Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"She's dead."

Following Cordiria's gaze, the smile that had just appeared at the corner of Fiona's mouth disappeared, and her voice did not have a trace of ups and downs.

"I know."

Cordelia reached out and touched Nan's face, which had turned miserably white, and looked at Fiona with pale eyes

, "But you can save her,

can't you?" The Supreme Witch who passed the test of the seven formations mastered the ability to live and die.

Fiona was silent, lit a cigarette, took a sharp sip, and said, "The ability to come back to life requires consuming your own life force. I don't have much vitality, and I can't fall until the next Supreme Witch appears and takes my seat. When

Cordelia heard this, the corners of her mouth hooked and mocked: "I didn't expect you to be such a serious and responsible supreme witch."

As if she didn't understand, Fiona looked at the cigarette butt and said to herself: "Mary, who holds a grudge, is not dead yet." The witch hunter's hand holding the gun was still hot. I must still be there. Otherwise, the guardian spell cast in this room will disperse, and so many malicious jackals outside will rush in, engulfing all the people here.

"Of course, you can elect the next Supreme Witch early, so that I can rest assured." Fiona said this, her eyes scanning Zoe, the fainted Queenie, and even Cordelia.

Robb's eyes, which had been watching from the sidelines, froze slightly.

Cordelia's palm holding the blind cane also tightened.

She hurriedly objected: "Time is too short, and the young witches have not even mastered their own abilities, let alone passed the test of the seven formations. That's sending them to death!

Fiona shook her head: "Then do it first." Even if these girls awaken the ability to bring back the dead, it will not be possible to save Nan. She was killed by a cursed silver bullet, and the witch's abilities would hardly work on her.

"Let's all go get some sleep." As for Nan, find her a good cemetery tomorrow.

Fiona waved her hand, and after saying that, she couldn't hide her weariness and went upstairs.

After she was gone, Madison stepped forward, looked at Queenie and Nan lying side by side, and said, "I didn't expect that more fat would have such benefits, Queenie is really lucky." It's a pity Nan, I don't know if the good mom boy next door will be sad if he finds out.

"Less words, Madison!" Zoe, who had a sad face, glared at Madison dissatisfied.

Madison shrugged.

That's by nature.

Although she regretted the sacrifice of her companions, she couldn't do it as sad as Zoe.

In a way, she loves herself more and is indeed very similar to Fiona.

"Cordelia, is there a potion to heal wounds and remove scars? I also need some here.

Madison walked up to Cordelia, looked at his bloodied right sleeve and limply arm, and asked.

Cordelia picked up the bottles and jars on the side, sniffed them, and handed them to Madison.

"Can this really remove scars without leaving a trace?"

"Believe in the power of magic."

Madison picked up.

"I'll do it."

Seeing that one of her hands was inconvenient, Robb walked over and took the potion, first cutting off the tattered sleeve with scissors, revealing Madison's slender arm that he used to be very familiar with, but now had a hideous scar, and took out the potion and carefully applied it.

The corners of Madison's mouth turned up slightly, rarely revealing real warmth.

Zoe didn't look at these.

When she came to Nan's corpse, she suddenly felt an impulse, remembering that she had seen the story about the ability to resurrect the dead in the spell book before, and she suddenly spoke: "I want to try it."

"Try what?" Madison answered without looking back.

"Back from the dead." Although Cordelia was blind, she guessed very prepared.

Robb frowned slightly: "Even if Zoe you can use the ability to bring the dead back to life, Fiona just said that Nan, who was killed by the witch hunting silver bullet, is basically unresponsible." In addition..." Speaking

of this, Robb suddenly looked up and changed his words: "Go out and say, it's a little stuffy here." "

Why..."

Before Zoe could finish her words, she was pulled by Madison, who had treated her wounds, and while dragging her outward, whispered in her ear:

"Idiot, I don't understand the reason why there are ears in the wall." If a little white flower like you is put in Hollywood, it will definitely be swallowed and there will be no bone dregs left.

Behind him, Robb helped Cordelia walk out slowly.

When the four of them came to the back courtyard, Robb spoke, "Nan can be saved." "

What?" Cordelia's face was startled.

Zoe looked overjoyed and said, "Robb, do you have any good solutions?" Compared

to her own forced actions, she believes in her boyfriend who has brought her many surprises these days.

"Remember the Misty we saw there in the swamp?" Robb Road.

Madison frowned: "That weird swamp witch?

"I see!" Zoe suddenly realized, "Misty was born with the ability to bring back the dead. She can even resurrect herself, let alone Nan.

Robb nodded: "The same ability to bring back the dead, Misty is obviously stronger." A normal witch can't revive Nan, but she can.

"Wait! Who are you talking about? Swamp Witch? Misty? Is that Misty Day? Isn't she dead? Cordelia asked repeatedly.

There are not many witches today, and I heard several people mention that Misty also has the ability to resurrect, and all she can think of is Misty Day, who was burned alive by fanatical believers some time ago.

Zoe quickly explained.

Cordelia was very happy after hearing this, and nodded: "Very good!" Robb, since you know her residence, invite her tomorrow morning. No! Wait a minute..."

At this, Cordiria's expression became very serious.

Although she couldn't see it, she still made a gesture of looking around everyone, and then said straight to the point: "My mother, I don't want to leave the seat of the Supreme Witch.

Robb nodded in agreement.

Zoe and Madison, who had long known some facts from Robb, were not surprised.

Madison pouted even more, and directly pointed out: "Isn't this something that is understood." With great power, enjoying the highest power and wealth in the world, who wants to die? Bill Gates' gang couldn't do it, let alone Fiona. If they could survive, I think anyone would be able to compromise their means.

"Nope! Not so! Cordelia, who was somewhat surprised by the crowd's performance, retorted, "Not everyone will be unconventional. Each supreme witch in the past, for the continuation and safety of the witch group, they will take the initiative to pass on everything they have to the next when they are old. They are great people to be respected. "