章 101: 094 A small quilt that no one loves

Witchcraft is truly a magical thing.

With a thought from Lin Anxin, the bloodstains on the wall disappeared in an instant before reappearing, the writing transforming into a terribly haunting 'smile'!

Blood dripped down from the end of each stroke of the 'smile', tracing lines on the wall like the marks of agonizing tears.

It was as if with 'just a thought' and the traces left on the wall would be those conceived in the heart.

There wasn't the kind of consumption of stored spiritual essence like that with spirits.

Nor was there a need to enter into the unique rhythm of the Witch-hunting Knight.

It was really just like sneezing.

This...

Truthfully, Chen Xinmi and Miao Miao were shocked, and Lin An was equally astounded at how simple the casting of witchcraft could be.