In the quiet underground, a faint light fell on the stone forest. A woman with a morbid and enchanting beauty walked out slowly. Her slender fingers were covered with blood-red nails that formed a sharp contrast with her fair skin. Their moist and semi-transparent nails gave her a fresh breath, so that people would not think that the woman in front of them was a dead object.

"You are..."

Looking at the Eastern witch in front of her who was slightly taller than her, Loran Hill felt a rare bit of nervousness. Although she knew that even witches could not do anything to her, she could not help but feel a little worried when facing some strange and unknown things.

"Me? It seems that you are very bold. You broke in without even knowing who I am." After the woman walked out of the stalagmite beside her, she sat down on a blue stone with a graceful figure. Her cold white skin was in perfect harmony with the stone beneath her, which made the fresh breath she had just shown lessen a bit.

"Let me guess, little sister, were you tricked into coming here by those mortals who said there was a very bad woman living here and that if you killed her the world would be at peace." She leaned lightly on the stalagmite behind her and raised one wrist. The blood-red silk coiled up her arm like a snake, slowly passing through her fingers, and then a little bit emerged and swayed slowly in the air.

"No." Loran Hill shook his head, and his previous nervousness gradually subsided.

"They just told me that there is a sealed senior here."

"Senior? Ha, that warm and affectionate talk again. I really don't understand. Just because we're lucky and got the Heavenly Scroll, we're considered sisters?"

"We don't know each other, so don't try to get close to me by using words like senior or junior." Her eyes grew colder, and she seemed to be somewhat sensitive and disgusted with such addresses.

However, just when Loran Hill thought that the negotiation would be difficult, the other party changed the subject and asked again.

"Let's put that aside for now. I'm here to entertain you out of kindness, not because we're 'of the same kind', but simply because the two ribbons on your wrists look familiar to me."

"Ribbon?" Loran Hill lowered his head and looked at the thin ribbons on his wrists, one red and one blue, and recalled their origin.

"It was Refilica who gave it to me." Could it be that this witch knew Refilica? If you think about it carefully, it is indeed possible. After all, there are not too many witches in the East, so it is normal for them to have some intersections with each other.

"Oh, did she change her name? Come to think of it, having a sister like me is really not very popular, huh."

Although there was a sarcastic tone in her voice, Loran Hill saw a hint of excitement in her eyes, which seemed to indicate that the relationship between the two was actually quite good.

"Are you and Sister Refilica sisters?" Among witches, sisters are quite rare. Even Loran Hill, who is familiar with the history of witches, heard it for the first time.

"That's right, we are not only sisters, but we also share some power with each other, hehe." She fiddled with the red silk in her hand that was like a spirit snake.

Looking at the image of the witch, Loran Hill slowly recalled the information about Refilica. At that time, Refilica called herself "Red Dress". The power was related to clothes, and the word "red" did not seem to be reflected in the power.

"Refilica loves making clothes. Her ability is related to clothes. What about you?"

"Of course I am related to blood." He was too lazy to hide it and directly stated the scope of his power.

"But using blood-related abilities is a bit boring. I prefer to refine blood into silk to play with. This is borrowing her ability." After the woman finished speaking, she stood up lazily and walked towards Loran Hill.

Seeing that the other party did not stop and was even getting closer and closer and was about to catch him, Loran Hill took a step back and avoided it slightly.

Seeing that the girl seemed a little afraid of her, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she found it very interesting. She took another step forward and let Loran Hill retreat and lean against the cold stalagmite.

Feeling the cold and hard touch from behind, Loran Hill shook his head slightly and stopped trying to escape. Instead, he raised his head.

"My name is Luo Lan, what's your name, senior?"

"You finally asked my name? It seems you know nothing about me." She supported her right elbow with her left hand and looked at the slightly immature girl.

"You can call me Feizhu. The Refilica you just mentioned should be my twin sister, Feiying."

[The color of blood sinking into red, close to the color of cherry blossoms]

"Although we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, the scent on this ribbon is still so familiar. It looks like she is not dead yet." Fei Zhu gently lifted Loran Hill's wrist with both hands, then slowly stroked the ribbon with her fingertips, her eyes filled with nostalgia and thought.

"She seems to be living a happy life. She hasn't come to see me in all these years."

"Maybe there is something unspeakable." Although he had not spent a long time with Refilica, Loran Hill felt that she was not such a heartless person. Perhaps something special had happened between the two sisters in the past, which led to their parting ways.

"Forget it, let's just pretend that I don't have this sister." She let go of Loran Hill's wrist, then walked back to the flat stone and sat down.

"Your name is Luo Lan, right? You look like you are also a witch. Why did you come to me today? I remember Su Qin had greeted others before, and they were not allowed to come to see me, hehe."

"Lord Suqin..." Luo Lanxier could only shake his head regretfully when he thought of the Red Phoenix whom he had never seen before.

"Master Suqin is no longer with us."

"Oh, was he killed? Although it's a bit unexpected, it doesn't seem strange." Fei Zhu leaned against the stone wall, as if sitting on a comfortable recliner, and could not feel the coldness of the stone wall at all.

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