Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom - Chapter 193

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Klein felt that the witch in front of him seemed to have been seen somewhere, but now is not the time to think about it carefully.

While refraining from being seduced, he cautiously chatted with the woman, hoping to get more information about the foggy town.

Unexpectedly, the witch seemed to be particularly cooperative, not only revealing the dangers she knew, but also reminding him of the key precautions, as if sincerely sharing information with the latecomers to seek ideas for getting out of trouble.

This situation is not right… How could there be such a kind and generous witch?

Klein moved his left hand, reached into his pocket with his right hand and pinched the spell, and softly spit out the activation spell.

Over there, Klein was distracted and heard Panatia continue to say: “I have been seriously injured because of this.”

Senor’s eyes subconsciously looked at the wound on the woman’s fair skin under the collarbone.

Klein’s thoughts were suddenly torn apart, and sharp ravings echoed in his mind.

This makes sense! I said that a witch cannot be kind!

It wasn’t too difficult for Klein to control his brain that seemed to explode. After all, he was also the one who didn’t hang himself after experiencing the singing of the two hanged men.

With a snap of his fingers, Klein jumped out of the gray mill where he was hiding, and ran towards the distance. He already felt the silk thread extending from the other side.

“Hehe, why don’t you run away?”

The pure white robe and black hair were flying in the mist, and Panatia’s morbid laughter let out wantonly.

“I really only need a little bit a day.”

Klein detonated the flour mill and ignited everything along the way that could hinder the Witch’s footsteps, and the dead town suddenly boiled.

“As long as you are obedient, I can assure you that you can live for a long time.” Panatia’s voice became soft and pleasant again.

Senior stopped him, and Pannatia let her long black hair grow wildly without hesitation, wrapping Senior around.

Klein frantically fled forward without looking back, but he soon felt that his connection with Mi Puppet was severed.

“It’s very powerful, it sealed my plague.”

Panatia’s sweet smile instantly became crazy again.

“But so what! I’m going to eat your fingers first, they must have a tender and chewy taste, and you can just roast them with your own flame…”

There was no time to feel sorry for Miu, nor to rejoice that he was not infected, Klein’s thoughts were faster than his feet.

This is not going to work, I cannot escape the pursuit of the demigod witch, even if the flame jumps faster than her action, my spirituality must be exhausted before her.

Come to think of it, the danger has to be diverted, aren’t there other demigods here? You all come out quickly, don’t hide, there is a witch!

No one, is there any terrain? This is not a card bug and can’t beat it at all.

If eaten by a witch, can I still be resurrected? Resurrection in situ or can it be revived outside? Will it happen that Pannatia is eating while my body recovers…Pannatia is probably going crazy…No no, she is already half crazy…Then I will go crazy even if I can be resurrected.

The morbid and crazy laughter was like maggots attached to the bones, and the despair emerged little by little.

Suddenly, crimson suddenly brightened.

Panatia’s laughter stopped abruptly, she gave up her prey without hesitation, turned abruptly, and rushed into the nearest house, showing no signs of being half-mad or irrational.

Klein stopped in his tracks and also quickly entered a house.

It took a long time to recover from the previous injury, and he also recalled that Pannadia was the witch who appeared when Mr. A held the **** descending ceremony. It turned out that she was also sent in at that time, but he remembered that the lamp **** said The prince’s housekeeper was also given an elegant seat by the West Lake, so it was here… Forget it, I’m not in the mood to complain about the lamp god.

This is really an acquaintance in a foreign country… I don’t know if these two have merged with Pannatia and become her flesh and blood…

Klein quietly observed the suddenly noisy town through the window. Those people and the food in the room were all lifelike. They were definitely not living corpses, and they didn’t look like they were affected by the power of the night or the realm of death.

After thinking for a moment, Klein opened the vision of the thread of the spiritual body.

The eyes are suddenly occupied by dense illusory black lines, they emerge from the people walking on the street, emerge from the fresh food, and gather together in the same direction.

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Misty Town is a town made up of secret puppets!

Putting his body close to the window, Klein vaguely saw that the end point of the convergence was the center of the town, the dark ancient church, which was exactly the place that Pannatia mentioned was pregnant with great danger.

I must go there to see it, or I will be caught and eaten sooner or later when the mist re-cloaks the night sky.

Klein took out the gold coins and performed several divinations in a row, and got a reminder that he should wait until the crimson moon dimmed before exploring the church.

He made the glove of his left hand transparent, pierced through the wall in the direction of the church, and finally stopped at the last house in this row. The distance between it and the wall of the church was only tens of meters. Two flame jumps were enough for him to enter the church. Pannatia absolutely has no time to stop her.

Klein stood quietly by the window, watching the pedestrians coming and going outside the window, waiting for the clear time of the red moon to end.

Suddenly, his premonition of danger was triggered, and a shadow that suddenly came alive appeared in his mind.

Is there danger in the room too?

Is this my punishment for not doing a divination every time I go through a wall?

Missing the sneak attack, Mr. A came out of the shadow. He was covered by a hood turned into a shadow, and lost the aura of standing against the wind in a red robe when he met last time.

The witch barely survives by saving money, and Bishop Qiangwei survives by having a lot of money?

No wonder Mr. A seems to have lost a lot of weight…

Mr. A used his abilities recklessly, condensing a flaming spear. Klein was startled, and realized that Mr. A was much crazier than Pannatia, and seemed to have completely lost his mind.

That’s right, Pannatia can still hunt other people for food, but he can only avoid Pannatia and eat himself, Mr. A must be crazy hungry.

By the way, I have a bit of edible sanity… um, no, it’s the truth.

Klein took out a beef-flavored dried mushroom and threw it over. Mr. A paused while holding the illusory book to condense the flame spear. He suddenly reached out his left hand to catch the mushroom, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it. Chewing, creaking, reminded Kline of the sound of Panatia biting Senor’s fingers into pieces.

Mushrooms seem to have the effect of curing brain damage. Mr. A’s attack slowed down for a second, and his brain seemed to be finally ready to turn on. He raised his face and stared at Klein with burning eyes, but instinctively, he still projected a blazing white long gun.

Klein easily replaced himself with a paper doll and turned into ashes, while throwing a mushroom at the same time.

The pause button was pressed for Mr. A’s next attack, and he chose to eat mushrooms first.

Klein quickly extinguished the flames, diverted attention from the danger outside the house, and then threw the last mushroom over.

Mr. A finally turned on the machine. Using the little memory left, he ran the analysis module on UU Reading www.uukanshu.com for a while, made a judgment on the enemy’s combat power and current situation, and then put away the illusory tome.

He retreated into the shadow, in a state where he could manipulate the shadow to attack or use the shadow to leave at any time.

Klein retreated to the other corner, put his left hand behind his back, and pressed against the wall, ensuring that he could open the door and go out at any time.

The two looked at each other silently…the atmosphere did not become awkward…

After a moment of silence, Klein spoke first: “Have you found any clues to leave?”

Mr. A was indifferent.

After pondering for two seconds, Klein tentatively said again: “I heard that a few months ago, the true Creator sent down a strange oracle.”

“No…impossible! I didn’t hear…”

The shadow suddenly trembled like water waves, and Mr. A’s hoarse voice immediately sounded, the voice was full of pain and unwillingness.