Capítulo 1378: Chapter 761: Reunion
The scream was so piercing, it was as if a dreadful ghost wail ca from the Land of Nine Serenities, instinctively making one want to cover their ears, and it chilled the hearts of those who heard it.
Just by listening to that scream, you could plainly feel how terrifying the fear the owner of that voice was enduring at this mont.
Dorothy was a person of considerable experience; she had been to the Torture Departnt of the Judgnt Court before. To be honest, even in the Torture Departnt, the fear emitted by most ordinary prisoners wasn’t as intense or as pure, or perhaps, as exquisite as that scream.
Hmm, just like how she once worked in the Torture Departnt using emotions as ingredients and torture as Culinary Arts to eventually craft a Demon Feast. For a Demon Witch, negative energies like fear and despair are supre delicacies.
“Wow, this Scream House really has sothing, doesn’t it?”
Dorothy imdiately raised her ntal rating of this Haunted House.
Initially, when she heard it was a popular social dia check-in spot, she wasn’t too concerned. After all, how many great places can there really be that are linked to social dia influencers these days?
Even though it was said that this place once scared a Great Necromancer Witch into fainting, these kinds of promotional tactics aren’t new either. Who can’t hire a few stooges these days?
But now, an ordinary stooge couldn’t make such a harrowing scream unless that stooge inside is a top-tier actor. But if there’s an actor witch with that level of skill, who would co to this haunted place to be a stooge instead of going to a grand theater stage?
The Hobody Witch turned to look at her sisters beside her and discovered that those sisters, who were chatting and laughing and didn’t take the haunted house seriously, were now also turning serious, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation.
Dorothy paid particular attention to her junior sister Audrey because, in her view, the one with the smallest courage among them was this Little Fox with a late-stage cara phobia.
Luckily, although Audrey’s tail fluffed out in fear from the scream, she wasn’t completely panicking to the point of losing herself.
The Hobody Witch reached out and patted her junior sister’s head, signaling her not to be afraid. The Little Fox’s furry ears on her head twitched a bit, and she relaxed slightly.
However, just as Dorothy was about to proceed again, she felt her coat hem being tugged.
Initially, the Hobody Witch thought it was her sister Alice doing it, so she looked down at the Little Witch, but she found Alice looking excited, not a hint of fear on her little face.
Who was pulling ?
A question mark popped up above Dorothy’s head, and then she saw Miss Fallen Angel, who had sohow inched up beside her.
Emmmm, co on, weren’t you the one who almost beca the Archdemon of Original Sin back then? What kind of Demon God has such a small courage?
The Hobody Witch thought this must be impossible.
But her eyes glimred with Magic Power, and she clearly saw the invisible hand of Magic Power pulling her coat hem was indeed connected to Ruthfiel.
Dorothy: “…..”
The Hobody Witch was silent for a mont, then her smile gradually turned eccentric as she mischievously stared at this mischievous woman who turned her head away, not daring to et her eyes, only to see Miss Fallen Angel feeling anxious and ashad to death.
Damn, now I’m definitely going to be ridiculed hard by the young lady, she wouldn’t miss such a good chance to tease .
Ruthfiel thought with so despair.
This social mishap among sisters seed unavoidable now.
However, what surprised Miss Fallen Angel was that the young lady’s taunts she imagined didn’t co. The young lady rely gave her a mischievous smile, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.
This made Miss Fallen Angel breathe a sigh of relief, mixed with an inexplicable sense of slight disappointnt.
Damn, did she scare on purpose?
Feeling teased, Ruthfiel was about to lose her cool, wanting badly to let go of the young lady’s coat hem and tell her not to get cocky too soon, but the recurring Netherworld screams swirling in her ears really rendered her unable to be bold.
“Not bold anymore, not bold anymore, I’m entirely the young lady’s, it’s only natural to be protected by her,” Miss Fallen Angel persuaded herself, and then snuggled closer to the young lady.
No way, essentially, both Ruthfiel and Sophia are honest, unambitious won. Their most suited life trajectory is to marry soone early, staying ho peacefully to look after husband and children.
Although in so people’s views, this might seem unambitious, self-indulgent, and embarrassing, everyone has the way of life that suits them best. It’s not about being high or low, only oneself knows what fits.
It’s just a pity, the birth of the Pure White Witch dood her to a life not ordinary, so to survive, she who is peaceful by nature, even slightly timid, had to arm herself with other ans, strive to strengthen herself, and then exhaust effort to climb upwards as much as possible.
However, these facades can hold in front of others, but one’s nature is often not a thing easily changed.
If Ruthfiel ca to this haunted house alone now, Miss Fallen Angel would imdiately don the Armor of the Heart, make herself appear strong, and decisively cut off the cowardice in her heart to face the fear directly.
Because she clearly knows that she can rely only on herself.
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