"Phew..."
The howling cold wind sounded outside the window, while the inside of the small wooden house was eerily quiet.
Perhaps because they were both women, Sharon didn't seem to mind being around Duanmu Huai too much. She had completely removed the nun's habit she had been wearing and placed it in front of the stove to dry.
She herself was wearing only white lace underwear and pure-white thigh-high stockings—was it really all right for a nun to dress like this?
Duanmu Huai silently approved, of course. After all, a beautiful, shapely blonde with blue eyes dressed like that was certainly a feast for the eyes.
Unfortunately, he was currently only a clone and couldn't do anything.
He might as well read. He had only made it halfway through this ancient book on the way here. There was no phone signal in these remote mountains, so aside from complaining about the poor infrastructure in this godforsaken place, he had nothing else to do but read.
However, the more Duanmu Huai read, the more he felt that this was completely unrelated to the direction of his investigation.
This ancient book was more like this country's version of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, recording all kinds of strange ancient supernatural stories.
Of course, it also contained the story of the Witch, and even described how to form a contract with a Witch and have her serve you...
Naturally, achieving that wasn't easy.
As proof of the contract, the price to be paid had to be specified, both parties had to agree, and a name had to be given to the Witch.
The price could be chosen freely, such as one's soul, memories, lifespan, or five senses...
Naturally, the higher the price, the greater the power the other party could use...
Well,