Chapter 2762
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Boundless white mist floats in the dense forest, it is more like some kind of "special substance" similar to white mist, blocking sight and perception.
Looking into the distance, the overlapping dense forest gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a complete gray.
The sky is likewise haunted by pale hues.
The towering treetops are hidden in the white mist, and various strange shapes are changing in the surging mist, like unknown things watching and coveting in the dark.
This is not a dreamland.
To be precise, it's not just a dream.
It's more like something, similar to the junction between dreams and reality.
When Herman realized that he had lost contact with the real world, an elegant and pleasant female voice came from the thick fog.
"Travelers who are lost here, do you need help?"
The anxious mood calmed down a lot.
Herman looked in the direction of the sound.
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At the end of the gray-white mist, there are faint rustling footsteps coming from far and near. First, there is a hazy human silhouette, and then it gradually becomes clear.
It was the figure of a woman.
The black one-piece dress wrapped her whole body, and the hooded cloak completely covered her eyes, where an inscription similar to a pupil was drawn with white dye.
That eye seemed to be alive, and it was wantonly looking at everything in front of it.
A little dark purple long hair was exposed on the side of the hood, and the lips were only painted with a touch of lip gloss. It was mysterious and enchanting, and one couldn't help but want to spy on the real face behind it.
The visitor stopped, and the ominous eye on the hood looked at Herman.
"Who are you?"
Herman looked at the woman who appeared inexplicably, and couldn't help asking.
For some reason, the flustered mind that was originally lost in the dream world has completely disappeared at this time.
While asking the question, Herman subconsciously began to speculate on the identity of the other party.
Being able to appear here is obviously not an ordinary person.
And judging from the other party's reaction, there was no surprise for his appearance, as if such a scene had happened many times.
Could it be that she brought herself here?
Why? And for what?
Another possibility is that I entered her domain by mistake, so I appeared here...
As a detective, it has long been Heman's instinct to try to deduce the final answer from the clues he has at the moment.
Speculation is, after all, speculation.
"I?"
The woman smiled slightly, "It's just an old man who is watching here."
Herman thought about it seriously, but he didn't understand.
"then you……"
"Ah, it's getting late, do you need some food?"
The woman interrupted Herman's words.
Herman raised his eyebrows subconsciously. He looked around, and the fog that surrounded the dense forest seemed to have become a little thicker.
The top of the head has completely turned into a pale color, and the crown of the tree is only left with a vague outline, like the shadow of some unknown thing.
"it is good."
Herman nodded in response.
Although he didn't know the real identity and purpose of the other party, but at this time he had no extra choice.
"Please follow me." The woman turned and left, "By the way, remember to follow closely, the forest is foggy at night, and it's easy to get lost."
Weird fog, weird forest, weird woman...
Everything seemed a little weird.
Herman regretted coming to the dream world outside the city.
But in his heart, he was full of curiosity about it, and wanted to find out the truth of all this.
Heman followed the woman's footsteps in the forest, and the surrounding environment seemed to be changing all the time, yet seemed to remain the same.
"By the way, what should I call you?" Herman asked suddenly, and he found that he seemed to have never known the woman's name from the beginning to the end.
"A name?"
The woman's footsteps did not stop, "Just call me a witch."
witch...
Herman's eyes narrowed slightly.
The name reminded him of many things.
Regarding the name of the witch, Colo has many stories and legends related to it. The types are different and the ages are different. It is very difficult to deduce useful clues from them.
"My name is Herman." Herman also said his name.
He thought for a while and asked another question.
"Have you ever met an intruder like me before?"
Interloper, Herman called himself that.
For some reason, he always had a strange feeling.
The woman in front of her, who claims to be a witch, seems to be very familiar with the forest, just like the owner here.
"Intruder?"
The witch looked back at Heman, and the eye rune on the hood turned into a smiley shape, "No, I usually call them travelers, because there are often lost travelers who accidentally break into the forest. They lost their way, and if they were not very familiar with the roads in the forest, it would be almost impossible to find their way out."
"So, this is you..."
"I'm just pointing them in the right direction, that's all."
Herman thought about it.
No more words all the way.
