The Witch's Imaginary Land: Redemption Comes After Sticking Together

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Ya Rou gave a soft snort, withdrew her hand, and let Jiang Kehan ​​go: "You should have said so earlier. Witches don't like riddle tellers."

The witch's attitude towards riddle tellers has always been one of beating them into submission; she's quite fierce.

As for those they can't beat, they'll call for backup.

Regardless of the reason, daring to speak riddles in front of a witch who studies the truth, you must be tired of living!

What if the opponent is also a witch and you still can't beat them? Well, then the opponent must have a deeper purpose; witches have their own unique circumstances!

"What is this knight's name?" Jiang Kehan ​​asked after shaking off Ya Rou.

"Just call her Louis," the White Queen replied.

……

……

Honestly, I was so stupid.

Jiang Kehan ​​and the others bid farewell to the White Queen and headed straight for the west of the city.

But when Jiang Kehan ​​looked at this so-called first knight, she couldn't help but lament her own naiveté.

This is a headless horseman.

So you're this Louis, huh? This is really baffling.

Jiang Kehan ​​admitted that there was a moment when she couldn't help but smile; she was amused by the fairy tale.

Louise was dressed in a black bodysuit and had a black helmet tucked between her fingers. It was clearly her usual "head," and it was even emitting flames.

"You must be the trio of warriors the White Queen was talking about," Louis said, patting his head in welcome.

"Don't mind it, my head is just a little dirty, I'm going to wash it with water." Seeing that Jiang Kehan ​​and the others were staring intently at the "head" in her hands, she couldn't help but explain.

After saying that, Louis took out a toothbrush, dipped it in snow-white toothpaste, and carefully began to clean his teeth.

Is this considered brushing her own teeth...? Jiang Kehan ​​felt that her good karma was definitely going to be lost today.

If the Headless Horseman wasn't named Louis, it would be fine, but the fact that she has that name makes Jiang Kehan ​​inexplicably want to laugh.

Why was Louis XVI safest on the highway? Because he couldn't turn back!

"Yes, my name is Jiang Kehan, this young lady next to me is Ya Rou, and this gentleman is Xiao Ting."

Jiang Kehan ​​suppressed a laugh as she introduced them to Louis.

“It’s clear that everyone here is talented, that’s good.” Louise was pleased, but she couldn’t nod.

"This stretch of road is far from safe."

"What danger is there?" Xiao Ting asked.

"Yes, the Snow Village of No Days cannot find a way forward, the Happy Casino will lose its happiness, and the Pearl Sea will make people turn back."

Louis explained.

"Actually, we weren't the first batch of people sent to deliver goods; it's just that the people before us never came back."

"It's alright, we're not ordinary people," Ya Rou said nonchalantly.

They are the true protagonists of this story, and naturally they will overcome all obstacles to reach the other side.

Jiang Kehan ​​wasn't as optimistic as Ya Rou. She looked at the other person like an old general covered in flags, covering his face.

Miss Ya Rou, have you forgotten the moment you broke down?

Jiang Kehan ​​looked at the headless knight Louis and could swear on her life.

This journey was definitely beyond their expectations, and it even left them in a very awkward situation.

This fairy tale is no ordinary fairy tale; it's a fairy tale that combines abstraction, dark humor, and dry jokes, and it has to be delivered with a powerful punch!

"Alright, I've washed my hair, we can go now." Louis carefully placed his head on his neck, then whistled.

"Shh"!

Suddenly, several snow-white hand bones emerged from the ground, and a skeletal horse engulfed in black flames poked its head out from among them, letting out a neigh.

Louis the Headless Horseman who returned from hell? Interesting.

Jiang Kehan ​​nodded in agreement; she wouldn't be surprised even if the dragon was named Joan of Arc.

Because she can laugh.

Taking advantage of the movement of the skeleton horse emerging from the ground, Louis reached out and grabbed its ribs, then with a graceful twist, firmly mounted the horse.

"Come on, you can sit on the cargo, and I'll pull you to Wuri Snow Village."

"Mm." The three responded and sat down on the goods nearby.

As the skeletal horse began to stride, Louis, like a cowboy, brandished the leash, then swung it out, securing the cargo-laden wagon, and drove off.

The three people on the cargo also began to whisper among themselves.

Xiao Ting tapped her head and was the first to speak.

"I'm afraid my corresponding fear is in the Happy Casino."

She explained with a somewhat forced smile, "Although I don't know the specifics of the casino, as a proper cult witch, I really dislike gambling."

