Chapter 2979

Chu Chuyan turned pale with shock, hugging Mo Siyu and shaking desperately: "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, how are you doing?"

Chu Chuyan glared at the old witch: "Old witch, what did you do to her? We clearly didn't drink your water, nor did we eat what you brought over."

"Do you think you'll be fine if you don't eat my food and drink my water?" The old witch smiled and stretched out her skinny fingers to touch Chu Chuyan's face: "You have such a pretty face. Without your face, I can also rejuvenate myself.

I don’t have to hide here and can’t meet people anymore, hehehe..."

Those laughs seemed to overflow from the throat, with a deep ferocity, making one's hair stand on end.

Seeing that something was wrong, Chu Chuyan was about to pull out his sword, but suddenly felt so weak that he couldn't even pull out the long sword, "You, you..."

He also lay down on the table unwillingly.

"Young man." The old witch patted Chu Chuyan's head: "The smell in this room is also poisonous. When I came to my place, I wanted to go out, but there was no door."

As she said that, the old witch slowly moved her fingers down and touched Chu Chuyan's face: "You are so handsome, with delicate skin and tender flesh. If you go out with this face, you will definitely attract many little girls. I like it."

She said, turning her head to look at the little girl standing beside her, and touched the little girl's face: "At that time, there must be many little girls like you who will be attracted by me and come here to accompany me consciously. I."

The little girl didn't move and didn't respond.

"Go get my skinning knife, I'll peel off his face." The old witch stroked Chu Chuyan's face one by one with her hands.

The little girl turned around, picked up a black scimitar from the stove, and put it on the table.

The old witch was holding the scimitar, and when she was about to slash at Chu Chuyan, a small hand grabbed his wrist fiercely.

Mo Siyu raised his head, and held three silver needles at the fingertips of his other hand. Before the old witch could react, the three silver needles with completely black needles pierced straight into the old witch's neck.

Mo Siyu flipped his right hand, snatched the scimitar with horns from the old witch's hand with lightning speed, stabbed her wrist, and firmly nailed her wrist to the wooden table.

The old witch cried and howled in pain, and told the little girl: "Go, kill her!"

The little girl opened her sharp claws and rushed towards Mo Siyu. The silver needles in Mo Siyu's hand flew out and pierced into various acupuncture points of her. The little girl was nailed in place like a wooden stake, motionless.

Mo Siyu pressed Chu Chuyan's acupuncture points a few times, and Chu Chuyan finally woke up faintly from his lethargy.

Just when he opened his eyes, he heard an old and hoarse howl in his ears. Chu Chuyan looked up and saw the old witch's hand was firmly nailed to the wooden table, and black blood flowed all over the table. The stench emanates from the old hag...

"It's really disgusting." Chu Chuyan simply pulled out his long sword and pierced the old witch's throat.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Mo Siyu didn't bother to stop him, and by the light of the torch, he looked around the layout of the hut and asked, "She said that the ancient forbidden art is about to be opened, and it needs to be exchanged with something, you know this sentence What means?"

"It has been handed down from ancient times to the present. Every new high priest has to say it. The one who said this is the wizard next to the high priest." Mo Siyu pulled the cloth scarf on the old witch's head with a long sword. Opening, seeing the few sparse hairs on her head and the metal rings on her ears, her eyes darkened: "She is a wizard!"