The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Awakening...

Sigmon frowned, and quickly came to a judgment. It was absolutely unwise to try to forcefully break out of the manor at this time.

Now, he is somewhat thankful for his previous cautiousness.

In the grass outside the manor, there may be other things hidden in the mountains.

"Go back first."

Recalling that, Sigmon thought that he and Steve only had occasional contact. As long as he could return in time, it should not cause the housekeeper to be alert.

As for the footprints, because it had rained last night, Sigismund chose a gravel path when observing the terrain, which would increase the length of his escape path and increase the risk of exposure.

But at this moment, his previous caution left a ray of life for Sigmund.

Otherwise, clear footprints and muddy shoes would have no way to escape inspection.

Lowering his body, his senses were squeezed to the limit. Sigmon did not choose to go back along the road, because he needed to make a circle, and when he entered the manor, he would most likely collide with the inspectors.

"The concert hall on the first floor."

"I hope that the window I stayed was not closed."

Sigmund himself is not a resourceful person, but he did consider the escape route of escape and failure.

This is not considered meticulous, it is just that he died a lot in the space where the wind and snow circulated, and accumulated a little experience.

He was very fast, the terrain of the manor flashed in his mind, and he came to the window of the concert hall not long after, glanced quickly, Sigmund stood up and pushed gently.

"Crack."

His face changed slightly.

The window left after dinner was locked.

"What to do... Find another way out or risk rushing out?"

Taking a deep breath, Sigmund's eyes were calm, and there was not much panic on his face.

Facing death seven times is enough to change a person a lot.

The storage room...the concert hall...the warehouse under the stairs...or from the second floor...

One by one, plans flashed by, but they were eventually ruled out by him one by one.

"It's too late, I can only do my best!" He clenched his fists, not lacking the courage to face the crisis.

But at this moment, there was a soft sound in his ear.

Then the closed window slowly opened.

The concert hall was dark, like the mouth of a beast squatting in the shadows.

After a moment of hesitation, Sigmund jumped in.

"Who opened the window?"

With doubts in his heart, he looked into the depths of the music, and then saw the white back sitting in front of the piano.

Clang clang clang!

The dull sound of the piano suddenly exploded in my ears. In the silent night, the sound was so abrupt. Then the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the woman playing the piano slowly turned her head, allowing Sigmon to see her clearly through the moonlight. 's appearance.

There is no hideousness or blood stains, this fair and delicate face is surprisingly good-looking, the woman has soft golden hair, wears a white burqa, and has a slender waist and a slender chest...

At this moment, looking at the woman's emerald green pupils, Sigmon felt that he had lost control of his body in an instant. He was in a trance for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the woman had crossed a distance of nearly ten meters and appeared in front of Sigmon.

The blond woman raised her hand and grabbed Sigmon's shoulder, bringing her fair face in front of her, and then her red lips were lightly printed on Sigmon's lips.

Such a glamorous scene would not make Sigmon feel any joy. At this moment, his mind flashed more scenes similar to the fox scholar and the Lanruo temple banshee.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just borrowing a little spiritual power from you."

A soft voice sounded from his ears, and his soft lips sealed all of Sigmon's doubts, and then he felt an inexplicable force being pulled out of his body and transferred from the connection between the two to the body of the woman opposite. .

"Don't the current banshees need to take off their clothes when they draw their energy?"

Sigmund, who was in control, spit out a groove, and then he concentrated his energy and desperately resisted the opponent's extraction.

The woman who was close at hand widened her eyes sharply. She obviously did not expect to suffer Sigmon's resistance, and then the woman stepped forward, increasing the strength of the absorption through the pressure of her hands.

But the next second, a sharp pain suddenly came from the lower abdomen, the blonde woman couldn't help but let out a short scream, and her upper body shrank back subconsciously in the sharp pain.

Before she realized what was going on, a hard head slammed into her face in the dark.

Bang!

"Go away!"

With Sigmund's low growl, the blond woman was knocked out by him, and her slender body scratched several meters on the floor.

"What's the matter, how can he get rid of me..."

A thought flashed in his mind, and the blond woman who was rolling saw a figure rushing towards her like a cannonball.

"Wait, I have no ill intentions!"

She stretched out her right hand suddenly.

But Sigmund on the opposite side didn't hesitate at all.

Bang!

In front of her, Venus was scurrying around, her head was buzzing, the poor woman was kicked on the head by Sigmon, her body swept across and hit a bench not far away, making a dull sound.

After finally breaking free from control, Sigmund succeeded in two consecutive attacks but was not stopped.

As for what the woman just said...

"Wait, I really have no ill intentions, if I continue, the dream I barely maintain will be shattered!"

The woman roared and said that her body suddenly bounced off the ground, but she didn't see how she beckoned. In the next second, the darkness in the concert hall was swept away, all the surrounding windows were opened, and a little warm sunlight poured in. .

"this…"

Sigmund subconsciously stopped.

"Aren't you curious?"

"The huge sound of the piano and the fighting didn't attract the attention of others, and the surrounding sunlight."

The woman got up from the ground and gathered her messy hair. Only then did Sigmon notice that there were no scars or bloodstains on her face.

However, the woman's standing posture is a bit strange, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's slender thighs gathered together, as if they were trying to endure something.

"What is this place?"

"You can understand it as a special kind of dream. I don't mean anything, I just want to borrow a little of your power to help me get rid of the control of this weird manor."

The blonde woman replied.

"I'm Montana Manning, a female monk of the Oracle Church."

"I feel the spiritual power in your body. I think you should have broken the cage of consciousness, completed enlightenment, and acquired special abilities."

"Although there is no contract signed, you are barely considered an extraordinary person now."

"Then you must have seen the weirdness of this manor."

The woman named Montana moved slowly while introducing herself, but her posture was twisted because of the pain in her lower body, like a weird puppet.

"Consciousness cage, what is that?"

Sigmund asked curiously.

"This is a process that everyone needs to go through in the process of enlightenment. Our spirits will be incorporated into a space of consciousness, where we experience many strange things."

"Maybe it's a desert island, maybe it's a dangerous battle. In the process, death is not the end."

Montana looked at Sigmund suspiciously.

"Isn't there any impression? Could it be that your experience is too short?" She was a little curious.

"How long have you been in the consciousness space?"

"Two days? Three days?"

Hearing this, thinking of the strange experience before, Sigmon opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

"Is it less than a day?"

Montana frowned.

"Then you are too short."

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