Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

This is a small two-story townhouse. The decoration looks a bit old, and there will be a "crunching" sound when you step on the stairs.

Joyce followed Emily with heavy steps, every step seemed to lead to the abyss, and he was helpless.

Finally, the destination has arrived.

It was a dark room with no sunlight. Joyce walked in, as if being swallowed by a beast.

In the closed room, under the dim orange light, stood a pair of men and women with thin clothes.

There is a pile of "chemical experiment equipment" on the table in front of her. Emily is skillfully performing the distillation operation, while she is teaching Joyce the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world.

"There is only one way for humans to obtain extraordinary abilities, and that is to take the corresponding magical medicine."

"Magic medicine consists of auxiliary materials and main materials. When configuring, you must put the auxiliary materials first, and first add pure water..."

"It should be noted that a little more and a little less of the auxiliary materials will not affect the effect of the potion, but the main material must not be too much. Otherwise, what you configure will be a poison that seals the throat with blood."

Joyce looked at it seriously, echoing it from time to time, like when she suddenly received a phone call from her girlfriend while playing games in her previous life, but what she thought in her mind was something else: is she configured?" Assassin' potion?

Wait, what's that in your hand... He saw Emily take out what looked like a clotted blood clot from an iron box and put it into a beaker that had been supplemented with auxiliary materials.

Is that the Beyonder characteristic left over from the Beyonder after his death?

"Drink it, and you will become an Beyonder like me."

Emily's original soft voice seemed to have turned into a whisper of the devil at this moment, Joyce looked at the cup of potion with tragic eyes, it was black, like a pool of dirty mud, still bubbling. .

"I'll be able to rub out flames like you in no time!"

He tried his best to make his tone excited to hide the actual temptation.

Emily's beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and then the corners of her mouth turned up and said:

"This is just the 'Assassin' potion of Sequence Nine. After drinking it, you will gain the ability to sneak in the shadows, possess dark vision and super vision, and your fighting level will be greatly improved, with dexterous steps and full power bursting into one The ability within a blow can even change the body in a short period of time, making it as light as a feather."

Sure enough, it was an assassin, and it was indeed the Witch Path!

Joyce was not in the mood to listen to her description afterward, but felt that the thunder was rolling and slashing straight at him.

At the level of Sequence Nine, the combat power of "Assassins" can be called the top ranks. Damn, the Sequence Seven of this pathway will turn men into women!

Can I not drink? Although I was a women's wearer in my previous life... no, a beauty blogger, I never thought about being a transgender!

Joyce was so nervous that his lips were dry, he lowered his head and swallowed. His brain was running fast and he couldn't think of a good reason. Could he tell the truth? But he is just a rookie in the Beyonder world, how could he know such secrets.

What's more, the original owner had long been fascinated by her, and had absolutely no reason to refuse.

He didn't want to test the conscience of a "witch", even though Emily was always friendly.

Gender is precious, and life is more valuable.

The more hesitant at this time, the easier it is to make mistakes. He took the beaker and drank it. The potion melted in the mouth. It was not as difficult to swallow as he imagined, but it was cool and smooth, like drinking a cup of aloe vera. juice.

The potion went all the way down the esophagus into the stomach, emitting a cold touch from the inside of the body along the way. Every cell in the body seemed to encounter the cold winter at the same time, giving Joyce the illusion that he was about to turn into ice cubes.

Then, the lights in front of me became colorful, like a rainbow reflected by sunlight through a Mitsubishi mirror, colorful, but unfortunately, all the colors were swallowed up by darkness.

The darkness in front of him was spreading towards him at an extremely fast speed, as if to devour him together.

He struggled and resisted with all his strength. I don't know how long it took, the darkness slowly dissipated, and the body gradually regained consciousness. The dim orange light was like a beacon, bringing him back to the real world, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of protection. See the joyful feeling of the moonlight.

At the same time, Emily's soft voice kept coming from his ears, which was to teach him how to control the overflow of the potion and avoid losing control.

