Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 343 Boys should also learn to protect themselves when they go out.

Ethan felt the atmosphere of a horror movie.

The path was deserted, shrouded in mist, and a young ghoul with his head rotated 180 degrees was acting as his guide, leading him toward an unknown destination.

"Let's go back the way we came."

He tentatively suggested it.

"go back?"

Peter looked at him with a puzzled expression, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning. "There's no going back."

Ethan followed Peter's gaze and looked behind him, only then realizing something was amiss—the path he had come from had vanished, and behind him lay a void shrouded in darkness. With each step he took forward, the ground beneath his feet was swallowed by the darkness.

"You are not Peter."

Ethan saw a surging darkness in the eyes of the young ghoul before him, a power that was definitely not found in ghouls.

"indeed."

The ghoul before her had no intention of continuing its disguise. Its skin was peeled away bit by bit, revealing its true form—a pitch-black figure constructed of darkness. The peeling process lasted for half a minute, until the black figure suddenly realized something and asked, "What do you want me to become?"

The voice of the black figure gradually turned into a woman's. She paused, then suddenly realized, "Right, let's do it the same as before."

The black figure's body twisted, and human skin returned to her body. What came into view was a girl with a black ponytail. She wore a dark-colored magician's robe, which was a size too small and clung to her body, outlining a figure that did not match her age.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

Ethan had to admit that the atmosphere of a horror movie had disappeared. Although the fog around him was still thick and the road behind him was nowhere to be seen, the atmosphere had now transitioned from a horror movie to a fantasy movie.

The black-haired girl with a single ponytail frowned. "Horror movies? What are those? Why are so many strange things popping into your head?"

This was the first time Ethan had met the black-haired girl, but it wasn't hard to tell from her words that they knew each other before and seemed to have a good relationship. He did indeed feel a sense of familiarity with her face.

"I'm having some memory problems."

Ethan said, "We may have known each other before, but I can't remember now."

"I know."

Surprisingly, the black-haired girl seemed calm. She didn't press him about the reason for his amnesia, nor did she go crazy because Ethan had forgotten her. Her smile remained unchanged. "Come with me."

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Ethan felt that the black-haired girl had started to pay more attention to her image after changing her appearance. The sight of her head rotating 180 degrees never appeared again, and her movements seemed much more coordinated in this new look.

Ethan didn't refuse again; he also wanted to find out the source of this sense of familiarity.

The scenery along the way was all the same. He followed behind the black-haired girl, wondering what their destination was. He had visited many planes so far. It might be a small wooden house, or a cave, or a castle. Whatever the black-haired girl was going to show him next, he was mentally prepared...

Ten minutes later, Ethan changed his mind.

He was still too young after all.

When the buildings deep in the fog finally came into view, he couldn't help but be filled with terror.

A heart is intricately carved on the eaves of the building, radiating a pink glow, while next to the pink heart are three striking characters illuminated by the same pink fluorescent light—Love Nest.

This is far more terrifying than breaking into a haunted house in the middle of the night. What's even more terrifying is that this haunted place isolates him from other elemental spirits, which means that he won't be able to call Winter as promised tonight and for many nights to come.

"Don't think about other women!"

The black-haired girl opened her eyes, revealing red pupils just like Winter's. A shadow climbed onto Ethan's arm, pulling him towards the suspicious house deep in the mist. The two of them plunged into the house one after the other. It looked like a Victorian-era hotel, filled with an atmosphere that blended classic and steam technology.

However, there was no one else in the inn besides them.

"what do you want to eat?"

The dark-haired girl pulled him to a chair on the first floor and treated him like a hostess in a hotel, saying, "Here's your favorite shepherd's pie, beef soup, and strawberry pudding."

There were no chefs or waiters here, nor were they needed, because the black-haired girl simply snapped her fingers, and several plates of steaming delicacies appeared out of thin air on the table. Having dealt with ghouls for so long, Ethan was immediately tempted by this table of human food.

However, he was not tempted by the delicious food.

Food that appears out of thin air is not believable, and this is one of the most classic scenes in horror movies. A lost person comes to a cozy mansion and meets a beautiful woman. The woman treats him to a sumptuous meal, and the two chat happily. However, when he wakes up the next day, he is greeted by a cemetery, and the delicious food on his plate has turned into insects and dirt.

"Who taught you all this?"

