Chapter 873 The Beginning Of The Plot

Hearing this, Sheena was in a cold sweat.

This Tracy wanted to use her to kill Crystal. She was too cruel!

Seeing that Sheena trembled and didn't dare to look at Tracy

Tracy sneered, pinched her hard and threatened, "what's wrong? Sheena, you don't want to agree? "

Sheena was so scared that she didn't know what to say. "I I "

At this moment, the fear on Sheena's face was no longer pretended. She was really frightened.

Tracy wanted her to be a bait, but if her plan failed, wouldn't Sheena die more miserably?

What's more, what is the real face of Crystal? Was Crystal not a human, but a ghost? Or a demon?

Thinking of this, the fear in Sheena's eyes was even greater. She really didn't want to get involved in this mess, but Could Tracy let her go?

Tracy took out a small transparent bottle from her bag, which contained five or six witchcraft parasite.

In the past few days, she had learned from the poison book left by her father, Rory. She had raised some small witchcraft parasite, which were cultivated with the blood of centipedes, snakes and other animals.

Tracy played with the small transparent bottle in her hand and said to Sheena, "see? There are a few cute venomous witchcraft parasite here. They are refined from a lot of crawling blood, such as snakes, centipedes and other animals. Sheena, have you heard of such a method to create witchcraft parasite? "

Looking at the black bugs dancing in the bottle, Sheena was almost scared to faint.

"Plop!"!

Sheena collapsed on the ground with her legs out of control.

Her face turned pale and her body trembled more

ashtray, and then said with a faint smile, "I didn't get aunt's thing. I saw my father take it out of his safe. I saw him holding it in his hand as if it was a treasure. Then he turned around and went back to his bedroom. I followed him secretly. Through the gap of the door, I saw It was an urn. My father opened it and took out a camera from it. That camera had an old fashion shape for a long time, and it was still the old one.

Then I saw my father take out a book from the urn. As for what kind of book it was, I didn't see it clearly. After that, I saw my father open that small book. He took a look at it casually and said to the small book, "Griffith, you have never thought that your things would fall into my hands in the end. Griffith, don't blame me. It's your things that killed you.

Then Adam turned to Crystal and asked, "Crystal, do you want to know what your mother left for you?"

Crystal didn't respond.

At this time, Edgar said, "Adam, Crystal and I don't have so much patience to wait for you to talk nonsense here. Since we are here today …? ”