The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Wait a minute."

Sigmund spoke suddenly, and he stepped forward to stand in front of Rebecca, carefully looking at Nancy through the door.

"What's wrong?" the girl smiled lightly.

Taking a deep breath, Sigmund shook his head, "It's nothing, I feel like I'm going to be hungry, what are you preparing for dinner?"

"Tomato beef brisket, red wine stewed oxtail, grilled prawns, sweet potato stewed lamb..." Nancy introduced them one by one with a smile.

"What a hearty meal, maybe we can have some dessert wine." Sigmund smiled, turned slightly to block Nancy's sight, and looked at Rebecca.

"What do you say?"

Seeing the emotion conveyed in Sigmund's eyes, Rebecca was taken aback for a moment but soon understood something, "This is indeed a good idea, I remember there were two bottles of Konos liqueur in the car, made from southern Brewed from exotic fruits on the island, the taste is very good.”

Rebecca clapped, clapped her hands, "I'll get the wine, for Nancy's health, we must have a good drink."

"Go and come back, we'll wait for you in the room." Sigmund said meaningfully, and then stepped into the room. Ashley made a gesture behind her and followed Sigmund into the room.

Snapped.

The door is closed tightly, isolating the two worlds inside and outside.

Seemingly knowing that someone was coming, the table was full of food, Nancy went to the first place, and Sigmund and Ashley sat on both sides.

"Ding!"

Ringing the dinner bell with a knife, Nancy seemed to indicate to the cook that the dinner was officially started, but after a while, there was no sound from the kitchen.

"Ding ding ding!"

After beating several times in a row, Nancy's face was slightly angry, as if the cook's negligence made her, the master, lose her demeanor.

At this moment, the chandelier above the dining room flickered, and the flame in the lamp tube flickered, reflecting Nancy's face deformed.

"I'm really sorry, it seems that I have to urge it myself." Nancy stood up, because she seemed to have forgotten to put down the knife in her hand because of her impatience, and ran to the kitchen like this.

"There's something wrong with this girl."

Ashley asked in a low voice. On the way here, Rebecca briefly introduced some of Nancy's situation. Due to personal habits and physical reasons, Nancy has been a vegetarian for a long time.

"Before I entered the room, I felt that there was a large amount of burning white candles in the room. In addition, a small amount of sulfur, charcoal, white eye juice, and vine flower essential oil were mixed. These are the necessary materials for certain ceremonies."

"Besides..." While speaking, Sigmund took a deep breath, but his face changed suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"The smell is gone...all those smells are gone."

"So it is!" At the same time, Nancy's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"No wonder Mary didn't answer my call."

There seemed to be the sound of something heavy being dragged in the direction of the kitchen, and then Sigmund saw an extremely strange scene.

The thin girl dragged the cook's obese body with one hand, while holding the table knife tightly with the other hand, the blunt blade cut back and forth between the cook's neck.

The white fat and bright red muscles rolled out, and the white bones were exposed in front of the two of them.

"Haha, no wonder she couldn't hear what I said. Everyone is dead, so of course she can't hear anything." Nancy turned her head and said solemnly with a smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry, let's continue eating."

Boom.

She let go, and the fat body of the cook fell to the ground.

Sigmund sat on the dining chair without moving, and Ashley also looked calm.

"It's really annoying, you really have a problem, look, there is a corpse on the ground!" Nancy yelled pretendingly.

"What are you?" Sigmund looked around, "What is this place?"

"This is Elm Street, my home." Nancy replied with a smile, and then she pretended to look at the door.

"Strange, just to get a bottle of wine, why hasn't Rebecca come back?"

"She won't come back." Sigmund stood up, and he planned to act directly if he couldn't ask the result.

"Ho ho ho..." Turning her back to Sigmund, Nancy turned her head 180 degrees, with a weird smile on her face.

"That's not necessarily the case." As he spoke, he pointed out the window casually, "Look, she's right there."

Through the glass window, Sigmund saw Rebecca holding the wine bottle.

"Why..." Ashley pushed away the chair, but Sigmund shook his head, "That's an illusion, there is no wine in my carriage."

Papapapa, Nancy clapped her hands excitedly, "You're right, but Rebecca is too close, so..." She stomped her feet lightly, and the next moment Sigmund looked at Ah Shili disappeared before her eyes.

"Welcome to my dream space!" Nancy opened her hands frantically.

"Thanks to this girl for freeing me completely. Unless someone touches your body in the real world, you will always be trapped in my dream space."

"I will drain your spirit little by little and occupy your body."

"When is it?" Sigmund asked calmly.

"Invitation at the door?" He frowned and thought for a moment.

"No, it was when you rang the bell." Because from then on, he couldn't catch the breath in the room.

"You nasty smart guy, your confident look really makes me sick, aren't you hungry? Please enjoy the food on the table."

Hearing her words, Sigmund lowered his head, not knowing when the sumptuous dinner had turned into a bloody feast.

Half a piece of blood-stained scalp floated in the clear soup before the meal, and the carefully selected southern fruits turned into eyeballs of different colors. In the wine glass made of skulls, there were gray and white brains that turned.

"No fear, no nausea, won't your mood fluctuate?" Nancy tilted her head and looked at Sigmund. It seemed that this series of actions was not due to some bad taste of hers.

But to mobilize Sigmund's emotions to the greatest extent.

"In this case, I can only start with the other two girls. I hope they will have fun in my paradise."

Nancy grinned, but just as she finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of her eyes, and a strong wind blew in, and a huge fist occupied her entire vision.

Boom!

Sigmund's arm hit Nancy's face without hindrance. After a muffled sound, the beautiful head shattered like jelly, and the skin, bones and brain matter were scattered everywhere, leaving only half of the face hanging. on the neck.

"Cruel man, look at what you've done to my face?" Nancy's only remaining eyeball on the opposite wall grumbled.

Slightly frowning, this punch of Sigmund was just a tentative attack, not very powerful, and what he was most worried about happened. In the opponent's dream, this thing seemed not afraid of any harm.

"So what?"

Gently flicking the arm, while raising the hand, the cane was completed, and it transformed for the first time. In the attack in the whip form, Sigmund had some mental damage.

"Terrible weapon."

Nancy's mutilated half of her face opened her mouth wide, and there was a trace of fear in the eyeballs of the wall.

Click!

Sawdust flew, and Sigmund smashed the tables and chairs in front of him, but he lost Nancy's figure in front of him.

Turning around, the woman suddenly disappeared, hanging upside down from the chandelier on the ceiling.

"It shouldn't exist." Nancy returned to her normal appearance in the blink of an eye after the flesh and blood reorganized. She opened her right hand and fixed her empty eyes on Sigmund.

The clenched weapon disappeared strangely.

The figure under the chandelier swayed, "This is our time."