I'm really a witch

His next move is doomed to be impossible.

Wickham felt the uncontrollable stiffness of his body from bottom to top in horror.He was clearly conscious, but he couldn't even perform a simple action like blinking.He wanted to scream in fear, but his tongue also stiffened.

Then he suddenly realized that it had been so long, but he hadn't heard the sound of the vase shattering for a long time.This discovery made cold sweat break out on his forehead uncontrollably.

The poor vase was floating in midair intact at this moment.It didn't have a chance to get close to the target it was thrown, so it was set halfway by Miss Witch.Circe raised his hand, letting it float back to its original position.

The lips moved a few times quickly, and a complicated pattern appeared on the palm.Blowing towards the palm, the pattern drilled into the back of Wickham's neck along the air.

It was as if he had been bitten by a bug on his neck, and Wickham subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.He immediately realized that he had regained the ability to move, but when he tried to jump from the window as he had imagined, he failed again.

He watched helplessly as he slowly walked in front of those two people, resentment and fear distorted his handsome face like a ghost.

Circe frowned, and simply took away the right to control his expression.Nodding in satisfaction, the three walked downstairs.She even made Wickham give the boss a polite nod.

It is really easy to find a deserted place around here.This is not a particularly densely populated place, not to mention that there are not many British people. ,

Walking all the way to a forest, Circe laid down some necessary magic just in case, and then loosened his control over Wickham.

"It's you!" He glared at Circe viciously, "You're a witch!"

Circe glanced at him disdainfully: "Since you know, how do you have the courage to speak to me in such a tone?"

Wickham's face twitched, but in the end, fear had the upper hand, and he settled down trembling.

Darcy stood aside with great interest, without saying a word, just watching.To be honest, he wondered what Circe would do to Wickham.

With blades of grass bound his legs, Circe sifted through the offensive spells in his mind.After looking at Wickham's body, she quickly eliminated these spells.She was a little worried that she would kill people directly. Anyway, killing people is not good.

It is also easy to leave some hard-to-explain wound marks, Circe sighed, ordinary people are too fragile.But it would be too cheap to use only mischievous spells.

Frowning and staring at the evil witch, Wickham's cold sweat never stopped, and he could even feel the clothes on his back were soaked.The legends of witches that he had once laughed off came out of the corner of his memory one by one, disturbing his mind.

He thought that he might disappear forever in this world today, in this place where no one cares about.The witch has not done anything, is she thinking about how to torture herself?

The blades of grass were stretched tightly, the blood in the legs was not flowing, and they were already purple and swollen.A faint tingling sensation spread, and there were bursts of bitterness in the mouth.Circe didn't move, so he didn't dare to move, not even to make the slightest struggle.

Looking at his appearance, Darcy sneered in his heart.Yes, the man has always been such a cowardly villain.

Raising his hand, Circe made a false grasp towards Wickham's chest.The person on the opposite side went limp visibly, his eyes were loose, and he lost consciousness.

Seeing the movement of the girl holding something in her hand, Darcy tentatively asked, "Is it his soul in your hand?"

Circe glanced at him in surprise: "How did you guess it?" After realizing that the attack on the body/body was not going to work, she turned her mind on the soul.

Looking down at the turbid soul rolling in his hands, Circe pouted in disgust.It's disgusting.

Holding Wickham's soul in his left hand, Circe stepped up to Darcy and held out his hand.Darcy lowered his head knowingly, and let the girl's palm stick to his eyelids.When he opened his eyes again, he once again saw the miraculous scene he had seen before.

His eyes lingered for a moment on the ball in Circe's hand, and Darcy had to admit that the girl was using the right adjective.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that someone's soul would be formed into a puddle of mud, and it even made people wonder if he could smell the stench if he got close.

Finally unable to bear holding it with her own hands, Circe spared no effort to build a cage made of magic that confines the soul, and stuffed the ball into it viciously.Leaving Circe's palm, it rushed subconsciously, trying to rush out of the cage and return to its body.

An out-of-body soul always appears duller and stupider.Or to put it another way, the desire to return to the body is so strong that it overwhelms other emotions.For the soul, one's own body is the most suitable container.Unless it is a specially strengthened soul like Circe, ordinary souls cannot exist for too long without the container.

