Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"4 silver dollars a week?!"

Hannah couldn't believe it. She felt that everything was going too well today. Not only did she find a job as a tutor, but her brother also became an investigator in the Sheriff's Court, and his weekly salary was 8 times hers!

"In this way, I don't need to leave this money to open a restaurant. Hannah, you can think about what you want to do and don't rush out to work."

Locke pulled Hannah to sit on the sofa, intending to enlighten Hannah and let her not be forced to do things she didn't like under the pressure of life.

If she really likes the job of tutor, Locke will support her.

Just as the two were about to start a discussion,

anxious knocks on the door sounded-

"Help!"

Chapter 62, Lucky or Unlucky?

Dong Dong Dong-

The knocks on the door and the cries for help outside the door became urgent. The voice came from Lisa, the youngest daughter of Mrs. Amor, and there was a faint cry.

"Locke Bemon, save me, I need your help."

Just as Hannah was about to get up and open the door, Locke suddenly smelled the breath of danger.

Because Lisa usually wouldn't call her full name directly, and with her shy personality, the first person she called would definitely not be herself, but Hannah, who was also a woman.

Locke immediately grabbed Hannah, and his eyes became alert.

He used [Sensitive Hearing] to open his ears and let all kinds of sounds merge into them.

Uncle Daen on the first floor was snoring loudly, and his neighbors were complaining that he went to bed so early and the sound insulation of the apartment was too poor.

Abbas on the second floor was still making love with his wife, discussing whether to have a sixth child.

Mrs. Amor on the third floor was still washing clothes and praying to the goddess of life to bless Li Qi to recover as soon as possible...

Without exception, their doors were all knocked.

The entire Old Tom Apartment was now occupied by the sound of knocking on the door.

And Lisa's cry for help almost resounded on every floor.

This was a very strange thing, because no one could knock on everyone's door at the same time.

"Lisa sounds anxious, Locke."

Hannah also showed anxiety between her eyebrows, as if she was infected by the knocking sound.

Locke made a silent gesture to let Hannah not make any sound for the time being.

Under normal circumstances, Hannah would open the door without hesitation and ask about Lisa's situation.

But her hand was held too tightly by Locke, which restricted her movement.

In addition, Locke's obvious behavior of stopping her from opening the door and his unusually serious expression made her feel an unprecedented oppression and tension.

Hannah had a vague bad premonition.

Locke heard the sound of the Abbas couple opening the door while cursing, the sound of Mrs. Amor opening the door, and the sound of Uncle Dan and the neighbor opening the door at the same time.

Afterwards, 90% of the sound seemed to be swallowed by the black hole, and the apartment returned to silence.

Only in front of Locke and Hannah's house, there was still a dong dong dong sound, which was particularly clear in the dark night.

It seemed that if the door was not opened, this sound would never end.

"Ah——"

A harsh and sharp sound sounded at the door.

Hannah fainted instantly after hearing the sound, and her body fell back. Locke caught her in time.

Locke also felt dizzy. Perhaps because he had experienced two extraordinary battles, he had become immune to the sound and did not fall to the ground directly like Hannah.

He put Hannah on the sofa. If he encountered a special situation and could not beat her, he would pick her up and run away.

Locke frowned and took out the shadow candle and mirror.

Now he had few means to attack and save his life.

Locke activated the [Art of Long Hair], and his hair grew long instantly. He moved the dining table, charcoal basin, wardrobe, bookcase, and all the heavy items in the apartment, which were piled up at the door and blocked the door tightly.

He had a feeling that if he took the initiative to open this door, he would become like other neighbors and completely lose his voice.

There are two possibilities for losing voice. The first is death, and the second is being taken away.

Neither of them is the result Locke wants.

Lisa's cry for help became shrill, from complaint to anger.

"Why don't you open the door? Why don't you save me? Open the door and save me. I know you are inside."

Locke's back was soaked with sweat, and his palms were also covered with cold sweat.

I didn't expect to encounter two strange events in a row today, and both were when the witch lady Irene was not around.

I thought I had become lucky, but now I think, is it lucky or unlucky?

Bang, bang, bang——

The door was hit and deformed.

Locke was 100% sure that the thing at the door was definitely not Lisa. Lisa couldn't have such great strength.

The things piled up at the door began to tremble, as if experiencing an earthquake.

Five minutes later, the sound of hitting the door stopped, and the crying and cries for help also stopped.

Locke heard the footsteps walking away.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the thing at the door had given up.

However, the next second, accompanied by a loud bang.

The wall inlaid with the door was completely smashed, and stones and gravel flew all over the sky, hitting the wardrobe and other furniture, turning a corner of the apartment into ruins.

