Chapter 2527: Out-of-Control Soul Summoning

"She" in his ear laughed lightly, and Xia De, who was concentrating on casting the spell, only saw the witch covered by the canvas disappear like a living person, making the bulging cloth fall completely onto the picnic cloth.

He took away the canvas and saw a palm-sized rag doll with gray-black hair lying on the picnic cloth. The eyes of the rag doll were sewn with black buttons, the nose was a red cloth ball, and there was a smug smile on its face.

"This..."

He lifted the canvas again to cover it, and the witch reappeared when the canvas was removed. She sat up holding the picnic cloth, looked at him for a few seconds, and then looked away:

"This transformation is not right. My human form is the result of transformation itself. It can actually force transformation on the basis of the transformation state... It seems that the curse state really has a great impact on me... This time doesn't count. I'll try again when I'm in a better state."

After speaking, she turned her head away from Xia De, leaving only her side face to him. At this time, even the roots of her ears were red.

Xia De was very sensible and did not discuss this topic again before lunch ended. When they set off again and moved deeper into the forest, the witch simply turned into an owl and stood on Xia De's shoulder:

"I have the habit of taking a nap. You don't mind me standing on your shoulder and resting for a while, do you?"

"I don't mind, but aren't you the one pointing the way?"

"I'll tell you the direction, and I'll wake up when I get there."

Xia De felt that she definitely didn't want to take a nap, she just wanted to forget about the transformation as soon as possible.

Around 1:30 in the afternoon, the two finally reached the destination chosen by the witch. It was a deserted village located in the forest. Most of the low houses had collapsed, and most of the buildings were adobe houses, which looked like they had been abandoned for at least half a century.

"Danister and I came here a hundred years ago. Sure enough, it has been abandoned. I just don't know if the villagers moved to the city collectively or for other reasons."

The owl stood on Xia De's shoulder, and after Xia De walked through the deserted village, he came to the cemetery outside the village.

There were few residents in such small villages in the forest, and there were no churches, fences, and graveyards like in big cities.

It looked like just a sparse forest with slightly undulating ground. The past graves had merged with the earth. But there was indeed a strong death force here. If someone committed suicide in this kind of place, they would likely become an evil spirit.

"Maybe I am still lacking in transformation, but soul summoning is definitely no problem."

The owl flapped its wings and flew up, so the witch appeared beside Xia De again.

She didn't just direct Xia De to do the work, but set up the ritual site in the village cemetery with Xia De. However, because there were too few traces left after the corpse exploded, this time only one soul could be summoned.

After everything was set up, the somewhat unstable ten-ring life ring floated behind the witch. Xia De placed the residual tissue of the corpse in a metal basin filled with water. She asked Xia De to step back a few steps, and she stood in the center of the ritual site holding the metal basin:

"Death is with me."

After a soft call, she poured the liquid and floating objects in the basin onto the ground at her feet. Then, under Xia De's slightly surprised gaze, the ground under Miss Winster's feet gradually became transparent, until the ground under her feet turned into a black water surface.

The water surface expanded as the water flowed outward, and finally, with her feet as the center, it formed a circular area with a diameter of about five meters.

Clearly, the sky was bright at this moment, and the mottled tree shadows of the early autumn afternoon sun were reflected in the forest, but the area where she was located seemed to have fallen into eternal darkness.

The golden light on the witch's body kept her from being swallowed by the darkness, but the way her body trembled slightly showed that she still felt uncomfortable.

Xia De was outside that dark area, but the familiar coldness that pierced the soul let him know what Flora Winster had done: she endured the double coldness of body and soul, partially projected a part of "real death" into the world of the living, and could ensure that the death was stably fixed and would not spread:

"The Great Witch of Death, really worthy of this position, she is not just a transformation master!"

Although Sister Daelin could directly open the passage to "real death," that was done by relying on the power of the chosen one. Now Miss Winster projected "real death" into the real world, but purely by relying on her own talent and the power of the witch.

This not only requires a deep understanding of death, but also requires limiting the invasion of death into the world of the living. Xia De himself thought he could not do this kind of thing.

However, Miss Winster obviously didn't do this often. Looking at her trembling movements, she knew that the impact of death on her was not small.

