The sky was gray, the rain was pouring, and visibility was very low in the water curtain.
The ground leading to the slums was full of potholes and there was a lot of water on it. The young artist held his drawing board over his head and jumped step by step, jumping over the puddles like a nimble rabbit, and ran towards his home.
He is a local and an orphan. The brick house left by his parents is not small in size, but it is very dilapidated, has poor lighting, occasionally leaks, and is not very windproof and cold-proof.
But he had no other place to stay. In this bad weather, it was so happy to have a home that could shelter him from the wind and rain.
The usually unbearable darkness and dampness seemed to become warm and tender. As if he had discovered something, he suddenly stopped while running wildly on the street.
A woman was lying on the corner of the street. The rain had wet her khaki shirt jacket and yellow gauze skirt.
Her face was pale and bloodless, and her long brown-red hair was spread out wetly, like a delicate flower that had been destroyed by a storm, lying on the ground helplessly.
The young painter stood still for a few times. After struggling for a while, he picked her up and took her home.
After taking it home, he felt a little embarrassed. The woman was unconscious and still wearing soaked clothes, but it was difficult for him to take off the clothes of a young woman.
He asked the little neighbor girl to take off her clothes, but not long after, he heard the girl's scream while waiting under the eaves outside the door.
The girl ran out of the door in panic and said that the woman had a long wound on her abdomen, which was full of blood, and then went home with a scared look on her face.
He had to go into the house, take off the other person's clothes and bandage the other person's wounds.
Looking at the unconscious woman's beautiful face, smooth skin, and sexy legs, he couldn't help but blush as he had never had a girlfriend.
However, he didn't do anything obscene. He kept his eyes closed when he took off his underwear and quickly covered it with clothes, although the unconscious person might not feel anything at all.
The woman lay awake in bed. In the slums, his house was not small, but his paintings could not be sold. Due to financial constraints, he only had one bed and all the extra furniture was sold.
At night, he had to sleep on a bunk on the ground. Fortunately, it was still autumn and he didn't catch a cold.
The next morning, he fed the woman some milk and then went out, creating and selling paintings at the same time.
When he came back after buying some beans and a fresh fish, the other party had already woken up.
The woman had already put on another set of clothes, a mid-length floral dress with a white shirt-style upper body and red and blue flowers embroidered on the skirt.
The young painter was very confused. There should be no women's clothes in his house.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Her pale and bloodless cheeks made her look weak, but her voice was cold: "You brought me here and helped me treat my wounds?"
"I saw you were unconscious, so I hugged you back. I'm sorry, I promise, I didn't peek... No, I closed my eyes..." the painter said hesitantly.
She seemed to smile and twitched her brown-red hair: "What do you need? I can grant you a wish."
"My wish is that one day everyone will like my paintings. I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Igor Cassina, a street painter." The young man said warmly.
"I'm sorry, maybe you should change your wish. I can't do anything about art. No one can make others suddenly fall in love with a painting.
But I can give you some money. I'm Claire. "The woman stared at the young man with a handsome face, blond curly hair, and blue eyes.
"It's not necessary. I'm used to having nothing. You can have a good rest and I'll prepare lunch." Igor said nonchalantly.
He entered the kitchen carrying beans and fresh fish. After a while, he walked to the edge of the bed carrying a bowl of fresh fish, a bowl of bean soup, and a piece of white bread.
"You don't have to be like this, I can do it myself..." Claire's pretty face turned red, a little embarrassed.
Igor shook his head and put the pea soup into her lips with a spoon. For the first time, she felt the warmth of being cared for.
She lived here, and Igor's dilapidated house had a tenant for the first time. He could get a large amount of rent from her every month, although he felt that the other party gave too much.
Two months passed in a flash, and he found a lot of strange things about her, but he didn't think much about it. The two got along very happily, and he often painted for her.
Until that day, the painter found a wanted notice in front of the church of the Church of Light...
After returning home, he hesitated for a long time. Looking at her who had dyed her hair black and her appearance had changed a little, he said slowly: "You must be a witch. You don't allow me to clean your room. There are some things in it." It's not convenient for me to see things.
I should have known. Every time you come back, I can smell a faint smell of blood from you. It is the smell of human blood. You may not know it. I saw some glowing runes on your arm that day. "
Claire stretched out her hand, and a golden ladybug flew down from the beam and landed on her finger: "I know what happened that day. You look so clumsy."
