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I just wished someone else had said that to me, not some devil or witch. Jiang Kehan shrugged and prepared to leave.
"No need for empty words, sister, let's hope."
Her eyes were filled with thoughts; for her, this commission was a gamble.
It was a small gamble, risking her own safety, and she was already used to this level.
Is Chapter 102 really normal?
With her personal space, Jiang Kehan herself became a large storage station, with all supplies prepared well in advance, so there was no need to purchase any more resources.
As a seasoned hoarder, Jiang Kehan owns almost every potion or magical item she can afford that she might need!
The question is: I may not use it, but I cannot be without it. It's like a single-player game from a past life. Whether I have time to play it is my business, but Curry cannot be without it.
So, Jiang Kehan naturally walked out of there and headed towards the location of the Witch Tower.
As the sun fully rose, the number of pedestrians on the road increased, mainly from various alien races whose biological clocks were slightly later than those of the witches.
Their mode of transportation differs from that of witches.
The floating pavilions, for which no witch organization would pay for them, were too extravagant for them, so they generally stood on a small disc.
This disc can float in the air and provides a projection screen and autonomous driving, allowing them to quickly learn about today's events, though not very fast.
However, Jiang Kehan felt somewhat ashamed when she saw several people openly using the projection screen to start working.
Haha, everyone is really working hard.
Jiang Kehan turned her head and began scanning the surroundings for any spatial pavilions.
The transportation methods in the city are not fast, but the area is very large, so the main mode of movement is still teleportation via space pavilions.
The only good news is that the density of the Earth City Space Pavilions is relatively high, which can be offset by continuous short-distance teleportation.
Otherwise, Jiang Kehan would rather leave than use the space pavilion; it's too torturous.
There were quite a few spatial pavilions around, so she randomly chose one and went inside, moving continuously towards the location of the Witch's Tower.
But the overall experience is still not good.
Jiang Kehan pushed open the door of the final space pavilion with a dark face. She felt her brain buzzing, as if there were mosquitoes flying around her, but she couldn't find the other person.
One day I will figure out why the Space Pavilion is so torturous. Logically speaking, a witch's control over space should not lead to this situation.
Jiang Kehan wiped the drool that had accumulated in her mouth, and after supporting her waist for a while, she stood up straight.
She let out a long breath and looked at the towering Witch Tower in front of her.
Its base is an arched church on all four sides, giving it a mysterious feel, while its top rises straight up, piercing the clouds, with darkness occupying half of the field of vision, including the boundless sky.
Like the Tower of Babel in mythology, its exterior is a jet-black alloy without any weld marks, with a slight reflection, only occasionally punctuated by the appearance of elves and witches, adding a touch of extra color.
In front of the church, there was still a large barrier, weaving mysterious patterns that were imprinted on the sky and the ground. It was not oppressive, but deathly silent.
It wasn't that the witch didn't make a sound, but rather that an omnipresent soundproofing array separated them, ensuring they wouldn't interfere with each other and maintaining secrecy.
Jiang Kehan didn't move. She just closed her eyes and silently recited her request. The runes under her feet glowed slightly and led her to an auxiliary room.
"No matter how many times you try, you'll still be amazed by the power of the Witch Tower." Jiang Kehan looked at the typewriter in front of her and the witch with dark circles under her eyes next to her, and couldn't help but marvel.
Mind reading allows a witch to move without her noticing, and even predicts the future to some extent—truly superhuman.
The witch with dark circles under her eyes glanced at her casually, stopped what she was doing, and reached out to the typewriter.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, without anyone operating it, the typewriter produced a large amount of text, which eventually ended up in her hands.
“You’re Miss Jiang, right?” She looked at the contents of the paper and nodded to Jiang Kehan. “Please come with me. The portal to the miniature shattered space is in another room.”
Jiang Kehan nodded honestly. At her current level, she couldn't tell the other person's strength, but they should be able to easily beat her.
The two of them made their way towards the wall, but water-like ripples appeared, as if they had stepped into another space, with a vast sea of stars beneath their feet.
But Jiang Kehan knew that what lay below were fragmented spaces within Pingjiang City, constantly monitored by the Witch Tower.
That's why Chi Chenxi said that true freedom only comes from an unknown future.
Their perception of time became blurred; they didn't know how long they had walked—it might have been an instant, or it might have taken a year. Time was meaningless to them.
Finally, they pushed open the non-existent door and stepped into another room, which was empty except for a display stand in the center, showing a faint light.
"That's the shattered space you're going to. Remember to prepare your life emblem. But if you encounter a situation where your mind is corrupted by the other party, remember to come back immediately."
The dark-circled witch yawned, then stared at Jiang Kehan.
"Fate is powerless to change your own thoughts, remember that."
Jiang Kehan nodded cautiously, took out an inactive life emblem from her personal space, activated it, and bound it to a resurrection point.
"You can enter just by touching it, right?" she asked the other person.
The dark-circled witch nodded, turned and left, appearing cold and unapproachable.
