Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya squatted beside a patch of rotten tree roots, carefully using a small bamboo skewer to dig away the damp moss.

She had already given her windbreaker to Xiaoye, and was only wearing a thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing two arms covered in mud.

The Blood Fairy in the side pocket of my backpack had accumulated ninety-nine blooms, their dark red petals clustered together, glistening with a moist sheen in the post-rain sunlight.

She wandered around the forest for almost half the time, taking care of a few overconfident little witches along the way. They all threw magic missiles at her from a distance, but she slapped them with her tentacles and made them kneel down. Then she tied them up and stuffed them into various tree holes and rock crevices she found along the way.

She even made a simple map, marking the approximate location and number of people at each storage point.

Now only one flower is left.

She parted a fern leaf and saw it.

A perfectly preserved Blood Fairy Flower grows on the side of the trunk of a fallen ancient tree. Its seven petals are intact, and its dark red color stands out against the dark brown bark.

Miya reached out and carefully plucked it off, stem and all, and examined it in her palm for a moment.

The hundredth flower.

The moment the petal touched her palm, an unusually strong pulse surged through her mind.

She could feel all the blood essence that had accumulated in her body awakening at the same time.

Then that force suddenly surged upwards, shooting from the chest straight to the throat.

Miya bent over and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood, instead of seeping into the moss, seemed to come alive as it slowly crawled and merged on the ground, eventually coalescing into a round, semi-transparent soft mass in front of her.

Its texture is like jelly, with a smooth and moist surface and a light pinkish-white color. Under light, you can vaguely see tiny dark red veins slowly pulsating inside.

It has no eyes, no mouth, no limbs; its entire body expands and contracts slightly, as if it is breathing, or as if it is sizing up the person in front of it.

Miya wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looked down at the lump of something, and had a complicated expression.

My vitality was instantly halved, dropping from over two thousand to just over one thousand. I felt empty inside, like I hadn't eaten for two days.

But that wasn't the most devastating thing for her.

What devastated her most was that this thing looked completely different from what she had imagined.

This thing can be called the Empty Lice?

Isn't this just pure white slime?

Miya squatted down and poked the surface of the soft mass with her finger.

It has a slightly cool feel, and is bouncy yet resilient. When you press it with your fingertip, it will leave a small dent, and when you lift it up, it will slowly spring back to its original shape.

It trembled after she poked it, and then nestled even more eagerly into her palm.

Mi Ye resignedly closed her eyes and sank her consciousness into the sea of ​​awareness.

The ancient city is still brightly decorated, the bluestone pavement shines in the sun, and the Blood Fairy statue by the wishing well sways gently in the breeze.

She squatted down by the pool, touched the water with her finger, and a ripple appeared in the center of the ripple.

……

【The Empty Lice】:

The basic unit of the swarm, a symbiotic entity formed from the cohesion of blood and life force.

It can hover and move at a slow speed. Upon contact with an enemy, it wraps around the target, inflicting paralysis, and continuously drains life force, converting it into its own.

……

【paralysis】:

The target pain receptors are severed so that the target does not experience pain during extraction.

……

Miya opened her eyes, looked down at the empty louse still rubbing against her shoes, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Then she tried to issue a command with her mind: split.

The empty louse's body trembled slightly and began to slowly split open from the middle.

The splitting process was like tearing open a freshly baked mochi, with several thin, translucent threads pulling out between the two parts. Then the threads broke, and two slightly smaller soft bodies lay side by side in front of her, each slightly expanding and contracting in perfect sync.

After confirming their successful split, the two clumps of empty lice seemed to bounce off the ground at the same time. One clump landed on Miya's left shoulder, and the other jumped onto her head, each finding a comfortable spot to settle down, like two crooked jelly hats.

【? ? ? 】

What is this thing?

Wait, is this her new skill?

[These pink jelly-like balls even climb onto my head by themselves! So cute!]

So, is this a summoned creature of flesh magic, growing out of the body like tentacles?

[I don't understand. I've never seen it before. There's so little information about flesh and blood magic; there aren't even any textbooks.]

Does this thing have any offensive capabilities? It just seems to be rubbing against things.

[Like a glutinous rice cake]

Mi Ye raised her hand and poked the lump on her head. The soft thing shrank back and bounced back, as if it was playing hide-and-seek with her.

She couldn't help but smirk, then remembered her business, took both balls off her head and held them in her palms, cleared her throat, and muttered a few words to them.

Two empty clumps of lice bounced in her palm as if nodding, then floated up from her hand, hovering in mid-air, drifting leisurely towards the direction she had come from, which was the direction of the tree holes where she had previously stored people.

Since I can't bring myself to eliminate those little witches, I'll let the little ones do it for me.

The empty louse will wrap around its target and continuously drain its life force, but at the same time it will paralyze and cut off the sense of pain. In other words, the person who is drained by them will not feel any pain at all. They will probably only feel a chill and a blur before their eyes, and then they will be standing outside the examination room.

This was much gentler than being whipped through the blue with her tentacles, then tied up and stuffed into a tree hole, and I wouldn't feel much guilty.

Miya felt that she was the most considerate little witch among all the opponents in this martial arts competition.

She clapped her hands, stood up, readjusted her backpack straps, bent down to pick up the small bamboo skewer resting on the nearby stone, and continued walking.

Miya was thinking that since there weren't many witches left, she would secretly gather a few more herbs and try to make a million-dollar evacuation.