He laughed, but there was no sound. It was extremely strange. He showed his white teeth, and above the corners of his mouth, a white beard slowly grew, long and hard.

His eyes were staring at Vincent in a daze, and his hands, which had nowhere to rest, were suddenly raised forward, his fingers suddenly opened, and his body was slightly bent forward, as if he was preparing to hunt.

This scene made Vincent extremely frightened. He did not believe that Ian was really Sibylla, and that Sibylla could speak and was very smart.

The freak in front of him made Vincent shudder. His beard had grown out, and the white beard was in sharp contrast with Ian's skin color, which looked extremely funny.

"Is it really you? Sibylla." Vincent subconsciously took a small step back, his heels pressed against the wall under the window and said, "You are a talking cat."

"Vinson, I really don't want to hurt you." His voice changed, a bit like a man's voice, and a bit like a woman's voice.

"Stop pretending, Sibylla, I can probably guess your purpose." Vincent stared at Sibylla and said.

Sibylla asked: "Oh? Really?"

"You should be the real culprit in the murder. You are not Paulina's pet." Vincent said coldly: "From the moment you suddenly appeared next to us, I began to doubt you. Although I fought

But you, but I can give it a try."

At this time, Vincent was unsure. He had not learned the exorcism method given to him by Father Cavendish, so he could only use Cavendish's stern tone to scare it.

Sibylla drew back timidly and said, "Your tone reminds me of Father Cavendish."

"Sibylla, are you scared?" Vincent laughed at Sibylla's fearful expression.

"Is that something that belongs to Father Cavendish in your hand?" Sibylla said, pointing to the amulet in Vincent's hand.

Vincent knew what he was holding in his hand. He had turned to the page marked by Father Cavendish, but the method used was extremely complicated.

Vincent glanced at the strange pendant on his hand curiously and said, "Of course, since you recognize it, it's best not to act rashly."

In fact, during the day, Mir heard that Martin and Vincent were going to Paulina's house to find out what was going on. Worried that they would be in great danger, Mir deliberately dropped the weird hanging ornaments on the sofa.

So that Vincent could see such a strange thing, just out of curiosity, Mill believed that Vincent would definitely hold it in his hand. Even if Vincent didn't recognize it, Martin would definitely recognize it.

Martin woke up at this moment, and he felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue in his body, as if something was tingling his nerves, his head was aching, and he was even feeling dizzy.

Martin rubbed his eyes drowsily and said, "Vinson, where am I?"

Martin sat up and looked at the guy opposite him. He was suddenly shocked. A white beard actually grew on Ian's cheeks. Martin felt that Ian's appearance was really funny.

But Martin looked into Ian's eyes and said: "My friend, this is nothing like you."

"Damn it! You finally woke up." Vincent was worried that Martin would approach Sibylla. He shouted: "It is not our friend anymore, Martin, it is Sibylla."

"What?" Martin said in disbelief.

Martin exclaimed: "Oh my God! This is incredible."

"Come here quickly! Martin, it's dangerous!" Vincent shouted towards Martin.

"Vinson, please let me be quiet for a while, I have a headache." Martin was about to stand up, but countless neurons were challenging his brain, and Martin fell on the sofa again.

Vincent yelled at Sibylla: "Asshole! What on earth did you do to him?"

Sibylla spread her hands to show her innocence and said: "Vinson, I didn't do anything."

"Show your true form, Sibylla." Vincent had to let it change back to its original appearance. Watching it use Ian's body, which was still naked, he felt a little sick.

"Why?" Sibylla asked.

"There is no reason, I still like you the way you are." Vincent began to comfort it and said: "Be obedient, Sibylla, I need to tame you."

"You are an evil cat now." Vincent continued.

Sibylla looked very disappointed: "Okay."

"Wait a minute, I want to know who your master is?" Vincent wanted to know if he could really listen to the truth before he changed back.

Sibylla shook her head stiffly and said, "I can't tell you, otherwise I will fall out of favor."

"No, you won't." Vincent didn't want to come here in vain: "Listen, Sibylla, I can be your new master and play happily like last night."

Sibylla agreed to Vincent, and she was very happy to let Vincent be her second owner, because the first owner had never been happy to play with her.

"Carly, you can tell him who I am."

In an instant, the sound rang out in the room, and Vincent only heard the voice of a magnetic woman. Her voice seemed to be endowed with some kind of magic.

"Who are you?" Vincent's eyes scanned every corner of the house, but he didn't see the woman anywhere at all.

"I am Carly's true master."

Vincent really saw it this time. She stood quietly behind Sibylla. The woman wore a hat with the same color as the dark area, and her strange clothes were blocked by Ian's tall body.

Vincent remembered who this woman was. On the way to visit Father Cavendish's house with Mir that day, it was the witch who suddenly disappeared on the hillside of the park.

"What is she doing here?" Vincent asked to himself.

Vincent didn't understand why Mill was so scared when he saw this pagan. He thought that Mill must have experienced something before he came to New Orleans.

Vincent pointed at Sibylla, but he asked the witch behind Sibylla: "Carly? Is it your name?"

"Of course." The witch replied simply.

"This name is really rare." Vincent mocked: "Miss Ruili is the one who can choose the name. What a beautiful name Sibylla is."

The witch moved her palms behind Sibylla. After a while, Sibylla turned back into a cat, and the witch hugged her in her arms.

The witch stroked Sibylla's soft long hair and said: "Carly, you are so talkative. You will stay in that house forever this time."

Vincent vaguely saw Sibylla's pitiful eyes, and the hair on her tail stood upright. He most likely felt how evil the witch was.

"Let it go!" Vincent shouted.

The witch's hat moved upward slightly, and she said contemptuously: "Are you pitying it?"

"stop!"

A deep voice sounded in the house, and Vincent recognized the voice as Father Cavendish's.

"Is it you? You came out to meddle in other people's business again. Haven't you gone to see God yet?" the witch said disdainfully.
Chapter completed!