Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"She's dead."

Following Cordelia's gaze, Fiona's smile disappeared, and her voice was flat.

"I know."

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

"But you can save her, right? The supreme witch who passed the seven array tests has the power of life and death."

Fiona was silent, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff and said, "The ability to revive the dead requires consuming one's own vitality. I don't have much vitality left, and I can't fall down before the next supreme witch appears and takes my place."

Hearing this, Cordelia raised her lips and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so... A serious and responsible Supreme Witch. "

Fiona seemed not to understand, looking at the cigarette butt, and said to herself: "Mary, who holds a grudge, is not dead yet. The witch hunter who won a big victory still has warm hands holding the gun. I must still be here. Otherwise, the protective spell cast on this house will dissipate, and so many malicious jackals outside will rush in and swallow up all the people here. "

"Of course, you can choose the next Supreme Witch early, so that I can rest assured. "Fiona said this, her eyes swept over Zoe, the unconscious Queenie, and even Cordelia.

Robb, who had been watching, had his eyes slightly condensed.

Cordelia's palm holding the blind stick also tightened.

She quickly objected, "Time is too short. The young witches haven't even mastered their own abilities, let alone passed the seven formations test. That's sending them to death!"

Fiona shook her head, "Let's leave it at that. Even if these girls awaken their ability to revive, they can't save Nan. She was killed by a cursed silver bullet, and it's hard for witches to work on her."

"Go get some sleep. As for Nan, find her a good grave tomorrow."

Fiona waved her hand, and then went upstairs with fatigue.

After she was gone, Madison walked up and looked at Queenie and Nan lying side by side, and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that having more fat would have such benefits. Queenie is so lucky. It's a pity for Nan. I wonder if the obedient mama's boy next door will be sad if he knows."

"Stop talking, Madison!" Zoe, with a very sad face, glared at Madison and said dissatisfiedly.

Madison shrugged.

That's her nature.

Although she felt a little sorry for her companion's sacrifice, she couldn't be as sad as Zoe.

To some extent, she is indeed very similar to Fiona because she loves herself more.

"Cordelia, do you have any potions for healing wounds and removing scars? I need some here too."

Madison walked up to Cordelia, looked at her right sleeve covered in blood and her limp arm, and asked.

Cordelia picked up the bottles and jars beside her, smelled them, and handed them to Madison.

"Can this really remove scars without leaving any traces?"

"Believe in the power of magic."

Madison took it.

"Let me do it."

Seeing that she was inconvenient with one hand, Robb walked over and took the potion. He first cut off the tattered sleeve with scissors, revealing Madison's slender arm that he was very familiar with in the past, but now had a hideous scar, and took out the potion and applied it carefully.

Madison's mouth curled up slightly, rarely showing real warmth.

Zoe didn't read these.

When she came to Nan's body, she suddenly felt an urge, and she suddenly said, "I want to try it."

"Try what?" Madison asked without turning her head.

"Resurrection." Although Cordelia was blind, she guessed very well.

Robb frowned slightly: "Even if Zoe can bring back the dead, Fiona just said that Nan, who was killed by the witch-hunting silver bullet, is basically unrecoverable. In addition..."

At this point, Robb suddenly looked up and looked around, and changed his words: "Let's talk outside. It's a bit stuffy here."

"What..."

Before Zoe finished speaking, she was pulled by Madison, who had treated her wounds, and dragged out while whispering in her ear:

"Idiot, you don't even understand that walls have ears. If a little white flower like you is put in Hollywood, you will definitely be swallowed up without leaving any bones."

Behind him, Robb helped Cordelia walk out slowly.

When the four of them came to the backyard, Robb said: "Nan can be saved."

"What?" Cordelia was shocked.

Zoe's face was happy and said: "Rob, do you have any good ideas?"

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"Remember Misty we met in the swamp?" Robb said.

Madison frowned: "That weird swamp witch?"

"I see!" Zoe suddenly realized, "Misty is born with the ability to resurrect. She can even revive herself, not to mention Nan."

Robb nodded: "Misty is obviously stronger than Nan in the same ability to resurrect. Normal witches can't revive Nan, but she can do it."

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

There are not many witches nowadays. When she heard a few people mention that Misty has the ability to resurrect, she could only think of Misty Day who was burned alive by fanatics some time ago.

Zoe hurriedly explained.

Cordelia was very happy after hearing this and nodded, saying, "Very good! Robb, since you know where she lives, then invite her here tomorrow morning. No! Wait a minute..."

At this point, Cordelia's expression became very serious.

Although she couldn't see, she still made a gesture of looking around at everyone, and then she said straight to the point, "My mother doesn't want to leave the position of the Supreme Witch."

Robb nodded in agreement.

Zoe and Madison, who had already known some of the truth from Robb, were not surprised.

Madison curled her lips and pointed out directly: "Isn't this obvious? With extremely strong power and the highest power and wealth in the world, who would want to die? Bill Gates and his gang can't do it, let alone Fiona. If it means staying alive, I think everyone will do whatever it takes."

"No! That's not the case!" Cordelia, who was a little surprised by everyone's performance, retorted, "Not everyone will do whatever it takes. In the past, every Supreme Witch, for the continuation and safety of the witch group, would take the initiative to pass on everything they have to the next one when they grow old. They are all great people who deserve respect."