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Seeing that the Witch God had finished his work, not only did he have no intention of leaving immediately, but even wanted to do something, Han Xiaodong couldn't help but raise his heart in his throat. Now the Witch God is borrowing his body. Does this so-called work also use his body? What to do?
Looking at Wuhun standing next to him, Han Xiaodong thought that the witch god said that she would lead the way. Does that mean that the witch god can change his body and return his body to him?

Thinking of this in his heart, Han Xiaodong blurted out and asked, "Well, Mr. Wushen, you see, I still have some urgent matters here. Why don't you and Wuhun go and return your body to me?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Wuhun himself denied it before he could reply: "No, you can only use your body with the imprint of the Wuhun on your body, and my cultivation is limited, so I can't help you." I can't bear the possession of an adult."

Wuhun's statement made Han Xiaodong speechless for a while, saying that the imprint was added to him, and he could accept this reason for the time being, but saying that his cultivation is limited, this is unconvincing.

You must know that in terms of combat power purely in terms of skills, Soulless is more than one level higher than Han Xiaodong, whether it is understanding or skills, it can be crushed.

Now she actually said that her cultivation level is not enough, hearing Han Xiaodong's ears is not modest, but deliberately refusing.

Originally, he wanted to argue a few more words, but he suddenly remembered something, and asked in surprise, "How can you hear me?"

It turned out that after the witch god occupied his body, Han Xiaodong could only communicate with the witch god through his consciousness. What he said just now didn't really come out with his mouth. How did the witch spirit know what he said?This is too weird?
The witch god naturally knew what he was thinking, and said lazily: "You just have to be obedient, and you have to use your body. The soulless girl is right, the only way for me to connect with this world is you. Humans are impossible.

Of course her ability is greater than yours. After all, the main body is not a human being. If I borrow her body, she will not be able to bear it. As for what you say to me, she can hear it. There is a soul contract between us. What you say , of course she can hear it. "

Wushen answered all of Han Xiaodong's questions in one go. Although it sounded reasonable, he was still reluctant. After all, Zongla still had important matters to deal with. Wushen wanted to use his body to do things at this time. Why? It all feels a little tricky.

The witch god also seemed to feel his uneasiness, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, you ignorant brat, what I'm going to do will be of great benefit to you.

Otherwise, do you think I would like to stay in your ghost place?Backcountry, what can attract me?Don't talk nonsense with me, otherwise I will take your soul back to the Demon Realm. "

These words sounded a little threatening, but Han Xiaodong's eyes lit up. The witch god said that this matter would be of great benefit to him, so he must be right.

Although this old hag is cruel and eccentric, but what she says is reliable after all, if she says it is good, it must be good.

So Han Xiaodong finally regained his energy after hearing these words, and asked cheekily: "What's the good thing? Could it be that you helped me get rid of Dongmenjie?"

The witch god ignored him this time, but turned to Wuhun and ordered: "Take me to find that person."

After listening to her order, Wuhun's face immediately changed color, and there was a bit of self-blame in his tone: "My lord, it's because my subordinates are not good at doing things. It's really my negligence that I need to trouble my lord to do this kind of thing. Please My lord, give me another chance and let me solve it."

After finishing speaking, he fell to his knees and bowed his body on the ground, with the appearance of self-punishment and confession.

Seeing Wuhun's appearance like this, Han Xiaodong couldn't stand it anymore. After all, Wuhun had helped him a lot during this time, and he died early in the morning, so he didn't like to kneel down now, which made him feel very conflicted.

Just as Han Xiaodong was about to speak, he realized that he couldn't even communicate with each other. He groaned twice, as if he had forgotten how to express himself with words, and he couldn't speak anyway.

It was the first time for him to become dumb in consciousness. Such an unbelievable situation made him break out in a cold sweat. If the witch god had this ability, wouldn't it be easy to completely occupy his body?

As he was making up his mind, he saw the witch god slightly lowered his head, looked at Wuhun under his feet, and said indifferently: "This matter has nothing to do with you, just lead the way, I have my reasons for looking for him, and I would have dealt with him anyway." It's not your job, you don't need to blame yourself, let's go."

As he spoke, he raised his hand in the air, and the soulless body bounced up from the ground strangely, and stood in front of the witch god again.

This move made Han Xiaodong amazed, the ability of the witch god has really reached the point of perfection, and he thought that he might not be able to reach the level of others in this life.

Wuhun stood up, and Han Xiaodong also recovered his ability to speak. He hurriedly asked, "Who are you looking for? Isn't it Dongmenjie? I'll take you... woo woo woo!"

Before he finished speaking, he lost his ability to express again, and only heard the witch god say indifferently: "It's too noisy, just watch it, don't talk."

After speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared into the woods.

Han Xiaodong was speechless, and suddenly his eyes blurred, and when he realized it again, he was already in a pitch-black environment.

There was almost no light in this place, but it exuded a musty smell. Coupled with the cold and damp surrounding environment, Han Xiaodong guessed that this place should be a cellar or something.

Sure enough, a soulless voice came from the darkness, confirming his guess: "This is a dungeon. That man has lived underground for a long time and is extremely cunning. We will find him from here. It is the most difficult to startle the snake."

The witch god didn't respond, but just took two steps forward. Then, a beam of light appeared in front of Han Xiaodong's eyes. The light was very faint, and it came in through a thin slit.

He watched helplessly as a wisp of black smoke came out of the tiny gap. After a while, the thin gap expanded and turned into a door that was pushed open.

Wuhun opened the way, followed by Wushen, and Han Xiaodong realized after passing through the gate that the light he saw in the slit just now was the light from the corridor outside the dungeon.

At this time, there were three guards lying crookedly in the corridor, who looked like they should be demon knights, but their faces could no longer be recognized, because they were all black, and all three of them had already passed away.

Being able to kill people so silently is obviously the masterpiece of the witch god. If it were replaced by the witch soul, there would definitely be a few more bloodstains on the necks of these guys.

The corpse in front of her didn't move the witch god at all. She stepped over the corpse and said to Wuhun who was standing aside:

"Let's go, deal with that bastard quickly, don't delay me going home to make soup."