These methods, like those of legendary witches, are extremely evil.
“Life has its charming and fragrant flowers, and its ugly and smelly swamps, but whether it’s flowers or swamps, they are all experiences that can enhance our abilities,” Yang Qinglan whispered in her ear. “Most importantly, we can learn these skills. This is the purpose of the game that allows us to go back to the past—to absorb past knowledge and grow ourselves.”
Li Qianxia nodded, her aversion to these things lessening somewhat.
"Lan." The old nun, having purified the malice, walked over with the young nun.
"Are you injured?" Yang Qinglan asked.
“We’re fine.” The old nun shook her head, while the young nun looked at Yang Qinglan with adoration.
"Has the aura disappeared?" Li Qianxia asked curiously.
“It’s not completely gone, but it hasn’t had any impact either.” Relying on her identity as a nun, Yang Qinglan vaguely sensed, “If before it was like glass left on the beach, now it’s like the traces left by seagulls.”
"Oh." Li Qianxia understood.
“Lan,” the old nun said solemnly, “to eliminate the Face-Stealing Ghost, we must prepare a heart-soothing potion.”
"A face-stealing ghost?" Li Qianxia was puzzled again. "What kind of monster is that?"
The opponent didn't even make a move; they simply turned the Centaur and the Shadow Blade Spider into ghosts.
"It's a type of ghost; it targets beautiful women and steals their faces."
Li Qianxia looked at Yang Qinglan: "It's all your fault."
"Yes." Yang Qinglan nodded.
"......shameless."
Ignoring Li Qianxia, Yang Qinglan looked at the old nun and asked her, "What is the heart medicine?"
"You've been studying holy arts all this time. Once you enter the monastery, you'll gradually learn more about this. The Heart Potion is a potion made from 'Summer's Heart,' 'Wind's Heart,' 'Frightened Bird's Heart,' and 'Holy Blood.' It can cause devastating corruption to ghosts."
"Summer's Heart? What are all these?" Li Qianxia was completely confused.
Summer, the wind, and the heart?
The young nun beside the old nun, seemingly eager to get Yang Qinglan's attention, spoke up:
"The heart of summer is the summer morning storm; the heart of the wind is the withered leaves it carries away; the heart of the startled bird is... is..."
When Yang Qinglan looked at her, her head felt hot and she couldn't remember anything.
“It is the heart of a bird startled by an arrow,” the old nun added. “Holy blood, the blood of a virgin who has no love.”
The young nun glanced at Yang Qinglan furtively, worried about embarrassing herself.
The old nun continued, "We can use last year's heart for the wind, the heart for the startled bird is always available, and the holy blood comes from Lan and Phil—"
Li Qianxia also stole a glance at Yang Qinglan.
She's a virgin, but has she ever been in a romantic relationship...?
"—Only the heart of summer needs to use three hours of fresh storm water."
"Is there any medicine readily available?" Yang Qinglan asked.
The old nun shook her head, about to say something.
“Face-stealing ghosts are rare,” the old witcher said, leading the young witchers over. “These kinds of monsters are only interested in the most beautiful faces. I’ve traveled with many female teammates in my life and never encountered one, so people don’t usually carry heart potions.”
“And it’s too late to go back and get the potion,” the old witcher continued. “We must get to Menlo Park immediately and stop Edison from turning into a vampire before 4 a.m. on July 15.”
"We can only pray that it will rain heavily on one of the two days, the 13th or the 14th," the old nun said worriedly.
The old witcher grinned, but there was no real joy in it.
"During heavy rain, some monsters can go out even during the day."
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