Leaving the container is like throwing a person naked in the ice and snow, it will become weaker and weaker, and even die.Therefore, after the soul leaves the body, it will subconsciously look for its own body, which is the instinct of survival.And if you can't find it all the time, it will rush into other people's bodies under the influence of the obsession to survive, and use it as a temporary container for yourself.

People or animals whose bodies have been seized will show a state of insanity, etc., which is how the stories of "ghosts" in legends come about.And if the soul in the original body is too weak, it is easy to be squeezed out by the foreign soul or squeezed out of the body.In this way, outsiders can naturally occupy this new container and continue to search for their own bodies.

But often the new container does not fit perfectly, it will greatly slow down the speed of the soul's dissipation, but it does not mean that this process has really stopped, the soul still has to continue to search.If it cannot be found, the soul will disappear completely, and the "possessed" body will become stupid because there is no soul to fill it.However, this does not mean that all insanity is caused by this cause, it only accounts for a small part of them.

Wickham's soul is no exception, but it is different from other souls, after all, there is no "cage" around other souls.It is conceivable that the soul will directly collide with the magic that imprisons the soul.Accompanied by the violent trembling of his soul, and a few wisps of black smoke slowly dissipating in the air, Wickham's soul quickly calmed down.Not everyone can have the courage to press their palms on a red-hot iron plate.

In this matter of the soul, every Krética is an expert.Since they know how to strengthen the soul, they naturally also know how to weaken the soul.

Grabbing it casually in the void, a chain with a faint golden light appeared in Circe's hand.After pulling and testing the strength, Miss Witch threw the chain towards the "cage".

The thin chain slipped into the gap of the "cage" like a spirit snake, bound the soul inside tightly in two or three strokes, and tightened it slightly, forcing the soul into a circle.

Tilting her head, Circe tapped on the "cage". The "cage" immediately shrank upward until it became a ball, and the golden light shone and flowed inside it.The compressed magic brought a stronger sense of oppression to the soul, and Wickham's soul trembled under the golden light, unable to move an inch.

The upper part of the chain split, pulled the "golden ball" not far away, and fixed it firmly on the soul.Wickham's soul dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and anyone could easily see its weakness.

With a push of the hand, it was sent back into Wickham's body.With his soul separated from his body and tied up so many times, it is impossible for him to wake up in a short time.The blades of grass let go, guided by Circe, and the man fell to the ground.

She erased Wickham's memory of today, dragged him into an alley, and returned to Pemberley with Mr. Darcy.

On the way, Darcy finally couldn't help asking: "Those," he tried to define, "what's the use of those golden magics?"

Circe looked in a good mood, happily drinking a cup of hot tea. She also handed a cup to Darcy: "It's some magic that weakens the soul. His body will become weaker and weaker, and he will often feel trapped. It's oppressed by heavy objects." She took another sip, "Anyway, he won't have the energy to do any bad things anymore."

As for the string of bad luck curses she secretly added at the end, it's better not to tell this gentleman.With these curses, his rhetoric is useless.However, even at this level, I am afraid that Mr. Darcy has already felt that it is very serious.Circe narrowed his eyes, thinking helplessly.

Darcy nodded, took the teacup, and took a sip.His little girl said that she wanted to torture him, but her heart was still unavoidable, and the attack was really not serious.But this punishment is reasonable, I just hope that Wickham will really stop doing evil because of this.At this point, he probably needs to pay more attention.

"This is?" Withdrawing his thoughts and feeling the taste of the tea, Darcy's eyes widened in surprise.This tea is not cheap.

Circe glanced at him, a little dazed, and didn't understand why he showed such an air: "What's wrong?"

It would be really rude to say that I don't think you can afford tea like this.Darcy pursed his lips, not knowing what to say for a while.

Looking down at the clear liquid in the glass, Circe suddenly realized: "I didn't buy this." She flicked her fingers, and a string of light spots bounced and dissipated in the air. of."

Circe stopped in the woods where they had come, and landed smoothly.The book shrunk back to the shape of a pendant, Circe tapped her fingers, and erased the traces on the skirt and shoe that didn't belong here.By the way, she helped Darcy tidy up, and Circe restrained all her magic again and walked out of the forest.

A maid came rushing towards her, stopped a few steps away, and saluted: "Sir, Miss Lucas, dinner is about to start, please follow me."