Chapter 187 The Ugly Witch (1)

In the virtual hall of another time and space, a woman with a pointed nose wrapped in a black cloak looked at Shi Yi and Fu Liansheng standing in front of her with sharp eyes, half believing and half doubting: "Can you really make my wish come true?"

"If you don't believe it, why come here?" Shi Yi smiled happily, looking generous.

"I can't make it come true even with my witch magic, so, I'm sorry, I..." The witch spread her hands and scratched her waist.

Obviously, this was her first time to say sorry to someone, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

"What is your wish?" Fu Liansheng saw her embarrassment and spoke to break the silence.

The witch pulled off her black robe, allowing Shi Yi and Fu Liansheng to see her body and face that had been shrouded in darkness for many years.

After just one look, Fu Liansheng moved away.

It was not because of the difference between men and women, but because the visual impact was too great. The skin covered by the witch's black cloak was all ulcerated, and some places even began to grow maggots, and fat white worms were twisting on it. On the witch's face, countless shrunken blisters overlapped, making people scared and nervous.

Shi Yi said calmly, "What do you mean?"

"I'm cursed." The witch felt much better because of Shi Yi's calmness, so she looked directly into Shi Yi's eyes and said, "This is the most powerful curse in our family. If I can't lift it by the age of 24, then all my white flesh will be eaten by these maggots. And new maggots will soon breed on my face."

"How to lift the curse?" Shi Yi could feel her inner anxiety.

"I need to find a prince to marry me sincerely." The witch seemed to think that what she said was a joke, with unspeakable embarrassment and entanglement in her eyes.

Fu Liansheng looked at Shi Yi, hoping that she would not accept such a task, but watched her nod.

"I want something from you as a price." Shi Yi looked at her with a smile, as if what she said was a very simple thing.

"If you can lift the curse on me, my soul will always be driven by you." The witch covered her heart with her left hand, which was their way of expressing the highest respect.

"Sign it." Shi Yi handed her the contract. Although she was not interested in the witch's soul.

The witch knelt on the ground and thanked him again and again: "Please."

Green forest.

The continuous black fog made it impossible to see the road ahead. The forest was dead silent, and no animal sounds could be heard. The rotten leaves exuded a foul smell, which made people feel sick. And those tall trees entangled by black vines had countless sharp thorns on them. If you accidentally touch them, your hands will be red, swollen and festering.

"Respected God, when will you rescue me from this sea of ​​suffering? I was framed by my stepmother and wandered here. I haven't closed my eyes for three days and three nights." Prince Carl's uniform was covered with dust and marks of sharp thorns. He lay powerlessly on a stone covered with sticky moss, his eyes fixed on the sky, his expression tired and miserable.

"What do you want?" The ethereal but ethereal voice echoed in the forest, and a soft light was projected from directly above him.

Carl had walked in the forest for so long without seeing any creatures. He wondered if he had heard wrongly, so he sat up quickly and prayed to the heaven again: "Respected God, I want delicious food and a place to rest, and then find my old subordinates and take back my throne."

He was the legitimate heir to the kingdom. His mission was to go back and take back everything he deserved.

"I am the fairy in this forest, and now I will guide you to where you want." The ethereal voice sounded again.

Carl, who couldn't hear the source of the voice, put his hands together and pointed to the sky, changing directions and constantly thanking. He felt warm all over, and the skin that was originally scratched and ulcerated by the sharp thorns began to heal gradually.

"She is the kindest witch in this forest. You don't have to worry about her hurting you. She can achieve everything you want." The voice seemed to fade away, but the last few words were unusually clear: "The premise is that you must agree to her wish."

"If I can return to my homeland and take back my throne, what's wrong with agreeing to the wish of a kind witch?" Carl straightened his robe, looked forward, and regained his passion for life.

Compared with the vicious and terrible stepmother, even the most terrible witch is easier to get along with.

"You must know that if you betray, you will receive the cruelest punishment in the world." The voice completely disappeared in the sky.

At the same time, in the forest that was originally full of trees and black fog, a path suddenly appeared clearly.

"Is this the path that the fairy showed me?" Carl muttered to himself and stepped onto the path.

He walked along the path until the blisters on his feet dried up. When he was about to give up, he finally saw the cottage he had been thinking about in front of him. He ran at almost the fastest speed in his life.

"Guests from afar, how should I entertain you?" Shi Yi, wrapped in a black cloak, waited at the door of the cottage with a pious attitude.

"The fairy really didn't lie to me. There really is a witch. I am saved, and the country is saved." Carl was ecstatic when he saw Shi Yi.

"I have been waiting here for a long time under the guidance of the fairy in the forest." Shi Yi put her hands together to show her obedience. The wide cloak covered her, and only a pair of cloudy eyes were exposed.

"Respected witch, I have been running around for a long time, thirsty and hungry." Carl made his request, "I want flowers, berries, food and water for shower."

"Please go in and wait first." Shi Yi made a gesture of invitation and turned to walk out of the house.

Neither of them mentioned the wish.

In the evening, Carl ate and drank enough, changed into clean clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.

This was the most sound and restless sleep he had ever had in his life.

In the dream, there was his aging king father, the beautiful and vicious stepmother, and his always carefree, innocent and lovely brother Ryan. He dreamed of his king father's disappointed look at him after he left the kingdom; he dreamed of the pain and powerlessness of being driven out of the kingdom by his stepmother; he dreamed of his dear brother crying and chasing him with a cane, asking him not to leave.

When he woke up, it was already early morning. He opened the window and took a deep breath. He saw large stretches of green grass, bright roses, snow-white mist rising in the forest, nimble birds jumping on the branches, and sika deer snuggling up to the witch and eating grass.

His thoughts paused for a moment, and yesterday's meeting with the fairy in the forest and the fairy's guidance to come here clearly appeared in front of him.

He seemed to have not yet asked the witch what wish she wanted to fulfill.

(End of this chapter)