Chapter 447 Witch, a meeting across time
"Hey, um...have you seen any wild animals in the woods?"
The woman mustered up the courage to ask the strange man who appeared in the woods.
It was strange to see a handsome young man dressed neatly in a place like this.
"Beast?" John looked at the woman who looked strangely dressed, but this was Britain, and any kind of dress was normal.
Dumbledore once walked down the street wearing a wizard's robe and a lady's hat, but no one thought he was a wizard?
Although this is not the original world.
John looked at the woman, touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "You are dressed like Slytherin."
"Slytherin?" The woman didn't know what it was, but she said politely, "Thank you."
The corner of John's mouth rose, "Are you looking for wild beasts? Coming to the woods is a good choice."
The woman thought he was mocking her and was a little angry.
John held out his hand and said, "John Wick."
The woman didn't react for a moment.
Out of politeness, she hurriedly stretched out her hand, "Annasma Yiqi."
In retrospect, giving your name to random strangers doesn't seem like a good habit.
John didn't pay too much attention, and pointed to the direction where the child left and said: "Go over here, you can see an extremely ferocious beast. It came from hell, with destiny, following its owner."
When Anasma heard this, wasn't this the one she was looking for?
As a descendant of the great prophet witch, Anasma did not inherit too many things that a witch should have.
But in her hand, she held a prophecy book passed down by her ancestors.
"The Exquisitely Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Fengzi"
That book accurately predicted the great wealth brought by the inedible apple, and also gave Anasma's family a staggering wealth.
The purpose of this book is not to create wealth for future generations.
But to let future generations know the coming day of destruction.
Heaven will be at war with Hell, and the trigger will be the Antichrist, the son of Satan.
Anasma came here just to stop this.
According to the instructions in the prophecy, she searched for the born son of Satan.
Anasima thanked John profusely, "Thank you, John."
"You're welcome, Anasma, this is what an elder should do." John said strange words, which made Anasma feel confused.
But she didn't care so much and hurried in the direction John pointed.
John was unmoved, because those little guys would come back here.
"Witch? Faint, but true."
John picked up a random stone, blew the dust off it, and the stone began to turn into gold.
The golden stone rubbed against his fingertips, and John smiled: "Angels, demons, witches, what else can appear?"
He threw the piece of gold behind him casually.
The stone flew across the sky, fell into the forest, and hit five or six piles of gold.
Maybe some lucky person can pick up this gift thrown away by the Witch King.
"Alchemy works fine here."
John turned stone into gold a dozen times in a row and came to a conclusion.
"Although it is a world run by technology, everything is constructed by magic."
In other words, everything here is energy called miracle.
That's right, this is the world created by God.
Even transmuting into gold is easier.
John dusted off his hands.
The little ones arrived dressed in homemade clothes.
They are quite ingenious. Those hats made of cardboard have a visual feel like wizard hats.
Adam and others talked about the strange woman they had just met.
It seems that some strange people often appear in their secret base.
John was not interested in their 'torture and confession' game, but he was more interested in the witch just now.
"Whatever you want, I'm going out to find the witch."
John, an honest man, tells the truth.
It's a pity that the children didn't believe any of them.
In this regard, John can only say that honest people are always subject to malicious speculation.
He drew his wand and tapped the tree.
An invisible wave passed along his wand, to the trunk of the tree, and to the roots that penetrated deep into the ground.
Passing them one by one, John quickly formed a map of the woods in his mind.
This is a clairaudience spell, an ability that can be like emitting sound waves.
His hearing is stronger than Matt's, but it cannot be turned on 24 hours a day like Matt's.
Even in his sleep, Matt could hear cries for help from a few blocks away.
Sometimes John really wonders if Matt is still within the scope of a 'normal hero'.
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It was getting dark.
Anasima is still looking for traces of the son of Satan.
A rich woman with a fortune of tens of millions was riding an old-fashioned bicycle on her way at night.
"That guy pointed me the wrong way."
Anasima was still complaining about John. She didn't see any wild beasts at all, only a puppy and four irritating children!
Especially their games made Anasima, a witch, feel uncomfortable.
But for the sake of the child, Anasima didn't care.
The most urgent task is to find the son of Satan.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the approaching Bentley at all.
Car and bicycle collide.
The angel and demon sitting in the car were stunned at the same time.
Aziraphale's eyes widened and he said, "Did you hit someone?"
"No," Crowley immediately denied and said, "Someone bumped into me."
They got out of the car to check it out.
"Let there be light."
As Aziraphale finished speaking, the dark sky lit up with lights shining on the ground.
He went to check on Anasma's car that was hit, but Crowley went to check on his own car first.
"How did you do it?" Anasima looked confused as she looked at the illuminated light.
Crowley turned off the light and gave Aziraphale a look, "Look, she's fine."
Aziraphale hurriedly walked over. He first used miracles to help Anasma's broken hand recover.
The disappearance of the light made Anasma think that she might have hit her head, otherwise there would be no illusion.
Because she also saw that her bike that had been hit was now intact and placed on the bicycle stand that appeared out of thin air by Aziraphale.
Crowley was very resistant to other people riding in his car.
But he couldn't resist Aziraphale and even conjured up a bicycle frame.
"There's no derailleur on my bike." Annasma reacted belatedly.
Crowley glanced at the guilty Aziraphale, "Lord, please heal that car."
Aziraphale also admitted that he used too much force.
The two sent Anasma to her home.
Anasima's bicycle changed back to its original shape and even appeared out of thin air at her doorstep.
The confused witch blamed everything on being hit in the head.
Anasma even forgot about her prophecy book.
The angels and demons who send people home are about to leave.
But there is still nothing going on today.
As the only two people in heaven and hell who don't want the doomsday war to start, they seem a little depressed.
"Going to eat cake?"
“I love the strawberry mousse there.”
"Angel, who are you talking to?"
The moving car braked suddenly and stopped.
Crowley and Aziraphale stiffened their necks.
The two slowly turned their heads and saw John sitting in the back seat, flipping through a book in his hand.
John's eyes were all attracted to the book in his hand.
To be precise, it is the prediction above.
"Prophecy 3006: I send you my highest respects, from the witch Agnes Fengzi, and give the most respectful and lofty greetings to the Witch King. The Witch King rides on the iron horse that the devil can move to the cake that the angel loves to eat."
A book that spans time and has a dialogue with the Witch King.
The prophet from three hundred and fifty years ago, Agnes Fuko, used herself as bait to blow up witch hunters.
A witch who surprised even the Witch King.
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