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Chapter 109: The Hell Witch's Little Treasure
Chapter 109: The Hell Witch's Little Treasure
"Just a little more, just a little more, little treasure, hurry up and hatch."
The aged witch hunched over, gazing at the nearly meter-high flesh egg before her. The originally black-green flesh now bore ominous patterns, seemingly the result of the witch's modifications.
"The Thin Ghost failed? As expected, it's a waste. No wonder it only dares to attack children and women," the witch's expression turned dark.
The Pumpkin Head Wraith was summoned by her, originally intended to harvest fear and souls to nourish this flesh egg. The Thin Ghost, however, was different. Unlike the Pumpkin Head Wraith, the Thin Ghost was more of a curse. It would only appear when someone triggered the corresponding curse, otherwise, it would randomly kill.
The only similarity between the two was that they both came from Hell.
Compared to Hell, the witch was more optimistic about this flesh egg from beyond the heavens.
Each time she injected fear and hellish energy, the flesh egg would swell a bit. The greed of the creature inside even frightened the witch, but the more greedy it was, the better. The more it consumed, the easier it would be to bind it in a contract later.
As the last trace of fear was injected, the top of the flesh egg burst open, and a bizarre insect with four pairs of segmented legs and a long tail crawled out. Behind its legs, a pair of fleshy appendages dangled, making it look like a combination of a crab and a scorpion.
The witch was taken aback by the sight, for the difference was too great. The flesh egg was a meter high, but this strange insect was only as big as a human face, completely disproportionate.
Before the witch could react, the insect suddenly lunged at her with astonishing speed.
She had no time to react as the strange insect leaped onto her face, its four pairs of segmented legs gripping her face tightly like steel clamps, and its long tail instantly coiled around her neck.
But that wasn't the main issue. The insect seemed to inject something into her body, which filled her with dread, followed by a suffocating sensation.
After a few minutes of struggling, the witch finally managed to pull the insect off her face. Long blood streaks were visible on her face, and vivid red welts encircled her neck.
"Dead? This is impossible, how could it be so easy to die?" The witch looked at the motionless insect on the ground, which no longer had any sign of life.
"This is impossible. Such a powerful extraterrestrial life form cannot die, especially after being nourished with hellish energy and fear. It absolutely cannot die," the witch's expression was one of disbelief.
She knew that this flesh egg had consumed a great deal of her resources. If she could successfully bind it in a contract and extract the life force of this extraterrestrial insect, she could live another hundred years, and even advance her witchcraft.
Her power came from Hell, or rather, all extraordinary powers originated from Hell. The Pumpkin Head Wraith and the Thin Ghost were no exception, and even the serial killer Sissel, who enjoyed stuffing sausages, derived his power from Hell.
If she were to die, she would fall into Hell, a place filled with devils, demons, wraiths, and all sorts of terrifying creatures.
However, it was not impossible to escape, but each time she returned to the mortal world, it was a dangerous journey, and she had to solve the problem of her life force. The witch had once fallen into Hell and barely escaped with her life.
During this process, she gained a wealth of witchcraft knowledge, which allowed her to avoid death.
"Cough, no, my life force is weakening. Is it a curse?" The witch felt exhausted, a sensation she hadn't experienced since returning from Hell.
But now, it was undeniably present.
She didn't know what the insect that hatched from the extraterrestrial flesh egg was, but she knew that while there was no heaven in the sky, there was Hell underground.
So, her first thought was that it was a curse. As for parasitism? She didn't feel any discomfort or foreign presence; this exhaustion more closely resembled a curse in her witchcraft knowledge.
Suddenly, the murky crystal ball in her hand became hazy. The witch, who was about to perform a ritual to expel the curse, paused.
Her gaze fixed on the crystal ball, trying to discern something from the haze.
"Damn it, someone has betrayed my location." Soon, the witch understood the warning from the crystal ball.
She realized that her previous attempt to reclaim the Pumpkin Head Wraith had been too bold, which had made the townsfolk of Ackerman wary. Now, the mayor, who had learned of her hiding place, was on his way to find the priest.
If it were just a priest, the witch wouldn't be afraid. However, the problem was that the priest was accompanied by a hundred Red Robed Acolytes, who were truly powerful. Neither the Pumpkin Head Wraith nor the Thin Ghost could match them, let alone her.
Although she was a witch who had returned from Hell, it didn't mean she was strong in direct combat. She was more skilled in curses and summoning.
But currently, neither of these methods could harm the priest or the Red Robed Acolytes. She had tried cursing them, but they were protected by multiple layers of defense, making it impossible for her curses to penetrate.
As for cursing the Red Robed Acolytes, that was even more impossible. The witch suspected that these Red Robed Acolytes, like her, had returned from Hell and were skilled in combat. They might even be part of the Red Robed Crusaders who had once campaigned against Hell a hundred years ago.
"I have to find a new place to hide. Otherwise, if I get caught, they'll definitely burn me," the witch's expression was uncertain. She finally decided to leave, knowing that if she couldn't fight them, she could at least avoid them.
She quickly surveyed her surroundings. She had too many possessions and could only take a portion with her. As a two-hundred-year-old old woman, she was not physically strong and couldn't carry much.
As for using witchcraft? That was even more impossible. She didn't have the corresponding spells. As a witch, she cared more about extending her lifespan. Only by staying alive could she avoid returning to Hell.
Therefore, most of her witchcraft was focused on extending her life, not on combat.
Even so, the lifespan she gained was barely enough. She needed to continue researching the appropriate witchcraft.
For example, summoning the Pumpkin Head Wraith to take revenge for someone in exchange for their soul. This soul would be used to extend her life, but it wasn't entirely hers. The Pumpkin Head Wraith took 90%, and she took 10%.
This would have been acceptable if there were no losses in the process. In reality, she only gained a year of life from this deal, and she hadn't even received it yet because the Pumpkin Head Wraith had been hung on the church wall as a decoration by Qin Muye.
If the Pumpkin Head Wraith couldn't kill Andy in prison, this deal would become a bad debt, and the witch would suffer a significant loss.
Summoning the Pumpkin Head Wraith was her initial investment. She thought it would be an easy job, but it had turned out this way. Otherwise, she wouldn't have provoked Qin Muye, all to ensure the Pumpkin Head Wraith's revenge and complete the deal.
Perhaps she had become too accustomed to smooth sailing, which led to this situation.
But now, it was too late to do anything. She needed to leave and find a new place to lay low.
She quickly gathered some important items. As for the extraterrestrial flesh egg, she abandoned it. It was too large and already dead, so it had little value.
Therefore, she decided to take some essential witchcraft materials and potions instead. She would find a new place to rise again, and she would have to leave behind what she couldn't carry, shedding a tear as she did so.
Compared to these items, her life was more important.
She quickly finished packing and, with her frail body, left the small house where she had lived for decades.
"Next time I come back, I'll turn your corpse into a revenant," the witch said with hatred before heading deeper into the forest.
She had lived there for decades and knew the environment better than any experienced hunter or forest ranger.
As she walked, she felt increasingly fatigued and, without hesitation, drank a potion: "Damn this curse. I need to find a place to remove it as soon as possible."
"I wonder where this bug came from, to be able to cast a curse against me," the witch grumbled. She was skilled in curses, but she never imagined she would one day be tripped up by one.
However, she overlooked one point: what if it wasn't a curse? That could explain everything.
Unfortunately, her mind had long been fixed in this area due to her years of immersion in witchcraft, so she overlooked this possibility.
(End of Chapter)
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