Three days later, the old woman came, looking even more haggard, holding a small package in her hand, which contained several cowhide books with many characters that Ian could not understand, but Joanna read it with relish.
After Joanna put away the books, she picked up the small parasol hanging by the door, "Today is a good day, it will be cloudy all day. Lead the way, I think you should know where your son is. ”
"Yes." The old woman bowed gratefully, and even stepped forward to open the door for her, preparing to lead the way.
quack. The frogs croak very loudly, louder than ever. Joanna looked back and saw the little thing jumping up in front of her, biting her skirt.
"The little thing wants to follow?" Joanna smiled when she saw the frog who slowly let go of her mouth after hearing her question. She shook her hand and grabbed a small handbag out of thin air; this was her first time. Once in front of him to show his abilities as a witch, let him see God.
"I can only feel sorry for you. There will be many people on the road today. If they see you, they will get angry again, right? So today you stayed in your bag... Oh! I almost forgot to wet a hand towel to moisturize you on the road. wait!"
When everything was ready to go out, an old woman in a cloak walked in front, and behind her was a young lady who seemed to have a good family background. Although this young lady was also a bit strange, she also brought a small parasol on a cloudy day, and People are also a little indifferent, but on the whole she is still a well-informed lady. No one noticed that there was a frog in the small handbag in the lady's hand, and the frog frequently put his head out of the handbag to see the street scene outside.
The two walked all the way to the small village, took a carriage from the small village to the town, and followed behind the old woman to a supposedly secluded corner. A group of people gathered there, shouting constantly, and there was only a table covered by them and the cards that were constantly turned over in their eyes.
"Go and call your son," Joanna said.
When the old woman heard this, she wanted to go and touch her son's shoulder before dragging him, but Joanna shook her head, "You can stand here and call, it doesn't matter how many times you call, in short, as long as your son Just look back at you."
"Just, it's that simple?" The old woman felt incredible.
Joanna just nodded.
[Everyone who answers the call will be cursed by my witch of the wilderness. From now on, if you touch gambling again, you will have stomach pains and diarrhea, your fingers will hurt like being cut off, and you will be unable to open your eyes with tears in your eyes. Bad luck will continue to follow this person until The man sleeps in the earth.]
Hearing this sentence, the old woman immediately understood, and immediately began to call out to her son who did not move away from the gambling table. The middle-aged uncle was annoyed by being called, and finally turned around and roared at his old mother, but was stunned when his eyes touched the Wilderness Witch, and then fell to the ground immediately with abdominal pain, making the surrounding betting lively. The gambler disliked him and kicked him away with one kick.
"My stomach... My hand! It hurts!" The middle-aged uncle rolled on the ground in pain, and his tears kept flowing because of the pain, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
The old woman turned back quickly, wanting to call out the name of the witch, but was afraid that she would anger the witch. But the witch just said calmly, "Go and drag your son here, it's too noisy to hear me."
The middle-aged uncle who was in agony quickly lay down in front of her and received her cold eyes, "Listen, the fool who worries mother. You should stay away from gambling, just like you stopped molesting women before, otherwise This kind of pain will follow you for the rest of your life, and it will only get worse once you gamble, and it will get worse until you can't take it anymore and you die because of it."
She didn't know if the middle-aged uncle heard her clearly, but after she finished speaking, she consciously completed the task, so she turned her head and said to the old woman, "This is the most appropriate way I can think of. But I It must be stated that if your son is determined to gamble with the determination to die, then he will lose his life, which is not something I can control.” So once such a thing happened, let alone she didn’t warn her in advance, she would be killed. Blinded by anger, she summoned the same ignorant people to come and say to destroy the witch... If she did, she would not be polite to those people.
The old woman bowed in fear to show her understanding, and watched the indifferent witch leave.
And the frog in the handbag reminded me of the day when I was cursed... Do witches only know curses