After a while, the witch's voice brought Herman's wandering thoughts back to reality: "Ah, we have arrived."
What appeared in front of Herman was an orderly log cabin.
In an ordinary style, there is still mist of the same color as the white mist floating in the chimney, and the smell of food can still be faintly smelled in the air.
Beside the house was a cultivated flowerbed, full of brightly colored flowers of all kinds, bringing rare color to this pale world.
From the perspective of growth, the owner obviously took care of them very well.
"This is my residence." The witch said with a smile, then sniffled, and the pupil rune on the hood suddenly changed, "My food!"
Herman stared dumbfounded at this always elegant woman leaving in a hurry, so fast that she almost turned into a phantom.
The violently opened door swayed slightly, apparently of good quality.
Herman saw a lot of magical inscriptions on it for reinforcement.
Um……
Feel something wrong.
He thought about it and decided that it would be better to wait outside for a while.
It is obviously not the behavior of a qualified gentleman to rush into a woman's residence.
The waiting time was not too long. After about a few minutes, the half-hidden door was opened again, and the figure of the witch appeared in Heman's sight.
"I am sorry."
"Uh, it's okay." Herman waved his hands again and again, and at the same time he was a little curious, "Are you just... cooking?"
"Yeah." The witch nodded.
Even though he had guessed earlier, Heman's expression fluctuated for a moment when he heard the witch's answer.
This did not hide from the witch's eyes.
"You seem surprised?" she asked with a smile.
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Boundless white mist floats in the dense forest, it is more like some kind of "special substance" similar to white mist, blocking sight and perception.
Looking into the distance, the overlapping dense forest gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a complete gray.
The sky is likewise haunted by pale hues.
The towering treetops are hidden in the white mist, and various strange shapes are changing in the surging mist, like unknown things watching and coveting in the dark.
This is not a dreamland.
To be precise, it's not just a dream.
It's more like something, similar to the junction between dreams and reality.
When Herman realized that he had lost contact with the real world, an elegant and pleasant female voice came from the thick fog.
"Travelers who are lost here, do you need help?"
The anxious mood calmed down a lot.
Herman looked in the direction of the sound.
Remember m in a second. 26ksw.cc
At the end of the gray-white mist, there are faint rustling footsteps coming from far and near. First, there is a hazy human silhouette, and then it gradually becomes clear.
It was the figure of a woman.
The black one-piece dress wrapped her whole body, and the hooded cloak completely covered her eyes, where an inscription similar to a pupil was drawn with white dye.
That eye seemed to be alive, and it was wantonly looking at everything in front of it.
A little dark purple long hair was exposed on the side of the hood, and the lips were only painted with a touch of lip gloss. It was mysterious and enchanting, and one couldn't help but want to spy on the real face behind it.
The visitor stopped, and the ominous eye on the hood looked at Herman.
"Who are you?"
Herman looked at the woman who appeared inexplicably, and couldn't help asking.
For some reason, the flustered mind that was originally lost in the dream world has completely disappeared at this time.
While asking the question, Herman subconsciously began to speculate on the identity of the other party.
Being able to appear here is obviously not an ordinary person.
And judging from the other party's reaction, there was no surprise for his appearance, as if such a scene had happened many times.
Could it be that she brought herself here?
Why? And for what?
Another possibility is that I entered her domain by mistake, so I appeared here...
As a detective, it has long been Heman's instinct to try to deduce the final answer from the clues he has at the moment.
Speculation is, after all, speculation.
"I?"
The woman smiled slightly, "It's just an old man who is watching here."
Herman thought about it seriously, but he didn't understand.
"then you……"
"Ah, it's getting late, do you need some food?"
The woman interrupted Herman's words.
Herman raised his eyebrows subconsciously. He looked around, and the fog that surrounded the dense forest seemed to have become a little thicker.
The top of the head has completely turned into a pale color, and the crown of the tree is only left with a vague outline, like the shadow of some unknown thing.
"it is good."
Herman nodded in response.
Although he didn't know the real identity and purpose of the other party, but at this time he had no extra choice.
"Please follow me." The woman turned and left, "By the way, remember to follow closely, the forest is foggy at night, and it's easy to get lost."
