Becoming a god by raising witches

Because the wardrobe is directly opposite the bed, the gap provides just the perfect opportunity to capture a romantic scene.

Of course, Eileen had to help him prevent that annoying flashing light from appearing, otherwise he would be caught on the spot.

"Xiao Ai, what's wrong?"

Noticing Eileen's somewhat strange expression, Locke asked.

"There is a type of person in this world who is very attractive to witches, like a witch's magnet. I used to be like that. Wherever I went, I would unexpectedly encounter my kind. But since I became a follower of that one, I no longer have this ability."

Um, do you mean [Witch Affinity]?

Locke felt inexplicably guilty.

Wait, Miss Eileen, why are you suddenly saying this?

Locke was slightly taken aback.

"Xiao Ai, is Sheria a witch?"

Eileen nodded slightly.

"Judging from the smell in this room, she is most likely a witch. Congratulations, you have encountered the witch you have been longing for again."

Locke sensed a strong sense of mockery in those words.

During this time together, Eileen had heard various neighbors discussing Locke's search for the witch.

Locke was deeply troubled by this. He had been young and ignorant, unaware of the dangers of witches, and had searched for them everywhere. Now, he only wanted to take good care of the one he had, but he kept encountering other witches for no reason.

Moreover, none of them were kind people.

The red crystal necklace around her neck is the best proof.

"We'd better go."

Locke didn't want to provoke a new witch, and he could continue investigating Lloyd even without following the lead of Sheria.

But Eileen disagreed.

"Since you're already here, why leave? Even if you leave this room now, she'll still find you by the scent. A witch's sense of smell is incredibly sharp."

"Aren't you very weak?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Locke's eyes.

"Yes, I am very weak, which is why I need to replenish my strength."

Eileen glanced at Locke.

So you think you can easily deal with this witch even when you're weakened?

Locke looked at Eileen with suspicion.

“Foolish pet owner, if you dare to doubt my abilities again, I’ll make you sweep the public restroom 200 times.”

Eileen narrowed her eyes into slits and threatened.

She wasn't going to leave. The reason she had Locke wear the necklace tainted with the witch's aura was to attract the witch. Unfortunately, before the witch could come looking for her, she and Locke coincidentally walked into the witch's apartment.

This can only mean that fate is on your side.

"I was wrong, I just didn't want us to be in danger."

Locke was flexible and never ambiguous when admitting his mistakes, because he believed that Eileen was really capable of doing such a thing.

"Don't worry, I've recently absorbed enough soul power, so there won't be any problems."

Eileen confidently raised her chin.

Although she had previously exhausted some of her strength by switching bodies with Locke and resisting the dream invasion of the strange object C13 Dream Heart, she has now almost fully recovered.

Suddenly, clear footsteps reached the ears of a person and a cat.

Locke and Eileen exchanged a glance, and their target went upstairs.

About five minutes later, Locke heard the sound of a key turning in the door.

"Aren't you going home today? Your wife will be angry, won't she?"

A soft, delicate female voice rang out.

"Oh, my sweetheart, don't mention that woman. My heart belongs to you. I wish I could be with you every moment. Sheria, you are simply the most beautiful angel."

Lloyd's lewd voice also reached Locke's ears.

Lloyd and Sheria were entwined, their figures swaying from the living room all the way to the bedroom, the luxurious apartment filled with a fragrant aroma.

Locke's Adam's apple bobbed, saliva dripped, and his whole body felt hotter. He even felt that the cat next to him looked more handsome.

There's something wrong with the smell!

He quickly realized the problem, pinched his thigh hard to keep himself awake with the pain, and saw what Lloyd's mistress, Sheria, looked like.

She had light golden curly hair, fair and radiant skin, and deep, alluring eyes. She was a rare beauty, especially with her voluptuous figure, which exuded the mature charm of a young woman. Her legs had soft lines, and her voice was extremely pleasant to listen to.

Any man would probably succumb to her allure and become her devoted follower.

Locke's mind, which had just regained its senses, was immediately shrouded in a pink mist, in which the man on the bed seemed to become himself.

But the image vanished in an instant, and he was brought back to his senses by the cat's tail in front of him.

Eileen glanced at him.

"Hurry up and take the picture, or you won't have another chance later."

Locke nodded, quietly opened the camera, and pressed the shutter.

With Eileen's help, the camera indeed stopped flashing, and the black and white photo slowly emerged from the machine.

Locke put the erotic photo in his coat pocket and gave Eileen an OK sign.

At the same time, Sheryl, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up, a smile spreading across her beautiful face.

"A mouse has come in."

"Rats? How could there be rats in an apartment?"

Lloyd reached out and grabbed his lover's slender waist, wanting to continue.

Sheryl opened her small mouth and gently exhaled a pink mist towards Lloyd, who immediately fainted on the bed.

"Come out, little mouse."

She stood up, grabbed a silk robe to cover her graceful figure, and walked barefoot slowly toward the wardrobe.

Locke smelled an even stronger fragrance, and the image of him and Sheria in bed together came back to mind.

Snapped--

The black cat's paw pressed down on Locke's shoulder, bringing him back to his senses. He nervously raised his camera, realizing he had almost dropped the massive creature worth 1 silver coin.

squeak-

Sheryl opened the wardrobe door.

The black cat had long since disappeared, leaving only Locke holding a camera, his expression somewhat blank.

[Ding! Witch information detected: Sheria Dutra]

Successfully feeding the witch will randomly grant you one of her superpowers.

[Only one piece of sweet potato cake was detected on the host.]

[1% success rate in feeding]

Sheryl's eyes moved down from Locke's handsome face and finally landed on the red crystal pendant around Locke's neck.

The smile on her face gradually faded, her beautiful brows furrowed, and she reached out her slender, white hand, snatched the necklace from Locke's neck, and held it tightly in her hand.

"Where did the soul devoured by the red crystal go? You rat! Thief!"

Chapter 47, A Special Feeding.

Locke knew that even if he explained that he had picked it up from the ground, and that the devoured souls had nothing to do with him, Sheria wouldn't believe him.

As he watched Sheria's face gradually contort, Locke felt his life bar rapidly shrinking, and his heart pounding.

Snapped--

An invisible force pulled Locke out of the wardrobe and slammed him hard onto the ground.

Locke's face made intimate contact with the floor, and pain swept through his entire body.

But it didn't end there. The force, like a giant hand, grabbed Locke and threw him off the floor against the wall.

boom--

Locke's body collided with the decorative painting on the wall, shattering the frame, and Locke fell to the ground.

The next second, he was pulled by this force and crashed into the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Like a sphere, after undergoing multiple high-speed rotations, he was finally slammed heavily onto the floor.

Locke's stomach churned violently, and he couldn't help but vomit up everything he had eaten during the day, along with a thick, red liquid.

He clutched his stomach and curled up like a mantis shrimp.