"Concentrate, outline an object that does not exist in the world, restrain your spirituality, enter a state of meditation, and slowly restore peace."

Joyce felt that he had entered the realm of emptiness between things and me, and his mentality became peaceful. The tension and fear brought about at the beginning of the journey were swept away. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was still Emily's charming face. face.

At this moment, he knew that he had become an "assassin".

"Do you feel any changes in your body?"

Joyce waved his limbs and performed some of the usual training moves. He felt more at ease, without the slightest jerky feeling, and said with unconcealed joy:

"Until now, I didn't feel that this body really belonged to me."

"Congratulations, you are now a Beyonder of Sequence Nine." Emily felt relieved when she heard the words, and gently applauded.

It's a pity it's the Witch Path... Joyce forced the corners of his mouth to smile, and took the initiative to compliment: "This is mainly due to you, dear."

Since you can't resist, then learn to accept it... Anyway, the potion has already been drunk, and there is no way to jump for the time being. The best way that works at present is to fight with Emily and the snake. After all, the potion formula in the future is likely to be Take it from her.

Absolutely not because the "witch" tastes so good!

Obviously, Emily was very satisfied with his remarks, she took the initiative to put on his body, and said softly, "Then you have to repay others well."

Joyce raised his right hand and patted his chest, and said in a big way:

"As long as it's your business, I'm obliged."

"Oh, just talk when you talk, why pat me on the chest!"

Joyce sneered twice and explained, "I made a mistake, I just became an Extraordinary, so I can't help being a little excited."

"Naughty."

The two cuddled back to the bedroom, and Emily said with a rare seriousness:

"Joyce, it's not necessarily a blessing to become an Extraordinary. When you gain extraordinary power, you must also accept its curse. In fact, every Extraordinary is at any time at the risk of losing control and becoming a monster."

"I've made up my mind." Joyce replied solemnly.

He knew that the tide of the times was rolling in and danger was everywhere, and becoming an Extraordinary was an inevitable choice, but he didn't expect that he had no choice and was forced to become an "assassin".

"Very good." Emily added: "In order to avoid the risk of losing control, generations of Extraordinary have summed up a set of methods to digest potions, that is, acting, and the name of the potion is the role you want to play. , through this kind of play can effectively reduce the risk of loss of control..."

This kind of earnest and instructive tone makes Joyce a little confused. It doesn't look like a "witch" at all, but rather like the tone of a night watchman. The only difference is: we are guardians, and we are a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness. insect.

Could she be an Extraordinary of some church? Can't remember which church cultivates "witches"?

"Do you understand?"

"Ah... I understand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is very clear."

Emily laughed again, and her tone was no longer serious: "That's good, I don't want you to become a monster."

"I don't want to either." Joyce said this very sincerely.

"How are you going to play an assassin?" Emily asked curiously.

Joyce's brain was running at a high speed, thinking about how he would answer this question with his original character, and tentatively said: "Bayam is full of pirates, gangsters and rebels, I want to be an executioner in the dark and uphold justice. , destroy evil."

Seemingly shocked by his second answer, Emily was silent for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and praised:

"It's a really good idea, just right, maybe I can provide a target as your novice task."

I saw that I was waiting here... Joyston became cautious, and still kept an exaggerated tone on his mouth:

"Dear, as long as you speak."

Emily took out a sketch from somewhere. The portrait was of a man in his forties, neatly dressed and wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, like a standard Loen gentleman.

Fortunately, it's not single-rimmed glasses, otherwise I'll report you to the church when I go back... Joyce was startled at first, and then slandered in his heart.

"His name is Locke. He used to be the captain of a pirate ship. He has committed many crimes. Now he lives in seclusion in Bayam. He used to live in Enmat Street. Now he has probably moved out. You can investigate me Is it true?"

Joyce didn't want to look at the pair of glasses, put away the portrait and said:

"My dear, of course I believe you."

"It's so kind of you!"