Weird fog, weird forest, weird woman...
Everything seemed a little weird.
Herman regretted coming to the dream world outside the city.
But in his heart, he was full of curiosity about it, and wanted to find out the truth of all this.
Heman followed the woman's footsteps in the forest, and the surrounding environment seemed to be changing all the time, yet seemed to remain the same.
"By the way, what should I call you?" Herman asked suddenly, and he found that he seemed to have never known the woman's name from the beginning to the end.
"A name?"
The woman's footsteps did not stop, "Just call me a witch."
witch...
Herman's eyes narrowed slightly.
The name reminded him of many things.
Regarding the name of the witch, Colo has many stories and legends related to it. The types are different and the ages are different. It is very difficult to deduce useful clues from them.
"My name is Herman." Herman also said his name.
He thought for a while and asked another question.
"Have you ever met an intruder like me before?"
Interloper, Herman called himself that.
For some reason, he always had a strange feeling.
The woman in front of her, who claims to be a witch, seems to be very familiar with the forest, just like the owner here.
"Intruder?"
The witch looked back at Heman, and the eye rune on the hood turned into a smiley shape, "No, I usually call them travelers, because there are often lost travelers who accidentally break into the forest. They lost their way, and if they were not very familiar with the roads in the forest, it would be almost impossible to find their way out."
"So, this is you..."
"I'm just pointing them in the right direction, that's all."
Herman thought about it.
No more words all the way.
After a while, the witch's voice brought Herman's wandering thoughts back to reality: "Ah, we have arrived."
What appeared in front of Herman was an orderly log cabin.
In an ordinary style, there is still mist of the same color as the white mist floating in the chimney, and the smell of food can still be faintly smelled in the air.
Beside the house was a cultivated flowerbed, full of brightly colored flowers of all kinds, bringing rare color to this pale world.
From the perspective of growth, the owner obviously took care of them very well.
"This is my residence." The witch said with a smile, then sniffled, and the pupil rune on the hood suddenly changed, "My food!"
Herman stared dumbfounded at this always elegant woman leaving in a hurry, so fast that she almost turned into a phantom.
The violently opened door swayed slightly, apparently of good quality.
Herman saw a lot of magical inscriptions on it for reinforcement.
Um……
Feel something wrong.
He thought about it and decided that it would be better to wait outside for a while.
It is obviously not the behavior of a qualified gentleman to rush into a woman's residence.
The waiting time was not too long. After about a few minutes, the half-hidden door was opened again, and the figure of the witch appeared in Heman's sight.
"I am sorry."
"Uh, it's okay." Herman waved his hands again and again, and at the same time he was a little curious, "Are you just... cooking?"
"Yeah." The witch nodded.
Even though he had guessed earlier, Heman's expression fluctuated for a moment when he heard the witch's answer.
This did not hide from the witch's eyes.
"You seem surprised?" she asked with a smile.