The black-haired girl said in disbelief, "You've completely gone astray. Why did the food turn into dirt and worms? Have you forgotten? You taught me all of this. That time we ate shepherd's pie and strawberry pudding."

As an example, she took the first plate of sliced ​​shepherd's pie, the stringy cheese mixed with vegetables and minced meat, emitting an enticing aroma. "So, that letter was actually sent by you, and it has nothing to do with Valerie or Ivy."

Ethan voiced his suspicions.

The other elemental spirits that were driven away were also part of the black-haired girl's long-planned scheme. She created a polluted zone that could not tolerate the presence of other elemental spirits, with the aim of luring him into it.

"Yes."

The black-haired girl readily admitted it.

"why?"

"I miss you, is that not enough of a reason?"

The dark-haired girl spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, enjoying her meal with a relaxed and carefree expression. After finishing a piece of shepherd's pie with the beef soup, she snapped her fingers and conjured a knife and fork in front of Ethan. "It's as delicious as ever. Eat up, why aren't you eating?"

What kind of meat is inside?

"The lean beef is mixed with minced lamb to enhance the texture, and the vegetables are potatoes, green beans, and mushrooms."

After a moment's hesitation, Ethan used his knife and fork to pick up a piece of shepherd's pie and put it in his mouth.

At least the taste was normal, even delicious, and a warm sensation spread from his throat all the way to his whole body.

The black-haired girl turned her head to the side, and only after Ethan swallowed a piece of shepherd's pie did she show a satisfied smile. "Eat more, you need to be full to have the energy to do things."

“You said before that this was what I taught you, but I’ve forgotten all my memories of that part.”

"Peel and wash the potatoes, boil them until soft, then remove them and let them cool. Mash them into mashed potatoes, add butter and stir, season with salt and pepper, and set aside. Then put two tablespoons of butter in a pot, sauté the onions and garlic until fragrant, then add the minced beef and lamb..."

This is the recipe for Shepherd's Pie, described in great detail by the dark-haired girl. Her gaze softened as if she were recalling some happy memories, and as she spoke, she looked into the distance, as if someone there was demonstrating the process of making Shepherd's Pie to her step by step.

If we set aside the minor issues such as the black-haired girl's yandere tendencies and her ability to peel off her skin at any time, Ethan thinks she's relatively easy to get along with; at least so far, no one has shown any obvious aggression.

Ethan simply put aside his many questions and immersed himself in the warm atmosphere of the dinner.

He tasted the shepherd's pie and strawberry pudding, trying to awaken the blank parts of his mind with these familiar flavors, but this had little effect and even triggered a headache and tinnitus. All the parts related to the black-haired girl were erased from his brain, and he couldn't help but suspect that this was done intentionally, otherwise a memory would never disappear so cleanly.

Before long, the two of them had devoured all the food on the table.

"You said that you should clean the table after eating."

The black-haired girl stood up first, picked up the plate that was originally used to hold the shepherd's pie, and walked towards the inn's kitchen. Ethan got up and followed, saying, "That's a good habit."

After his careful evaluation, although the hotel's layout was somewhat...peculiar and its name intriguing, their interaction was more like that of an elder treating a younger person. He seemed to have taught the black-haired girl many things, such as the recipe for Shepherd's Pie and some principles of life.

This secretly relieved him; the atmosphere eased, and he had completely taken control of the situation.

Next, all you need to do is treat the black-haired girl the same way you would treat a younger sister or a child—

Ethan's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

He misjudged the situation once again in front of the black-haired girl.

He was washing dishes by the kitchen sink when the black-haired girl, who had finished cleaning first, brushed past him. Just as he was lost in thought, someone attacked him from behind. The attacker held her tightly, and Ethan could see a black shadow extending along the skin of his arm, condensing into the shape of a hand, until it reached his hands holding the dishes, interlocking with his fingers.

This is clearly not the kind of behavior that should be expected from a younger sister or other junior.

"Wait a minute."

"Don't slow down."

The black-haired girl's voice came from behind, "You can't remember."

"I'm trying now."

"It's no use. What's lost can never be regained."

The black-haired girl's tone gradually rose, and her voice became increasingly loud, a complex mix of excitement and resentment.

Ethan felt the shadow's touch acutely, causing a stinging sensation in his palm.

“I have never blamed you... This time, let your body remember.”

(End of this chapter)