Release that Witch

The nightingale walked slowly along the mountain path.

The road under her feet is not wide, the side is a huge stone wall, and the opposite is a steep mountain rock. The distance between them is about one foot wide, and the middle gully is not deep. She carefully leaned against the stone wall to avoid slipping down.

Looking up, there is only a tiny line of light shining in the sky, like a silver wire hanging in the night sky. But she knew that it was just past noon at the moment - even during the day, she needed to raise the torch, and the light coming in through the rock wall was not enough to illuminate the road ahead. After walking for a long time, she even gave birth to the illusion that she was walking inside the mountains.

The only advantage here is that despite the chilling winds in the mountains and the heavy snow, the walls of the gorge remain unaffected. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall from the top of the head, and fall on the mountain wall or the path and quickly turn into water vapor. There is a temperature that is not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally she can see the heat rising in the abyss under her feet.

If not, she would not dare to go to the desolate mountains alone in the demon month. The fog can hide her body, but it can't isolate the temperature. If you walk on a cold wind, it is estimated that you will die in the snow without an hour.

I can't wait for a moment here because she always feels that something is watching herself in the dark, making her feel creepy.

If you can, the nightingale hopes to go all the way in the fog, but her physical strength does not support her to do so. Long-term abilities will quickly exhaust her.

The nightingale raised the torch, and the opposite mountain rock flickered. In the faint fire, she occasionally saw the shadows of different sizes on the opposite stone wall. The nightingale knows that those are caves, because they are so deep that the light can't shine in and it looks like a group of shadows. The stone walls that are close to each other are in the same position, and there is also a corresponding deep hole.

This reminds her of the rumors of the North Slope mine, which was said to have been the nest of underground monsters. There are many winding roads in all directions, which are all carved out by monsters. The North Slope Mountain is just one of the corners of the desolate mountains. Will there be passages in these caves that are connected to the mines?

This thought made her shudder.

To the west of the Desperate Mountain Range is a wild land where no one has set foot. If you can dig up countless holes in the mountains of the mountains that have stretched for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that only monsters living in wild land will be able to do it.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and she concentrated on moving on.

Finally, the road ahead changed, the shoulder width of the road was divided into two, one slightly upward, and one straight down, extended to a deeper place, the end quickly fell into the dark, no one knows this road Where does the last pass. Standing at the fork point, the feeling of being stared has become very strong, as if there are countless pairs of eyes in the darkness looking at myself, making her mouth dry and scalp numb.

The nightingale bites his teeth, turns on the fog, and walks up quickly. Soon, the strange feeling disappeared.

As the altitude rises, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver line at the top of the head is also wider. After half an hour, a huge cave appeared in her right front, and the lower edge of the hole was slightly higher than the road. She lifted her leg into the hole and could see the fire in the depths of the cave.

Here is where the co-help club hides.

The nightingale took the fog and was immediately alerted by the witch who was in charge of the alert. A black gas wall was in front of her, but it quickly disappeared into the invisible. In the dark, the voice of the companion’s surprise sounded. "You are back!"

Finally came back, she thought, but when I noticed the two white cloths wrapped around my companion's arm, the mood of the nightingale just swelled again. "There are two sisters..."

The voice of the other party has been stagnant for a moment. "Oh... Ah, Aining and Aich, they didn't survive adulthood five days ago." She smiled reluctantly. "This is a frequent occurrence, isn't it? Don't say This is it, hurry to the camp, Wendy has been chanting you for a long time."

Ai Ning and Ai Xi, a pair of twins brought out from the wealthy families in Longling, ended their lives in this mountain. The nightingale sometimes suspects that it is correct to do so. If you don't leave the two, at least they can enjoy a good life before the death, instead of having to follow the drifting and drifting days.

But when I think of Wendy, there is a warm current in the heart of the nightingale. If she does not lend a helping hand to herself, I am afraid that she is still like a puppet, and she is used as a tool that can be discarded at any time. By the way, tell her about this news earlier and tell all the sisters that they don’t have to hide from Tibet like a mouse. Some people are willing to accept them, and... there may be more than enough annual awakening days!

Walking into the camp, the nightingale saw a familiar figure sitting on the campfire and handling the food. When the man hadn't arrived, she couldn't help but shout out: "Wenty, I am back."

The other side made a move, looked up, and then revealed the familiar smile of the nightingale, "Veronica, welcome home."

Wendy is a very kind woman and the earliest member of the Communist Youth League. Now that she is 30 years old, she can't see a wrinkle on her face. The reddish-brown straight hair is almost waist-length, and the facial features are mature and charming. For everyone, it is like a big sister. She cares about every sister of the co-sponsor, whether it is daily life or psychological counseling, she can help as much as she can. If it wasn't for Wendy, it would be impossible for the Aid to gather so many witches so quickly.

It was because of meeting her that the nightingale resolutely got out of the family and set foot on her journey to find the holy mountain. She is also one of the few people who know their original name.

"How many times have I said, I am no longer the weak girl of the past," the night shook his head and shook his head. "I am now a powerful witch, and Veronica has ceased to exist."

"You used to be you too. Getting rid of the nightmare of the past does not mean to give up with the past," Wendy said softly. "Of course, you like it. Nightingale, I have been waiting for you to come back, all the hard work."

“Well,” the nightingale stepped forward and hugged her, “Thank you.”

For a moment, Wendy asked: "How is that girl, you... couldn't you save her?"

Speaking of this, the nightingale suddenly came to the spirit. She grabbed the other's arm and said excitedly: "No, she doesn't need me to save. On the contrary, she saved us all!" Then she will tell the story of Bianbu Town in detail. All over again, "The lord there is called Roland Wimbledon, the four princes of the Grey Fort Kingdom. He is willing to take us in. And he promises that one day, the witch will be like a free man in his territory. Live the same!"