Boundless white mist floats in the dense forest, it is more like some kind of "special substance" similar to white mist, blocking sight and perception. Looking into the distance, the overlapping dense forest gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a complete gray. The sky is likewise haunted by pale hues. The towering treetops are hidden in the white mist, and various strange shapes are changing in the surging mist, like unknown things watching and coveting in the dark. This is not a dreamland. To be precise, it's not just a dream. It's more like something, similar to the junction between dreams and reality. When Herman realized that he had lost contact with the real world, an elegant and pleasant female voice came from the thick fog. "Travelers who are lost here, do you need help?" The anxious mood calmed down a lot. Herman looked in the direction of the sound. Remember m in a second. 26ksw.cc At the end of the gray-white mist, there are faint rustling footsteps coming from far and near. First, there is a hazy human silhouette, and then it gradually becomes clear. It was the figure of a woman. The black one-piece dress wrapped her whole body, and the hooded cloak completely covered her eyes, where an inscription similar to a pupil was drawn with white dye. That eye seemed to be alive, and it was wantonly looking at everything in front of it. A little dark purple long hair was exposed on the side of the hood, and the lips were only painted with a touch of lip gloss. It was mysterious and enchanting, and one couldn't help but want to spy on the real face behind it. The visitor stopped, and the ominous eye on the hood looked at Herman. "Who are you?" Herman looked at the woman who appeared inexplicably, and couldn't help asking. For some reason, the flustered mind that was originally lost in the dream world has completely disappeared at this time. While asking the question, Herman subconsciously began to speculate on the identity of the other party. Being able to appear here is obviously not an ordinary person. And judging from the other party's reaction, there was no surprise for his appearance, as if such a scene had happened many times. Could it be that she brought herself here? Why? And for what? Another possibility is that I entered her domain by mistake, so I appeared here... As a detective, it has long been Heman's instinct to try to deduce the final answer from the clues he has at the moment. Speculation is, after all, speculation. "I?" The woman smiled slightly, "It's just an old man who is watching here." Herman thought about it seriously, but he didn't understand. "then you" "Ah, it's getting late, do you need some food?" The woman interrupted Herman's words. Herman raised his eyebrows subconsciously. He looked around, and the fog that surrounded the dense forest seemed to have become a little thicker. The top of the head has completely turned into a pale color, and the crown of the tree is only left with a vague outline, like the shadow of some unknown thing. "it is good." Herman nodded in response. Although he didn't know the real identity and purpose of the other party, but at this time he had no extra choice. "Please follow me." The woman turned and left, "By the way, remember to follow closely, the forest is foggy at night, and it's easy to get lost." Weird fog, weird forest, weird woman... Everything seemed a little weird. Herman regretted coming to the dream world outside the city. But in his heart, he was full of curiosity about it, and wanted to find out the truth of all this. Heman followed the woman's footsteps in the forest, and the surrounding environment seemed to be changing all the time, yet seemed to remain the same. "By the way, what should I call you?" Herman asked suddenly, and he found that he seemed to have never known the woman's name from the beginning to the end. "A name?" The woman's footsteps did not stop, "Just call me a witch." witch... Herman's eyes narrowed slightly. The name reminded him of many things. Regarding the name of the witch, Colo has many stories and legends related to it. The types are different and the ages are different. It is very difficult to deduce useful clues from them. "My name is Herman." Herman also said his name. He thought for a while and asked another question. "Have you ever met an intruder like me before?" Interloper, Herman called himself that. For some reason, he always had a strange feeling. The woman in front of her, who claims to be a witch, seems to be very familiar with the forest, just like the owner here. "Intruder?" The witch looked back at Heman, and the eye rune on the hood turned into a smiley shape, "No, I usually call them travelers, because there are often lost travelers who accidentally break into the forest. They lost their way, and if they were not very familiar with the roads in the forest, it would be almost impossible to find their way out." "So, this is you..." "I'm just pointing them in the right direction, that's all." Herman thought about it. No more words all the way. After a while, the witch's voice brought Herman's wandering thoughts back to reality: "Ah, we have arrived." What appeared in front of Herman was an orderly log cabin. In an ordinary style, there is still mist of the same color as the white mist floating in the chimney, and the smell of food can still be faintly smelled in the air. Beside the house was a cultivated flowerbed, full of brightly colored flowers of all kinds, bringing rare color to this pale world. From the perspective of growth, the owner obviously took care of them very well. "This is my residence." The witch said with a smile, then sniffled, and the pupil rune on the hood suddenly changed, "My food!" Herman stared dumbfounded at this always elegant woman leaving in a hurry, so fast that she almost turned into a phantom. The violently opened door swayed slightly, apparently of good quality. Herman saw a lot of magical inscriptions on it for reinforcement. Um Feel something wrong. He thought about it and decided that it would be better to wait outside for a while. It is obviously not the behavior of a qualified gentleman to rush into a woman's residence. The waiting time was not too long. After about a few minutes, the half-hidden door was opened again, and the figure of the witch appeared in Heman's sight. "I am sorry." "Uh, it's okay." Herman waved his hands again and again, and at the same time he was a little curious, "Are you just... cooking?" "Yeah." The witch nodded. Even though he had guessed earlier, Heman's expression fluctuated for a moment when he heard the witch's answer. This did not hide from the witch's eyes. "You seem surprised?" she asked with a smile.
