"Not as good as you?"

After a brief pause, the witch's will seemed to be irritated, her tone became high-pitched, and Hina even heard her clenching teeth in a trance.

"Fake! They are just using false hopes and illusions to confuse and anesthetize these wild dogs. When my true self comes to your door, you will see if these wild dogs will break the chains around their necks and throw themselves at me!"

Faced with the witch's loud shouting, Xina just smiled faintly and replied to her with three words.

"You're in a hurry."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Hearing the furious voice of the witch in her heart, Xina suddenly felt that the so-called dominating witch was just a seven-year-old child who only relied on her strength to vent her emotions wantonly, not even as good as Ying Caiqing.

But that's it.

When she forcibly absorbed the witch's spiritual energy, she had already expected that the witch's will would also invade her body along with this spiritual energy, but she couldn't control that much at the time. She couldn't watch Xia Ming go out alone for her.

And kept getting hurt.

When she absorbed the witch's spiritual energy several times before, she only encountered her messy and scattered dark negative emotions. But this time, she was probably going to have a long-lasting tug of war with the witch's will. She was still a little nervous.

Xia Ming had already told her that day that she would only treat Ying Caiqing as a naughty and easy-to-tease child. She knew that Ying Caiqing would not threaten her peace of mind, but at this moment, she felt a sense of boredom for no reason.

, even...hate.

There are many small towns like this in the wilderness. Some of them were destroyed and abandoned during the great cataclysm a hundred years ago. Some of them may have been impacted by wild beasts and disasters in the past hundred years, or they may have encountered some sudden natural or man-made disasters that led to the loss of human life.

The city was empty and gradually became deserted.

"No, there's something wrong with you."

"No...no."

Xina's body first trembled with inexplicable nervousness, and then relaxed again.

There are many such examples, and one of the most widely circulated stories in the Federation is the mutation called "The Fog of Valhalla."

"Are you sure you have not been affected by the witch's will?" He stared at Xina's eyes, those lake-blue pupils, and said seriously every word.

The abandoned town where Xina's team is camping now may have experienced some terrible natural disaster and was abandoned, but this has nothing to do with them.

The seven-year-old girl was frightened, stammered, waved her hands and backed away, leaving the room.

"Ha ha."

Xia Ming reached out and grabbed her palm, his slender and flexible fingers swimming lightly between her fingers like fish.

"Sheena."

His deep black eyes were looking at hers seriously and solemnly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Xia Ming suddenly reached out and held her wrist.

It is said that there was once a city called Valhalla in the wilderness where tens of thousands of people lived. One night, a thick fog suddenly rose, and tens of thousands of people in the city disappeared into thin air.

"The will of the witch?"

Xina smiled with satisfaction.

She picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, put it to her mouth and blew on it, staring at Xia Ming's pale and weak cheeks with tenderness and pity, and was about to feed the spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

Ying Caiqing was stunned for a moment when her things were taken away. She was about to complain angrily, but when Xina looked at her eyes, she suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in her heart. She was so frightened that she took a few steps back.

Dare to speak.

After hearing this, Xina stood up obediently and put the things in her hands on the table aside, then sat back next to Xia Ming.

She didn't realize it herself, but in Xia Ming's eyes, her temperament, behavior and tone of voice were all so different from her usual self.

Those eyes that were always gentle and loving, as clear and beautiful as the sky and lake water, now seemed to have turned into a strange and ominous scarlet...or was it pitch black?

"What's up?"

Is it really so?

The team following Xina grew.

She was complaining and disgusting, but there was a deep worry and concern in her eyes.

Xina chuckled lightly, showing a hint of sarcasm, "How could that be? That guy is like a seven-year-old child who loses his temper. It's so ridiculous. How could I be affected by her?"

When the sun rose the next day, there was no one left in the deserted city, and there was no sound of any living person in the cold and silent buildings...

As soon as the accommodation was arranged, Xina hurried to the bedroom that everyone had prepared for her and Xia Ming. Xia Ming was already awake in the bedroom, but she was lying on the bed a little weakly with pillows under her body.

Xia Ming released his palms, stared into Xina's eyes, and said slowly: "Put aside the porridge and spoon in your hands. Now I want you to cooperate with me to do something."

Seeing this scene, Xina suddenly felt a trace of unreasonable irritability and gloom in her heart. She walked up to Ying Caiqing, snatched the bowl and spoon from her hand with an indifferent expression, and said lightly:

The thick fog in Valhalla is listed by the Federation as one of the top 30 serial mutations. This terrifying and strange thick fog will randomly appear in a town in the wilderness every few years, swallowing up all living creatures in the area.

And empty.

A few hours later.

A clear certainty appeared in Xia Ming's eyes. He suddenly straightened up, and the palm holding Xina's wrist became very hard.

He was extremely sure that the beautiful and pure white paper of his nun sister seemed to be contaminated by some evil force.

What I saw just now seemed to be just an illusion, the scarlet red and pitch black seemed to have disappeared, and the beautiful and elegant nun sister was looking at her with soft eyes and a beautiful voice.

Xina thought that the witch's will was nothing more than this, but a soul that was put on an experimental table and subjected to thousands of tortures, dissections, cuts and sutures could persist and become tougher and stronger. Her will was really just this.

?

Could even Hina's self-confidence be an arrogant idea born under the influence of the witch's will?

"Okay, Sheena."

At night, they came to an abandoned town.

But now it seems that it is not as painful as the previous attacks by the witch's negative emotions.

The smile on the corner of Xina's mouth lifted slightly, as if she had heard some joke.

"Xia Ming, what are you talking about? Of course I'm fine. It's you who's lying on the hospital bed who's still in bad health, isn't it?"

"Long-legged girl, you...!"

"Let me do it."

"Are you... okay?" he asked softly.

The seven-year-old girl was feeding him a bowl of steaming thick porridge with some difficulty, muttering something in her mouth, "I like to show off my strength and be a hero. Next time, let them beat him to death for not cherishing his body."

alright".

"Sister Sister, your performance today was very good, completely beyond my expectations."

Xia Ming's tone gradually slowed down, giving people a relaxed and soft feeling of comfort, and his fingers slowly inserted deeply into the gaps between Hina's fingers, interlocking with her fingers.

"I want to reward the nun sister well, so that the nun sister will have more motivation to deal with the witch in the future."

He slowly showed a charming smile towards Xina.
Chapter completed!