Jiang Kehan didn't pay much attention, but nervously reached out her hand towards the faint light. With the sudden surge of light, she disappeared as well.
The place has returned to its initial desolation, devoid of any distinctive features.
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Jiang Kehan opened her eyes, casually cast a spell to negate her presence, and then cautiously looked around.
This feels like being in the wild, but there seems to be a compacted road in the distance.
Relying on her supermodel witch physique, she moved towards the road. Witches have a much better sense of magic than physical objects, so Jiang Kehan tried her best not to rely on magic to move.
She even had to suppress the spread of her magic and could only observe her surroundings with her naked eyes.
This also adds considerable difficulty.
She walked silently along the road until she saw a village.
"Phew, hopefully this isn't the worst-case scenario."
Jiang Kehan composed herself, feeling somewhat nervous. She took out her long staff and prepared for battle.
When the tainted blood gets out of control to a certain extent, it becomes almost a world-ending threat to other creatures, and it can infect other creatures, turning them into zombie-like beings, but even more powerful and terrifying.
This broken space, which has been sealed off for some time, is truly a blind box; no one can say for sure how far things have progressed inside.
Jiang Kehan walked slowly toward the village, chanting spells as she did so, while her hands gathered different spells.
She didn't miss a single one – protection, attack, and restraint – since she had plenty of magic power.
However, what greeted her was not the roaring monsters and the uncontrolled filth, but the innocent questions of a young girl.
"Who are you, big sister? Why are you dressed so strangely?"
Jiang Kehan looked at the girl in front of her, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, her brows furrowed deeply, and she couldn't help but use her magic to sense the surrounding situation.
To her surprise, the village seemed to be a normal village, with residents living happily.
Is this really normal?
Jiang Kehan's eyes were full of confusion.
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Chapter 103 Did the puppet turn into a puppet on its own?
"Well, who I am isn't important. Little sister, who are you?"
Jiang Kehan's words seemed to materialize, carrying a wisp of pale pink smoke as they flew toward the little girl.
The wisps of smoke wrapped around her like ribbons, then drifted into her ear, instantly making the little girl's eyes look bewildered and lowering her guard.
Jiang Kehan was very satisfied. Although the spell was not high-level, it was still quite practical. At least it was more effective than hypnosis against those beings without magic power!
Please call me Han, the master hypnosis expert.
“My name is Dave, and I am a child living in Nordan Village. My mother asked me to go to the market to buy some potatoes.”
After saying that, Dave opened her small hand that had been tightly clenched, revealing a few dirty coins stuck to her sweaty palm.
It seems this is the basic currency of this broken space, mainly made from minerals... Jiang Kehan glanced at the coins and easily determined that she could replicate them using Sweet Memories.
However, that's not the point right now, Jiang Kehan continued to ask.
"Dave, are there any legends in Nordan Village or even further afield? I mean, the kind that are terrifying and have a strange quality."
Jiang Kehan squatted down and extended her hand to Daifu, her magic flowing into Daifu's body like threads.
She was very careful; the bloodstained familiars had a history of displaying reason, and this meant that she was in trouble.
The Bloodstained Kin are the products of the Bloodstained Mana dissipating and then parasitizing. If they all possess reason, then the Bloodstained Mana itself would not have fallen into madness and become insane.
Rather, it's the kind of madman who, knowing he's wrong, still stubbornly marches towards his doom, singing his praises as he accelerates forward.
It's hard to say which is more difficult to deal with, but if the goal is to save lives, Jiang Kehan would rather the other person just be mentally unstable.
The magic pierced Dave's skin and then spread to every part of her flesh. It could be said that Jiang Kehan knew her body better than Dave did.
That's impossible! Why does this child have traces of magic on him, but no magical power from the tainted blood?
Jiang Kehan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. The other person was unbelievably healthy, without any of the possible ailments that might occur under such living conditions. It was as if the inside of the body was a flesh and blood doll sculpted by a witch.
However, since she was not a member of the Bloodstained Clan, Jiang Kehan did not sense any other magical power within her.
This was definitely achieved through magic, but why would the Bloodstained Blood do such a thing?
Jiang Kehan smiled and patted Daifu's little head. Daifu's hair had a lot of mud stains and looked a little rough.
She withdrew her magic and said softly, "Think carefully, Dave, your sister needs this information."
Dave's eyes were somewhat confused. She began to rack her brains to find relevant memories. Finally, her eyes lit up and she spoke to Jiang Kehan.
"Sister, have you ever heard the story of the puppet?"
Oh, a puppet?
Jiang Kehan conjured a candy and placed it in Daifu's small hand, speaking gently.
"Could you tell me more about this story? I'm really curious about it."
Dave instinctively unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth, but this wasn't normal candy; it had the effect of activating memories.
She licked her lips; the candy was sweet, much sweeter than the slight sweetness you get from chewing breadcrumbs. She couldn't bear to keep it in her mouth, and a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.