Locke's heart was in his throat as he looked at the empty corridor in front of him.

Thump, thump, thump, the sound of his heart beating faster occupied his brain.

Locke forced himself to calm down and check the situation at the door.

There was no one there, what was going on?

Suddenly, Lisa appeared.

Her pale skin was covered with blue veins, which made her originally pretty face look extremely hideous. Her eyes were only white, without pupils, and she stared at Locke.

She was holding a hospital case report in her hand.

"Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you open the door? You guys who stood by and watched coldly, all deserved to die, all deserved to die, all deserved to die!"

Lisa screamed, and the sound seemed to pierce the soul.

Locke's eyes, nostrils and ears began to bleed, and it seemed that someone in his head was stirring his brain with an iron rod. He hugged his head and knelt on the ground.

Locke gritted his teeth and lit the shadow candle with difficulty. In the forest green flame, shadows rushed out of the fire and rushed towards Lisa.

Almost instantly, Lisa stopped speaking, and Locke's ears were finally saved and he got a moment of respite.

Locke got up from the ground, and the shadows had surrounded Lisa.

However, Lisa was in a very strange state at the moment. The shadows tore her skin and flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She took a step and slowly approached Locke.

With every step she took forward, Locke felt that the life bar above his head was shortened.

Locke's long hair attacked her again, turning into two sharp blades, trying to pierce Lisa's body.

But Lisa nimbly avoided it. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Locke's long hair directly.

She pulled Locke's hair out with strange force, and Locke screamed in pain.

Fortunately, he had the [Art of Long Hair] and would not become bald.

New hair soon grew on Locke's head, but this time he didn't dare to attack with his hair again.

Lisa had walked in front of Locke, opened her bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow Locke directly.

Locke hid in the mirror in time to avoid Lisa's fatal bite.

Lisa didn't eat Locke in one bite, and seemed unwilling to do so. She looked at Hannah on the sofa.

Oops! I can't bring Hannah into the mirror now!

Locke can only jump out of the mirror again, using his long hair to backstab Lisa.

Unfortunately, he still failed this time.

Locke can only roll up Hannah with his long hair, drag her to his side, pick up Hannah, and rush towards the window.

If you can't beat her, run away!

At the moment Locke jumped out of the window, Hannah in his arms slowly opened her eyes, her brown hair gradually turned into light gold, her skin became whiter and brighter, and her facial features also changed.

She became - Shirleya.

Chapter 63, show extinction, Rapunzel!

Shirleya raised the corners of her mouth, stretched out her hands, and pinched Locke's neck.

Almost at the same time, Locke reacted, this is not the real world, this is a dream!

Everything around began to collapse, the old Tom building, the simple apartment, and Shirleya with resentful eyes in his arms, all turned into light and shadow and disappeared.

Locke opened his eyes, panting heavily, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

Memories came flooding in like a tide, as if to swallow him up completely, making him feel that the dream just now was extremely real. He touched his neck, which even had scratches left by Shirleya.

If he didn't wake up in time, he would probably die.

He suddenly had such a terrible idea, and his heartbeat became faster.

"Friend, you don't look very good."

Sieg's voice reached Locke's ears.

Locke turned around and looked at Sieg, who was still wearing tattered clothes and had a bruised face.

The carriage made a kicking sound as it passed through the potholes.

"You must be too tired to fall asleep in such a bumpy carriage. Forgive me for not waking you up in time. We still have about half an hour to reach our destination."

Sieg spread his hands and said.

"Will someone be killed in a dream?"

Locke looked at Sieg with a serious expression.

Sieg was stunned for a moment, and immediately took Locke's hand and rolled up his sleeves. A black mark appeared on his wrist at some point.

"Friend, did you have a terrible nightmare just now?"

"Yes."

"Oh no, you are cursed. This damn witch must have signed a contract with the devil in the dream realm to curse you before she died. Don't sleep during this period of time. Hold on until you see the director. The director should have a way to remove this curse."

Sieg said with some self-blame. He remembered that before Shirley died, she said she would curse Locke. At that time, he thought it was a witch's mouth before death. Who knew it would be true.

"Is this the mark of the curse?"

Locke looked at the black mark on his wrist, like a blurry black cloud.

He took out the life-saving mirror he carried with him, and through the mirror, he saw the life bar above his head. Sure enough, he became a short-lived boy again.

What a gift from fate, bullshit!

Fate likes to play tricks on itself, right? 50 years of life was shortened to 24 hours.

The attribute of [Witch Affinity] is so deadly, how did Irene survive until now!

Oh, she is a witch herself, forget it.

"Locke, don't worry. Just beg the director for help and you will be saved. Just promise not to fall asleep from now on."