Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Take off her clothes!"

The Prophet pointed at Amanda and said, and then she glanced at Betty. "So are you."

Soon two figures, one black and one white, were lying on the stone platform.

The one-armed woman opened a stone on the wall, took out a clay pot, and took the lid off. A stench rushed towards her face.

Stretching his only intact arm into the jar, there was a hissing sound, as if something was squirming inside.

There was a trace of pain on the face of the one-armed woman, her body shook violently, she gritted her teeth, and it took a full minute before she pulled out her arm.

There were three chopstick-like holes in the middle of her palm, and a wriggling snake tail could be vaguely seen around the holes.

Three small holes were opened in the palm of the hand, and there seemed to be something unknown squirming in the forearm, but the one-armed woman still gritted her teeth and came to the prophet with the jar.

"Ready!"

The Prophet nodded and came to Amanda with the jar.

"If your puppet is still alive, we will have a much greater chance of performing this ritual."

"puppet"

Betty was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say..."

The movement of the Prophet's hand paused slightly.

"You're a good boy, but sometimes you're a little too weak."

"I chose this girl carefully for you. Your destiny is in harmony, just like the sun and the moon, and she is the missing part of you."

"When I sent you to Bay Town, I told you that you can treat him as a friend, but you must know that you are the future of the tribe."

"And she will eventually be guided by you into the arms of the gods."

The Prophet sighed.

"But you are just too soft-hearted. After a few years of getting along, your relationship has become more and more close, but you actually regarded her as a friend."

"In order not to make you sad, I can only choose other ways to help you become a witch."

Betty listened quietly, seeming to fall into memory.

At that time, she didn't know what it meant by the so-called destiny, but she simply felt that Amanda fit her temperament and became friends with her.

But who knows, so many years of getting along with each other is a subtle influence. The connection between the two people has deepened unconsciously and cannot be separated.

"Your spirit is still a little weaker. This is very dangerous when you are promoted, so you need someone to help you share this mental pressure."

"And that's what this girl exists for."

As the prophet spoke, he dipped the liquid in the pot with his fingers, and the black liquid drew one symbol after another on Amanda's body.

Amanda kept her eyes closed the whole time.

"It's a pity that you don't want to hurt her, so I can only take another method, through the tree spirit reincarnation technique, let the new tree spirit become your slave, and then help you bear it when you are promoted."

She sighed.

"Unfortunately, it was all ruined by that shameful thief."

After the last symbol was drawn, the Prophet lowered his head and recited a few sentences. The black liquid on Amanda's body seemed to be alive, seeping into the surface of her skin, leaving only a dry mark.

The Prophet went to Betty.

"We have angered the Hunter Guild, and we can only leave here, but as long as you are alive, the tribe's hope is there."

"As a leader, I hope you can understand this in the future, don't just make one plan for everything, sometimes do more,

There are more options in the event of an accident. "

"If it wasn't because I arranged these in advance, your promotion would have failed."

The prophet took out the liquid and sketched on Betty's body. The strange thing was that the black liquid became as pale as bones when applied to Betty's body.

The two opposing colors of black and white echo Amanda on the side.

"First establish a connection, and then I will cultivate her into your zombie puppet. As long as you make some preparations, you can hope to be promoted to a real witch."

The prophet's voice was gentle, and Betty's spirit seemed to be relaxed, her eyes closed little by little, and it seemed that she might fall asleep at any time.

The last bit of coolness on the soles of the feet came, Betty knew that the rune had been drawn, the prophet chanted the incantation in a low voice, the cool liquid on the body surface instantly became hot, and then penetrated into the skin and penetrated into the body.

Before falling asleep, the last picture Betty saw was a trace of fanaticism on the prophet's face... and greed!

She faintly sensed something, but the next second the tide-like darkness hit, and she completely lost control of her body.

"Miss, you finally succeeded!"

The one-armed woman said excitedly.

The Prophet stood up straight, the muscles on his cheeks shaking, "Just a little bit, really only a little bit!"

"I was almost ruined by that kid!"

"When I succeed, I will peel off his skin and imprison his soul inside the animal, um..."

"Let me think, what animal should I choose this time?"

"Or just pick a dog, the one with a longer tongue looks more appealing."

The one-armed woman next to her said.

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room, like a mournful evil spirit.

"Prepare other items, we are going to start the ceremony."

the prophet commanded.

She looked at Betty lying on the stone platform.

"Poor little Betty, I'm sorry I deceived you, you're just a special girl, you can't be a witch at all."

"But you and your little friends are not useless at all. If you can help me recover from my injury, your death will become valuable."

She reached out and gathered Betty's hair, "Pretty girls are always attractive, but unfortunately, I originally wanted to keep you by my side forever."

"If it weren't for that kid, the core of the tree spirit should have begun to breed in your abdomen, and it will drain your blood..."

"Look, what a perfect plan, a living puppet born from a wombless sacrifice, your soul will be trapped in it, and then accompany me forever."

"And your body can heal me with this girl."

"I'm such a genius!"

The expression on the prophet's face gradually became hideous, "Bitch! It's all that bastard!"

She cursed loudly.

"Voodoo Queen"

"That should belong to me!"

"Come on, give me a little more time, and when I recover from the injury, I can return to Bordeaux and take back everything I have lost!"

At this moment, the one-armed woman walked quickly to her side, "Miss, everything is ready!"

"let's start."

There was an expectant smile on the Prophet's mouth.

At the same time, the three Rogers who followed the clues all the way also came to the depths of the swamp.