Andy held the crystal cup in his hand, wisps of ash shrouded his slender and clean fingers, and the breath wrapped around the crystal cup, making a slight melting sound.

Andy can use the power of witchcraft to corrupt whatever he touches.

Because he was afraid that Zack would have a sensitive reaction to this kind of power, and Andy just wanted to melt the crystal, he suppressed the power as much as possible to a subtle point. Corrosion of ordinary sailor knives in time.

This is actually a curse, because it can be cast on outsiders, so that whatever touches that person will be corroded, he will not be able to eat himself, he will not be able to touch anything with his hands, he will not be able to hold a machete and a musket, and he will not be able to touch rum. Wine and women...it's scary to think about.

A terrible curse.

Andy has always believed that wizards are people who pursue power and knowledge, not those who play with corpses, undead and curses, so after studying for a long time, he slightly changed this curse and turned it into one of his abilities .

Andy believes that this ability can surprise his enemies in battle.

Melting the crystal cup perfectly is a kind of technical work. After all, too much force will corrode the crystal cup. Andy can't be in a hurry. He can only watch the crystal cup change shape little by little in his hands.

It was not until evening that the crystal cup turned into a spherical shape under Andy's control.

Ordinary crystal **** have no magic power. Andy bit his fingertips, dripped a drop of blood, and chanted a spell. The blood dispersed in the ball and finally disappeared without a trace.

The crystal ball emits a faint light and becomes clear, as if it is empty inside

A crystal ball with magic power, which cannot be used for divination or casting spells, but can be used to load souls.

Andy took out the black glass ball from his arms and put it on the crystal ball. Surprisingly, the glass ball fell into the interior of the crystal ball without any obstruction.

The candle light on the small wooden table flickered slightly, and the wooden house became dark.

"The soul floating in the world,

Will be far away from the original body,

Returning with the fear of death,

to be part of the dark forces,

I will give you the right to be born again,

In the name of... Voodoo! "

There was no sadness or joy on Andy's face. He held the crystal ball in both hands and muttered. He saw the black glass beads in the crystal ball slowly changing shape like ink, rippling.

Like a pitch-black newborn baby, the black ink-like thing changed little by little, until finally, it became the same as the headhunter witch.

Slender legs, slender waist, tall and straight...

Just like a miniature headhunter female shaman!

When the glass ball completely turned into a witch, Andy breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, his face was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Just when Andy was about to continue to do something, there was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by Roger's rough voice.

"Andy! Don't sleep, it's time to eat! Hurry up, those damned guys see the food like a mad dog, they won't wait for you!"

"coming!"

Andy replied, stuffed the crystal ball under the sleeping board, wiped the sweat on his face, and opened the door.

"Hey, you don't look very good, are you sick?"

Seeing that Andy was a little weak, Roger supported his shoulder.

"No, it may be an adverse reaction after killing someone in the morning."

Andy shrugged and took a few quick walks. He was indeed hungry.

After having dinner with Roger, Andy didn't stay on the deck to watch the stars every day. After all, there was something waiting for him in his cabin. To avoid being uncomfortable, Andy looked back at Roger's concerned eyes. cabin.

After so long, that soul... should have awakened.

Andy took out the crystal ball, and as expected, the witch's soul was sitting inside, not knowing what to say.

Andy could see inside the crystal ball, but the witch couldn't see outside. In her perception, there was endless darkness all around.

"What's your name?"

…

The witch was trying to get in touch with the **** she believed in through a spell, but to her despair, it seemed that her **** had abandoned her.

She remembered that she seemed to be at a sacrifice...

That one-eyed man! He is an evil heretic!

He has the evil aura of other gods on his body, and his strength is much stronger than himself! He stole the soul he had dedicated to the gods!

Is it because of this, because she failed, that the gods gave up on her?

The witch looked at the darkness around her, she tried to walk a few steps and then stopped, because she knew that she was just walking in place, her senses were blocked, but her heart became more and more pure.

"Have I been imprisoned by the gods? Just like he imprisoned those souls... Is it the judgment that awaits me?"

The witch sat upright. She wanted to break through the darkness in front of her eyes and return to her god. She didn't believe her **** would treat her like this.

She wanted to ask clearly.

"What's your name?"

The witch opened her eyes abruptly, and a voice came from her ear, but she couldn't understand and didn't know what the voice was saying.

Andy felt the witch's strange move, and looking at her blank expression, Andy scratched his head, it seemed... he didn't know the language of the headhunters.

Maybe some alchemists can concoct a language potion, but obviously, this is not Andy's research direction.

As for soul-level communication...Andy hasn't reached that level yet.

Extracting and materializing the soul of a dead person is already his current limit. The rest are just some low-level curses, and there are deeper things Andy has yet to master.

"Hey God, is it Porchiluru?"

The witch suddenly said something, Andy was in control of the crystal ball, so he could hear what she was saying.

"Piana Babuchi Lulu?"

Andy nodded thoughtfully. It turns out that this witch's name is Lulu...