Jiang Kehan ​​had already realized that this pale-faced witch was actually surprisingly cautious.

She was the one who kept Ya Rou in check most of the time, which explains why she was qualified to be the captain of the Whirlpool Society team; it was inseparable from her personality.

Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't help but turn her gaze to Ya Rou.

To be honest, she still didn't really understand what kind of person Ya Rou was.

Even the warmth of the other party's face in front of the White Queen and the Magic Mirror, and their seemingly normal interactions with her, subtly revealed a sense of falseness.

It's like... Ya Rou knew what others would think of her changes, so she deliberately tried to please them.

What are your fears?

Jiang Kehan ​​looked into the distance with some curiosity, lost in thought.

Chapter 221 Snow Village Without Sunlight

The snow began to fall.

Jiang Kehan ​​looked at the scene before her, a hint of surprise appearing in her bright eyes. She opened her arms, trying to catch the drifting snowflakes.

She did it.

Snow melts, but in Jiang Kehan's hands, the snowflakes shimmer like woven sugar.

What would happen if the snow didn't melt, or if it took a very, very long time to disappear?

Jiang Kehan ​​crushed the snowflakes in her hand, climbed off the truck, and couldn't help but take two steps forward, holding onto the truck as she looked further ahead.

The snow began to pile up on this boundary, forming a small slope. The snowflakes danced in the air and finally fell to the ground, turning into a thick but soft blanket of cotton.

This is an ordinary Western-style town, as quiet as winter.

People walked briskly in thin clothes, hurrying along, not even wanting to linger for long.

The snowflakes weren't cold, and Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't feel the chill in her body, but in this silence, she felt an indescribable suffocation and coldness.

She couldn't help but exhale, rub her eyes, and make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Depression, decline, and impatience are the only colors on the faces of the people here.

It's like being dead, just barely managing to live mechanically, only able to move your own limbs.

Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't help but look up at the sky, where the sun, though not glaring, was shining brightly.

"So, it turns out that Wuri Snow Town has sunshine after all." Ya Rou, holding onto the handlebars, gracefully and lightly leaped down to land next to Jiang Kehan.

She mimicked Jiang Kehan, looking up and sighing.

“But I’m cold.” Jiang Kehan ​​was silent for a while before taking a step forward, her tone complicated.

"The people here don't see the sun."

Huh? Ya Rou was a little confused. She looked at the people on the street and felt that they were very similar to herself.

She could disguise herself, but these people seemed to be naked, displaying their desolation to the world.

It's like the stains left by trampling snow.

“Let’s go.” Xiao Ting also landed and took Ya Rou’s hand, saying, “Let’s go inside and check the situation first. Louis will be guarding the goods here.”

"Hmm." Ya Rou couldn't quite understand why Jiang Kehan ​​had suddenly changed like this. She simply nodded and, following the strength coming from Xiao Ting's hand, stepped towards Xuexiang.

After they caught up with Jiang Kehan, Jiang Kehan ​​stopped. She looked at the little girl huddled at the entrance of Xuexiang Street and suddenly clenched her fists.

Jiang Kehan ​​squatted down and asked the girl in as normal a tone as possible.

Why are you staying here?

The little girl shivered, and sparse snowflakes fell from her gray-black robe. She raised her head, and although her eyes were not yet open, she spoke instinctively.

"Avima, I know I have no money, but can't I even sleep on the street?"

"I think I just saw Grandma..."

Her tone was somewhat spoiled, as if she were complaining softly, without clearly seeing her grandmother's face in her dream.

However, the little girl's tone soon became humble.

"Please, Avima, let me stay here in peace for a while, okay?"

"There are lights here, and it's warm."

Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't help but look up at the street lamp that was far away from the little girl. It was flickering with a faint light. She guessed that Avima, whom the little girl was talking about, was the lamplighter here.

However, she was certain that this little light could not warm anyone's heart.

After the little girl finished speaking, she seemed to want to stand up, but she stumbled and fell into Jiang Kehan's arms.

She let out a soft groan, sounding somewhat pained, as if she had been frozen for too long, or as if her curled-up legs had gone numb.

"No, don't hit me, I'll get up."

“I’m not Avima, and I won’t hit you.” Jiang Kehan ​​hugged the little girl even tighter, and she couldn’t help but tremble.

She felt a pang of heartache at the sight of the thin fabric—this gray robe was the little girl's only clothing; there was nothing underneath.