She didn't talk to Xia De again, but quickly cast a spell on the corpse remains at her feet. After more than ten seconds, a soul emitting a faint white light stood with her in the darkness.

This was the soul of the seven-ring warlock, but even in the soul state, it made the witch frown because it was a man.

She wanted to end this terrible soul summoning environment as soon as possible, so she asked directly:

"How big is the 【Tree Hole Association】?"

Although Xia De was less than ten meters away from her, the witch's voice heard by Xia De seemed to drift from a very far place, and it also carried an echo.

"We are a big family, all of us act for a goal, we... have at least one hundred and eighty people."

The soul with a dull expression finally failed to resist.

Miss Winster frowned deeply:

"What is the highest-level ring warlock in your organization? How many are there?"

"Twelve rings, I only know three of them."

It's good news that there is no thirteen rings.

"How many of your people are in the Vesta Forest area now?"

She continued to ask, her right hand already grabbing her left arm. She wanted to use this action to warm herself.

The dull soul continued to answer:

"I don't know, my companion and I are only responsible for monitoring the time fluctuation traces of the old Bennett mansion."

The light on the soul answering the question had begun to flicker, and the witch's forced questioning made this soul quickly become unstable:

"How do you monitor the time fluctuation traces?"

"Ritual, I don't understand these."

"What results have your monitoring and investigation had?"

"Creekwood Town, there is a big net, bloodline, time travel, contradiction..."

The soul began to appear and disappear on the dark water, so his words became intermittent.

Miss Winster hurriedly continued to ask:

"Besides looking for the time tree hole, do you have any other purposes for coming to Creekwood Town?"

The soul that had almost turned half black and merged with that strange area:

"Heard... chat... big event... chosen one..."

"What?"

The witch looked at the soul in surprise:

"Wait, what chosen one?"

But the soul that was almost about to disappear suddenly became clear again, but the pure white spirit was dyed black, and it stretched out its hands to choke Miss Winster's neck:

"Why can you live!"

"Because I am a living person."

The girl with gray-black hair waved her hand, and the surrounding darkness immediately swallowed the soul, bringing this soul that should have left back to where it belonged.

She had done this kind of thing many times before, but she didn't expect that after the darkness swallowed the soul, when she tried to disperse the water at her feet, countless gray and withered hands appeared from the darkness in front of her:

"Why can you live!"

"So painful, so painful!"

"I don't like eating beef!"

"Hate, hate!"

"Let's go together!"

Miss Winster immediately retreated, ignoring the surprise, and waved her right hand again, wanting to let the death she summoned bring these things that should not appear in the world of the living back:

"Terrible, are the consequences of level reduction so serious?"

But while the dead silence swallowed these withered hands, she found that her body was actually being swallowed by the dark water from her feet.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, she hurriedly wanted to cancel the miracle and disperse death. The process of interrupting the spell was very smooth, but she found that the darkness around her was not replaced by sunlight. Instead, this darkness and the water at her feet became more and more real, while the sunlight of the living world was getting further and further away from her.

This was not death spreading to the world of the living, but she was being dragged to the world of the dead.

Death froze the soul, making the flow of spirit in the body almost completely stop. She struggled to continue retreating, but her already transparent feet seemed to be stuck to the water surface, and the scenery of the forest around her had completely disappeared.

Silver light shone from afar. The terrified Flora Winster looked up and forward, and one after another transparent white souls appeared around her at some point, passing by her side and walking toward the source of the light.

She didn't want to know what the increasingly bright silver light in front of her was, but her body raised her head uncontrollably. So the huge silver moon, half-sunk in the distance of the water, illuminated her face. The emptiness of death hidden deep in the soul completely infected her, and her eyes turned silver under the moonlight.

"Moon..."

She raised her originally immobile feet and tried to move forward, and then felt heat erupting from her right arm. A hand grabbed her arm tightly.

The cold skin only regained consciousness when the body was dragged backward. Then she turned her stiff neck slightly and saw Xia De dragging her and retreating constantly.

This feeling was very familiar. In the morning in the study, she was pulled back to "now" by this hand. And looking closely at this time, Xia De indeed stepped on this phantom-like dark water, and the sunlight was returning, and the heat unique to the living on his body seemed to be dispelling all the cold and emptiness here. ===== CHAPTER 2528 =====