Valeera struggled to resist the curse spell launched by Qili, and the pain was so painful that she lost the strength to roll over.
She will die soon.
Qili looked at Valeera struggling in the mirror, shedding tears silently while maintaining the curse.
Valeela can only delay the arrival of death, but there is no way to escape it.
This was a curse that was activated using her hair and blood as a medium. It was like a maggot attached to the bone. Even the substitute spell couldn't get rid of it.
At least, with her current ability level, there is no way to get rid of it.
Gradually, Valeera's already fair complexion became darker.
The whites of her eyes rolled up, her mouth opened, and transparent saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, drawing out a slender line of water.
She is going to die.
At this moment, Qili, who was in tears, suddenly regretted it.
Yes, Valeera was right to lie to herself.
But she had just returned her feelings.
She said, "Wait for me."
Qili didn't know what else to wait for, but she no longer wanted Valeela to die like this.
She opened her right palm again and stopped casting curses.
However, there is still a small black flame, like a fluttering candle, burning quietly on the blood knot.
This is a behavior-restricting curse that Qili imposed on Valeela in accordance with the rules of the Witch Cult.
It happened.
"You must not betray the Witch Sect, and you must not disobey your superiors."
This is a peripheral member below Sequence 7. In addition to "not leaking the magic potion formula", the only restrictions they bear.
Generally speaking, this restrictive curse has no room to work.
Because this restriction is quite vague, even if there is betrayal, it will basically have to wait until the superiors notice it before it actually happens.
This is the fundamental drawback of using a restrictive curse to replace a contract, and it cannot be avoided——
It can only restrict specific behaviors in the form of punishment.
If the superior is not aware of it, the curse will not occur; and when the superior is aware of the betrayal, even without this restrictive curse, the superior can use the information in his hands to easily kill the subordinate.
Such a useless and dispensable restrictive curse has now become the final straw for Valeela.
She had lost consciousness and her ability to resist.
Qili stopped her hand, but she could only watch Valeera slowly die.
"No!!!"
Qili shouted in panic.
The slightly illusory black flames rose from her palms again.
However, the seemingly same black flame has a completely different effect than before!
Qili is forcibly dismantling the curse she set herself.
In just a few breaths, the black flame on her hand dissipated again.
This time it completely dissipated, and the bloody hair knot lay quietly in her green palm.
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, Qili coughed violently, and her cough became more and more urgent.
Soon, after a cough, a ball of blood foam spurted out of her mouth.
This seemed to make her feel better.
Reason returned to Qili's brain, and she realized what she had just done.
She violated the rules of the witch sect and violated the limitations imposed on herself——
"All restricted curses against subordinates, once cast, will never be cancelled."
Qili, who temporarily stopped coughing, reached out to the full-length mirror not far in front of her and touched Valeera's figure lying quietly on the ground through the mirror.
"Bye now."
"I do not regret."
After whispering these two words softly, Qili bent over and vomited out bile, her bright red heart, and her lungs and stomach that were burning with black flames.
She leaned down weakly and fell on the soft quilt, losing her voice.
Without her spiritual support, the dark brilliance on the full-length mirror quickly faded away.
The closed room became extremely quiet, with only three candles of different lengths still burning.
Behind the flickering candlelight, in the full-length wooden-framed mirror, Qili's figure lying on her side on the bed was reflected, as quiet as a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss her awake.
She was wearing a pink and purple nightgown, her white arms hanging on the edge of the bed, most of her fluffy and slightly curly dark brown hair was pressed underneath her body, and a few strands of hair floated above her delicate face.
The fingers of her right hand were naturally half-bent, holding the fallen bloody hair knot.
In the room, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
…
Thursday, May 3rd.
7am.
Melissa prepared breakfast, and Klein and Benson had also finished washing and sat at the dining table.
But Valeela unusually did not get up.
Melissa came to the second floor, "Dongdongdong" and knocked on Valila's bedroom door.
"Sister Valeela, it's time to get up."
"Sister Valeera?"
After trying for a while but getting no response, Melissa returned to the first floor and worriedly asked her two brothers for help.
"Benson, Klein, I can't wake up sister Valeela, will something happen?"
After a brief exchange of words, the three quickly returned to the second floor.
Benson and Klein looked at each other and rushed to the door together.
"Peng!"
The door was knocked open.
The elegant light fragrance filled the room, and Klein immediately saw Valeela fainting on the ground behind Benson, wearing only a light blue nightgown.
"Valeera, what's wrong with you?"
Klein exclaimed, and without taking any care to avoid, he knocked Benson's shoulder away and came to Valeera's side in a few steps.
He carefully opened Valeera's body and saw that her face was so pale that it turned blue, completely losing its previous luster.
Fortunately, there is still body temperature.
Benson and Melissa also came to the side at this time.
"Oh my God, what happened to Sister Valila? She is suddenly ill?" Melissa covered her mouth in surprise.
How old was Benson? He was more mature in dealing with problems and quickly gave advice:
"Klein, take her back to bed first and cover her with the quilt. The weather is still a little cold now."
"Melissa, go get a glass of hot water and feed it to her. Then help her change her clothes. We will take her to a doctor as soon as possible."
After receiving the reminder, Klein, who looked anxious, finally had an idea.
He held Valeera's legs and shoulders, exerted force twice, and then picked Valeera up and carried her to the bed.
The first time he used the wrong force.
Valeera's figure looked slender and slender, but it was a lot heavier than Klein expected.
In addition to the weight, Klein also felt the softness and smoothness of her body, and his face turned red.
Soon, Melissa came back with a water glass, sat on the bedside, supported Valila, and fed her water in small sips.
Klein and Benson stood beside the bed, watching anxiously and worriedly.
"Ahem!"
After drinking about half a cup of hot water, Valila coughed a few times and woke up dizzily.
What's wrong with me?
Valila glanced blankly at the Moretti family beside the bed, turning a deaf ear to their surprise greetings. It took her several minutes to regain her consciousness.
"I'm not dead?!"
This was her first thought after waking up.