Igor sighed: "The church's wanted notice said that you killed more than a hundred people. The famous 'Red Witch', you must have killed those people in Shenghua District recently. To be honest, I hate that kind of wanton deprivation." The act of another’s life.”
Claire lowered her head slightly and said in a cold voice: "Why don't you inform the church people that I didn't find a paladin or priest following you.
I was almost killed by a fourth-level paladin named Michelle. If you hadn't brought me in that day, he would have found me, and now I should be burned to ashes on the ruling pillar in front of the church. "
"Yes, I actually regret it a bit. I don't know what to do. The seven people in Shenghua District were killed by me to some extent.
I heard that you can draw strength from blood. Why did you sacrifice the near for the far away? You were weak at first, but it would be easy to kill me. Why not just kill me? "Igor stared at her with a complicated expression.
Claire stood up, her hair gradually dyed red and fluttering, her skirt moved automatically without wind, many black and red runes began to appear on her arms, a blood moon rose from behind her, and countless red lights were like petals. Unfolded, it is bright, charming, and impossible to look at.
"Ka... Ka"
Several red psychic chains suddenly appeared in the blood moon and wrapped around the young painter's legs like vines, restricting his movements. He looked surprised, but there was no fear on his face.
"Red Witch" Claire's skirt fluttered slightly, she walked up to Igor with a lot of steps, stretched out her white palms to touch his face, and slightly opened her red lips: "You already know my identity, even though you are very You're stupid for not going to the church to report me, but it's not too late to kill you now."
The painter stared into her eyes as dark as the abyss: "I think you have a good heart, why would you do such a cruel thing."
Claire laughed, her smile quickly faded, and her face turned cold: "Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to teach me a lesson?"
Igor lowered his eyebrows and suddenly reached out to hug her, caressing her fair face, and then awkwardly kissed her red lips.
Claire was startled, but she didn't break away. After a long time, all the visions on her body disappeared, and she leaned in his arms like a weak woman, staring into his blue eyes close at hand: "You could have done that then, then I was really unconscious at night, and the ladybug had no attack power."
"You will kill me afterwards."
"No, I am a traditional witch and abide by the principle of equal exchange. I would rather you do that, so that we don't owe each other anything."
"I want you to come with me and we change places."
She looked struggling, hesitating, repeating the cycle of killing and being hunted. After so many years, she was really tired.
Igor Cassina took out a silver-white ring from his pocket. He bought it a week ago and spent almost half of his savings.
He slowly put the ring on the middle finger of her left hand. Claire stared at him with a pious face and couldn't help but burst into tears.
They moved to the east of the city, and the "Red Witch" disappeared. Three years later, people in the dark world thought she was dead. In the end, even the church revoked her wanted order, believing that she died in some accident.
If that incident had not happened, there would only have been the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Cassina, and there would have been no more cruel and bloody Red Witch.
"I came here to listen to your nightmares with the intention of listening to a ghost story. After working on it for a long time, it turned out to be a love story." Renn couldn't help complaining.
John, who was narrating the contents of the dream, was interrupted and his face twitched: "This is the before, the rest is terrifying."
Catherine glanced at Ren and asked, "You know so much, why were you so secretive before? Also, why didn't you tell the church about this?"
With a frown on his face, John said, "I couldn't trust you at first. It wasn't until you took out the key to the portrait studio that I was sure that the boss had entrusted this matter to you.
As for why I hid it? Because I'm afraid, that witch knows who I am, she lives in Billy Street! If I mess with her, will she kill me and my family?
You should know that she has a kind of golden ladybug that can spy on the surroundings. I am not sure if she is targeting me. I don’t even dare to go to the church to reveal this! "
Ren said expressionlessly: "So, you just have nothing to do with yourself and watch others being killed?"
"You are extraordinary people, right?! Of course you are not afraid, but what about me? How can I protect myself and my family? The other party is the Red Witch, a powerful witch who needs the 'Holy White Sword' Michelle to deal with! "
John's expression became excited, and his face was full of pain, remorse, and guilt: "I am saying this now because I can't hold it anymore. Anyone who has a little conscience will not watch others being killed and remain indifferent!
I am telling everything now, and I also hope that you can ensure the safety of my family! "
