Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. What matters is that I am a caregiver. I hope you can get better..."

Tear open the paper bag and pour the unknown plant debris into the water.

Then, light a match.

Light up the candle of the Doji pattern.

"I hope this makes you feel better."

Caroline recalled what the shop owner had told her, and completed the 'exorcism' ritual step by step.

'Clear this man's sins.'

She dipped into the water around the candle flame and bounced towards the bed and Ben.

'Purge this room of evil...'

'Cleanse this house of sin...'

'His words were lost and wandering in his mind.'

'Let the water flow down and wash away his disease.'

While chanting "disperse", Caroline gently placed her wet hands on top of Ben's head and stroked them down...

'To wash away his disease...'

'Let the water flow down...'

Snap, stroke, turn around and soak your fingers; snap, turn around and soak.

Repeated three times...

She actually heard Ben's call.

The hoarse voice of the person who was diagnosed by the doctors as being unable to speak.

It came out of the throat intermittently.

"Caroline..."

Caroline almost knocked over the basin: "Oh my God...!"

"You, you...really..."

"It's all psychological, it's all psychological..." Caroline muttered, wiping her wet fingers on her pajamas: "God... this is too..."

Old and haggard Ben tried his best to raise his wrinkled eyelids and turned his hopeful eyes towards her; his stiff tongue was once again used by its owner, curling and straightening it to utter words that could be heard and understood.

"help me…"

"help me…"

Caroline tilted her head and got closer to the old man's face: "Go on, Ben, keep talking to me..."

"Save me...save me..."

"What can I do... to save you?"

The old man grabbed Caroline's wrist again, just like last time. This time, she was no longer afraid.

"Take me..."

"Get out of here..."

"no, do not want…"

“Not taking medicine…”

boom!

There was a knock on the door.

boom--!

"Caroline?!"

Mrs. Devereux roared outside the door.

"Caroline? Are you in there?!"

The hurried girl quickly put all the 'instruments' into a big bag, straightened her hair, and opened the door.

There was still panic and fear on the old hostess's fat face.

——Are you afraid that your "curse" will be discovered?

"Caroline? What are you doing?!"

"Tell me a story, ma'am." Caroline responded calmly, hiding the bag in her hand behind her back: "It's just a story, good night story."

"I told you not to lock the door!"

"I remember it now."

Mrs. Devereux looked questioning, "You'd better not do anything weird to my husband."

Just as Caroline had thought before.

She recognized the "historical story" told by the hostess, and there must be many people who knew about it. But she didn't believe the hostess herself. What did she do to Mr. Ben and why did she quickly hire a lawyer to deal with his estate.

After connecting all these events together, Caroline came to a horrible conclusion.

Then...

After one final test, the truth was revealed.

She searched for a whole day, and it happened to be a rainy night.

Open the door to your bedroom.

"Mrs. Devereux?"

Screamed loudly.

"Mrs. Devereux!"

The sound of slippers came quickly, frying pan in hand, "Are you calling me? Caroline?"

Caroline stood in the room with her hands in her pockets and pointed to the roof near the window.

"It's leaking, ma'am."

"Oh...I didn't see that?"

"Come in, and I'll show you."

"All right…"

Mrs. Devereux took a step forward, suddenly.

The toes stopped at the door.

Bow down.

A line drawn with pink runs straight from one end of the door frame to the other.

Blocked tightly.

In the flashes between thunder and lightning, the two women saw understanding in each other's eyes.

"Actually... I'm cooking." Mrs. Devereux retracted her feet, raised the frying pan in her hand, and stepped back while speaking: "... I can't leave the stove."

Caroline smiled, "It'll only be a minute."

"I can see it clearly from here." Mrs. Devereux took out her apron, pulled out a dirty piece of cloth, and handed it to Caroline from a distance: "Use this to block it."

Caroline nodded happily.

"Okay."

Without moving, he stretched out his hand from a distance.

The two people were ten meters apart, looking at each other - the brick powder separated the two sides like a natural chasm.

"Mrs. Devereux?" Caroline raised her lips provocatively: "Can you come in for a moment? I really need you for something."

half an hour.

The woman smiled.

"You are so funny, Caroline. I'll make some tea and you can come out and drink it later..."

He turned around and left quickly without looking back.

Caroline's face darkened instantly.

She came to the table, opened the prepared package, and poured out the 'medicine' that was supposed to be given to Mr. Ben tonight.

Inside the bag was a bunch of candies, a syringe, and some concentrated, powerful sedatives.

Beat them into the sugar cubes.

Caroline knew exactly what to do.

She was going to take Ben away from here.

Mrs. Devereux was a witch and she cursed her husband.

She wanted to kill her husband and seize the inheritance.

Or, sacrifice him.

Use witchcraft.

Get youth or something.

"It's a bit too dark, isn't it?"

A strange dinner, she sent Mrs. Devereux away on the pretext that it was too dark - and when she went to get a candle, Caroline threw a sugar cube into her porridge.

Then, watch her drink it up gulp by gulp.

"So, ma'am, does anyone still know the spell in your little story?"

Confident of victory, Caroline asked about her doubts.

"The spell? It's long been lost. I told you that everything ended many years ago when those two black men were burned to death."

"Really? And where did you learn to cast spells? From that red book in the attic, for example?"

In the flickering candlelight, Mrs. Devereux's face was gloomy. She put down the spoon and looked up: "He is my husband and I am his wife. Caroline, I can do whatever I want to him."

During the conversation, Mrs. Devereux slowly stood up.

Caroline also stood up. "He is not safe here, ma'am."

"What did you say..."

My muscles began to weaken and a feeling of dizziness came to my brain.

"What did you do to me?!"

The old woman glared with bloodshot eyes and roared, "Bitch! What did you do to me?!"

See the picture poorly.

boom.

The woman who fell to the ground struggled to take out a piece of paper from her pocket, and with her other hand she took a chalk marker and drew a circle on the ground - halfway through, her hand fell weakly to the ground.

Caroline walked over leisurely and snatched the paper and the chalk marker.

There was a familiar spell written on it.

"Supreme Protection Spell"

"He's mine... He's mine..."

Caroline went upstairs.

Mr. Ben, it's time to go.

Chapter 8 Ending Ceremony