad hunter in front of him always gave him a strong sense of fear.

What does Fen like to eat? Never mind, don't overthink it, just bring some for the near-shore overlord too… Chen Qi gently ran his index finger across the display case in front of him:
"I want it all."

"I want them all!" The round, chubby owner walked skillfully to the door, flicked his wrist, and flipped the "Open for Business" sign to "Closed," then packed the pastries into a large bag.

The pastries here aren't cheap... Chen Qi silently took out his backpack card and pulled out two gold coins.

However, the moment he reached for the gold coin, an unimaginable chill pierced the back of his neck.

A throbbing pain shot through his head, and he vaguely saw a horrifying scene.

In the gray, overcast sky, six hunters surrounded him amidst the waves of the sea. Fully armed, he activated his Ember Touch and fought them one against six, battling relentlessly on the dark sea.

Countless images flashed by, his wounds multiplied, blood flowed continuously from his body, and finally, a white-haired man, holding a staff, pointed it at his heart...

Her hands seemed to contain infinite energy, and with a single burst of this infinite power, it shot out and pierced through him!
The white light illuminated the world.

"Huh, huh..."

Chen Qi gasped for breath, clenching his chest muscles. His intuition told him that his life was in serious danger.

Fortune teller? Chen Qi suddenly thought of this unusual profession.

This is a tracking ability, but unlike the Blood Hunter's, this divination-style tracking usually attracts the attention of highly intuitive individuals.

Am I being followed? Chen Qi casually tossed down two gold coins, then quickly stuffed the pastries into his backpack, preparing to flee.

How far away is the other person from me?

Chen Qi kept guessing in his mind.

Soon, he silently turned around and looked at the narrow wooden door of the pastry shop.

We've arrived... Chen Qi's throat moved slightly.

Soon, a blonde woman strolled into the pastry shop, muttering to herself:
"Are there Black Hunters here?"

The blonde woman scanned the pastry shop in front of her; apart from the terrified shopkeeper, there was no one else there.

Gambler Loren added:
"The information we have is insufficient to determine the Black Hunter's exact location. The location in the mirror is only a vague one; he may not be here, but could be somewhere else on this island. It requires luck..."

Gambler Loren spun the revolver in his hand; the information they had was insufficient to determine the Black Hunter's exact location.

"So it's just a matter of probability! Your mirror isn't a fake, is it?"

The elf hunter Nancy wiped the sweat from her brow and then looked into the horrified eyes of the pastry shop owner.

She had clearly concealed her spiritual energy field, so why was the shop manager in front of her so afraid?
Crunch!Crunch!
A dark, shattering sound came from the roof!
Two slender arms emerged from the darkness of the ceiling and gripped her neck.

"Your Majesty..."

Before she could even speak, Chen Qi suddenly twisted Nancy's neck, lifted her up, and slammed her against the outside of the pastry shop.

boom--

Nancy was like a high-speed lead ball, hurtling towards the door.

Boom! It struck Dia squarely in the chest, producing a tremendous sonic boom.

"The feeling of those tentacles strangling my neck is wonderful! It's so pleasurable!"

Nancy's neck was twisted 100 degrees, blood gushing from the corner of her eye. Somewhat uncontrollably, she gripped his neck tightly.

Using the remaining embers, Chen Qi hung upside down from the ceiling like a burning spider monster, looking out the door.

Outside the door, he saw several terrifying figures, including Loren, a gambler from Moonstone City, and Gray Rat from the Hunter Association.

And their prey-like gazes were also fixed on him.

The gray mouse silently took a step forward and clapped its hands:

"What a surprise! Everyone, we seem to need to check if there's any sign of a witch around!"

The gray squirrel clapped its hands and made constant wriggling noises, as if countless insects were hiding in its thick gray coat.

Photographs, a mouse double.

As he spoke, a shadow slowly condensed on the ceiling above where Chen Qi was, transforming into a rough right arm holding a syringe, which silently stabbed at Chen Qi.

"Succeeded..."

The shadow smiled slightly.

boom!
Hanging upside down from the ceiling, Chen Qi pressed down on the arm of the shadowy figure holding the syringe with his left hand. Then, the other remaining hands grabbed the body of the 'shadowy figure' and snapped it off.

Snap! Snap! Thick, disgusting, hair-stained black blood kept falling from the ceiling.

The gray rats of the Black Mine City Hunter Association... Chen Qi took a deep breath.

Although Gray Rat is not a supernova, it is undoubtedly one of the strongest in the Witch Sea and is also known as the most difficult third-tier fighter to kill.

Now, the only saving grace is that he is facing only third-tier gray rats, not the tornado-like swarm of rats.

These weren't ordinary Tier 3 superhumans; apart from the familiar Dia, they were all experts... Chen Qi adjusted his position; he had too little information and needed to create distance as soon as possible.

The gambler, Loren, pulled out a small pistol and pointed it at him.

Chen Qi manipulated the Hand of Ember to retreat; he had to create distance as quickly as possible.

The Lucky Revolver has only a one in six chance of firing a high-powered bullet!

The gambler, Loren, silently pulled the trigger and chuckled.
"I'm having good luck today."

boom!
Suddenly, the bullet from the revolver transformed into a scorching beam of light, shooting out at an unimaginable speed and striking Chen Qi directly in the chest!

Its immense power directly blew off the roof of the pastry shop!

Chen activated the arm shield formed by six dark fire hands, barely blocking the attack. Using this attack as leverage, he stood on the rooftop, looking down at everything.

In the dim twilight, he stretched his body, and twelve tentacles behind him unfolded, igniting scorching black flames, twisting into twelve dark fire hands, which danced freely.

At this moment, the people below the scorched earth island town, seeing the scene before them, panicked as if they had seen an evil god.

"I was hit by a lucky bullet, and my actions were almost completely unharmed, just like the rumors said..."

The gambler, Loren, blew on the hot muzzle of his gun and loaded a bullet.

Then he asked softly:

"Is there any sign of a witch nearby?"

"No."

"It's the silver masked figure in charge of detection, with an extremely low profile," replied.

A single shoe print was enough to pinpoint the exact target on the first try… Gambler Loren raised his head, his dark eyes shifting slightly as he stared intently at the monster atop the roof:

"Let those useless navy blockade all the ships. Today, the six of us are having pretty good luck."

(End of this chapter)