The old woman glanced at the middle-aged witch next to her and saw that she was silent, so she didn't bother to say anything else.

Within a dozen breaths, the second witch hurriedly walked out of the woods, looking a bit resentful. She was also holding a piece of rope in her hand, which was the same piece of rope she had used to tie up the captain in black.

The witch walked back to the team, handed the rope back to the old woman, glared at the thin witch before, and complained to the old woman.

"Tsk, tsk! The first little hooves looked at the soft and weak appearance, and turned the captain into a dregs of medicine without even thinking about it. The second witch didn't get even a cent or a half of it."
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Hu Can'er clicked her tongue and sighed.

"You are not dead yet, but now you have no spiritual power, and you may become a mortal."

Cheng Yu looked at the rope in the old woman's hand. It looked ordinary, but compared with before, there was a little more spiritual power attached to it.

At this time, the thin witch naturally hid behind the old woman, and the other witches around her looked at her with envy;

Jealousy exists;

Surprises happen;

Those who turn a blind eye are nothing.

"Hesou!"

The old woman's soft drink relieved the frail woman's waist, and Hu Meizi immediately and thoughtfully translated in real time:

"It's time to get down to business."

Then the old woman led the witches to the open space under the stage, and looked at the dozens of people standing dumbly in the field. The eyes of the witches were firmly fixed on the other four Jinwu guards present.

But the old woman's eyes were always fixed on His Highness who fell to the ground. She took out her silver bell and shook it gently.

"Dingle bell!"

Another heartbreaking ringing sound spread out. Cheng Yu transmitted the message to Jia Fei. Sure enough, the cat demon only saw the silver bell shaking this time and did not hear the ringing.

The old woman suddenly frowned, muttered something in her mouth, and stepped forward. The witches behind her had already made a fuss over the four Jinwu guards.

Among them, the middle-aged shrine maiden was the most domineering. She had already monopolized the captain Jingo in yellow. She pushed him to the ground and pried open his mouth. She impatiently stuffed her tongue into the captain's mouth and stirred things up.

The old woman ignored them and walked directly to His Highness, wiped the blood that had gradually solidified on the ground, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sougri!"

The old woman shouted, and the witches who were snatching the man behind her heard the words and immediately left the Jingo Guard behind and quickly gathered behind the old woman.

The middle-aged witch had no choice but to abandon the Kingo Guard in her arms, smack her lips, and return to the formation as the last one, forming a unified circle with other witches to guard against the outside world.

"What did the old woman shout?"

The cat demon asked in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Something's wrong."

Translated by Hu Meizi.

I saw a fierce light in the old woman's eyes, and a thick black mist emitted from the silver bell in her hand, which was three times more ferocious than the spray directed at the black-clothed captain just now, and hung high above the head of His Highness who fell to the ground.

"Hey!"

With a soft roar from her, thick black mist hit His Highness' head.

"Woo!"

A whirlwind seemed to be blowing in the field, and the black mist formed a strange arc just an inch away from the back of His Highness's head. The black mist attracted the sight of all the witches and turned to the brass incense burner in the hand of a boy next to him.<

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In just one breath, all the black mist was sucked into the exquisite incense burner.

"Hulala!"

In an instant, the eight witches turned around in unison, forming a diamond formation with the old woman as the arrow. Except for the three in the front facing the boy holding the incense, the four in the back faced outwards, each responsible for a direction.

Only the thinnest little miko reacted a step late. After seeing all the girls returning to their positions, she stepped into her own position.

The boy holding the incense still stood frozen in place, and the incense burner in his hand began to tremble slightly.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

There was a metallic banging sound inside the incense burner, and the noise became louder and louder, until it gradually calmed down after taking a few deep breaths.

"Sudden!"

The stove top cover suddenly jumped slightly, and a faint black gas leaked out, mixed with a scent and floated in the air.

The boy holding the incense was like a puppet suddenly coming to life. He remained motionless and slowly turned his head little by little, staring at the shrine maidens opposite him.

After the boy looked at the witches expressionlessly, he stared at the leading old woman and raised the corner of his mouth:

"Who did I say, it turned out to be you..."

Seeing the boy speak, all the witches and old women seemed to be under invisible pressure and took a collective step back.

When the boy saw this, he turned around, took a step forward, and said with a faint smile:

"So many years have passed..."

The diamond-shaped formation of the witches took another step back. The boy held the incense and took another step forward. He stared at the leading old woman and said quietly:

"Nopes, you old witch, you're not dead yet."
Chapter completed!