My Cellular Prison
Chapter 1961

Witch Gathering Hall

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Facing the black hair that had suddenly emerged from the swamp, Han Dong froze for a moment, initially thinking he had been discovered.

After checking, Formless Domain and the True Demon Eye were operating in coordination.

"It should be a 'scout' from the swamp, right? It surfaces periodically to inspect the various areas. It shouldn't be able to discover me... Perhaps my earlier uninhibited release let a tiny amount of manic laughter pass through the barrier, causing some noise in the Outside World."

Sure enough.

After the black hair that had just brushed past his ear surfaced, a remarkably delicate female face emerged as well, staring at the little wooden cabin Han Dong had just occupied.

Immediately afterward,

an entire perfect body rose from the water.

Black hair hung down on both sides, just enough to conceal her slightly raised body parts.

She wore a ragged pair of bark shorts below, so tattered they could practically be ignored.

With a light leap, she arrived at the Treehouse Han Dong had just occupied. Its interior had already been cleaned, leaving no trace behind.

Finding nothing, the woman jumped back into the swamp in the same manner and quickly sank beneath it.

However, she did not know that the instant she stepped into the wooden cabin, some kind of parasitic reaction had quietly taken place within her body...

First, an eye mark emerged on the back of her head.

Then, amid her thick black hair, an exceptionally well-hidden pea-sized eye grew out. Whenever it closed, the 'eye slit' closed perfectly as well, impossible to notice.

*"Perfect~ With someone to lead the way, I can reach the Witch Gathering Hall faster.

Oh... This witch I'm following seems rather special. She can move quickly through the swamp. For an Ancestral Body to have this

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