The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

The scene in front of me is more like an oil painting scene.

It was the plain where the sun was about to set. The vast and boundless fields were covered with golden afterglow, and countless seedlings were swaying in the wind, giving people a feeling of soothing and peacefulness.

Louise stood on the path in the fields, her fingertips crossed the golden ears of wheat, the smell of harvest soaked into the tip of her nose, and her eyes turned to the distant distance. The chrysanthemum red dusk and the light yellow fields shone together, making it impossible to distinguish the plain

Where is the boundary of

This seems not to be Bernardi's work...

"Whose dream is this?"

Louise murmured softly, because she found that she had lost all her extraordinary abilities here and could only be considered an ordinary person.

"This is not a dream, this is the depths of the soul, the ocean of human subconsciousness."

Soon, a voice gave the answer, only hearing the sound, but not seeing the person.

"Who are you?" Louise asked.

"I am me." The voice that was unrecognizable and even forgotten after hearing it.

What is this answer... Louise was dissatisfied, and as this faint emotion arose, the wheat ears around her swinged slightly larger. She walked forward aimlessly and continued to ask:

"Why am I here?"

"Because I want to meet you."

This sounds calm, but it hides a kind of majesty that is absolutely unquestionable, as if you must appear here because I want to see you...

"Why do you want to see me?" Louise picked a wheat ear and put it in front of her, saying, "Do I know you?"

"Because you killed Jason Beria." The voice rang again, without explaining too much, as if it was just to answer the question.

Louise asked in confusion: "So what?"

The voice cooperated with the tacit answer, "Jason Belia has a mission, but now he has been killed by you."

"What mission?" Louise asked calmly.

She should have known Jason Beria's mission very well, but now she seems to be clear about nothing, and raised this question. If you look closely, Louise's expression and state are obviously different from usual.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten all the complexities and worries, and her whole body was as calm as water, returning to her original state... To describe it in one word, it might be "innocence".

The voice did not pause and said, "Assassinate the Duke of Negan."

"Duke Negan?" A confused expression appeared on Louise's face: "Why do you want to assassinate him?"

"This is the choice of the times." The voice replied.

This sentence seemed to have caused Louise's reaction. The ears of wheat in her hand were slowly falling off, and she asked curiously:

“Who gave Jason Beria this mission?”

The voice said, "Me and the organization I am in."

"What tissue?" Louise asked, the ears of wheat in her hand were falling off at a faster pace.

The voice paused and replied calmly:

"The Dusk Hermits' Association."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wheat ears in Louise's hand fell off cleanly, leaving only a dry straw. The expression on her face seemed to be becoming vivid, but the next second, another one appeared on her hand.

A fresh ear of wheat, although she did not bend over to pick it.

"But Jason Belia is dead and can no longer complete his mission." Louise calmly narrated the facts and then asked, "What is your purpose in meeting me?"

The voice said calmly: "Since Jason Beria died at your hands, then his mission will naturally be accomplished by you."

"What is the price?" Louise was not surprised in this state, only calmness, as if nothing could shake her mind.

"The opportunity to join the 'Twilight Hermits'." The voice replied.

Louise thought for two seconds before asking:

"What's the price you pay Jason Beria?"

"A blasphemy card made by Rossell, the 'Abyss' card." The voice gave the answer truthfully.

Louise suddenly turned around, looked at the side of the empty man, and asked:

"Why isn't the 'witch' card?"

She omitted some questions, but the owner of the voice understood in his heart and said:

"When you join the 'Dutch Hermit Club', you will naturally have a chance to get the 'Witch' card... But do you really need it?"

Louise was silent, and the wheat ears in her hand were slightly shaking, but the wheat ears on the entire field became silent in an instant, as if the picture was frozen here.

"I can't kill Duke Negan," she said.

"Someone will help you." The voice replied.

Louise also said: "Even if the assassination is successful, I will be found and killed by the demigods of the three major churches."

"No one will kill you," the voice replied.

"Can you promise?" Louise asked.

The voice replied, "I can guarantee it."

Louise did not continue to ask questions, but looked down at the ears of wheat in her hand. After a long time, she decided:

"I accept your terms."

The joy that the voice achieved without purpose was still as calm as before:

"I look forward to that day."

"So, goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, Louise's figure disappeared, leaving only the ear of wheat floating in the air.

The whole golden field regained its vitality, but the next second it turned over. Large fields of wheat disappeared, the sunset at dusk disappeared, and everything in the world seemed to have become an illusion, only the Luyi The wheat ears left by the silk float quietly in the air.

I don’t know how long it took, countless white bones stood up from the ground, forming a magnificent white church, but there was no sense of holy and nobility.

The ear of wheat slowly moved through the illusory space and the church gate, floated to the prayer hall, and was grabbed in the palm of the hand by a pair of white palms. Then a voice came from the inside of the church, talking to Louise just now. The sound was completely consistent, and there seemed to be a little doubt in the sound:

"secret……"

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Louise disappeared from the endless wilderness and slowly fell into the mortal world, but she did not wake up immediately.

In her sleep, she had an indescribable smile on her face, her eyes were closed, and her whole body was relaxed, as if she was experiencing the bliss of this world and was immersed in it.

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The next day, the sun appeared in Beckland for a long time, and the warm sunshine came into people's eyes, and the whole city came to life.

When the first sun shone into the bedroom and warmth hits on her cheeks, Louise finally woke up and had never felt so wonderful.

She stretched her waist wide, and her slim and seductive curves were undoubtedly revealed.

Immediately afterwards, her hands were stiff in the air, her expression was a little dull, and her body fell back into the bed.

She remembered her dream last night.