Leaving Tijuana.

Arriving in a desolate wilderness.

Soon, a strange wooden cabin appeared in view.

Upon closer inspection, many peculiar objects hung from the cabin.

Animal bones.

Especially skulls, with visible sharp teeth.

But most strikingly, there was a ram skull with horns.

Clearly, this place is anything but simple.

Owen had arrived here now.

He came here by hitching a ride with someone else.

And there were several others in the car.

Among these people, the guy named Diego was the one who provided Owen with clues.

Of course, Diego wasn't just anyone; he originally was from Esmeralda's line.

Now, of course, they couldn't be too conspicuous.

Owen and Diego were currently blending in with a small "pilgrimage" group.

Yes, they were planning to go on a "pilgrimage."

At least, that's what they said.

But this "saint" is really strange.

The wooden cabin itself was odd enough, and when everyone got out of the car, a leader led them inside.

Before entering the cabin, the leader solemnly said one thing.

"Maintain a sense of reverence!"

The leader was a very common Mexican man.

The kind who is not tall, with brown skin typical of an Old Mo, and a small mustache, wearing basic clothes.

Such people can easily be found in large numbers in Mexico.

But now, his attitude was so serious.

The key was that everyone else's demeanor also became very solemn and serious.

The atmosphere of the whole team changed.

It really felt like a pilgrimage group.

Owen acted the same as them, but he was just pretending for now.

Next, they entered this small wooden cabin.

It was somewhat surprising.

From the outside, the cabin appeared small, yet once inside, it felt like a whole new world.

Indeed, it was surprising.

But Owen wouldn't be fooled.

In short, he remained alert.

However, very quickly, what was inside the cabin also left him very astonished.

The entire cabin was... dark!

Generally speaking, darkness is just a matter of lighting.

But not here.

Although light indeed couldn't penetrate, there were many lamps inside this small cabin.

They were oil lamps.

One by one, they seemed numerous, yet made the place incredibly dark.

But the lights weren't the main point.

It was the entire atmosphere here.

Strange, dangerous, terrifying…

Although Owen had been a teacher, he mainly taught basketball.

He wasn't the kind of guy with a rich vocabulary, but even so, many such words popped into his mind at this moment.

It really felt that way.

And the source of such feelings was mainly the strange things in the cabin.

Ram skulls no longer seemed noteworthy.

There were snake skulls, and live snakes.

There were also bats; they looked dead, but no one dared to be certain.

As for spiders, colorful, and seemed less threatening.

Yet these things crawled.

And there were many more things Owen couldn't even name.

Then there were many strange symbols.

But these were still okay compared to...

The main point was there was a person here.

A shriveled, ugly old woman with many strange objects on her body.

No need to mention her appearance; it was almost corpse-like.

The key was her adornments.

The necklace she wore was obviously made from some animal's teeth.

Her earrings were tiny crocodile skulls.

Though the crocodile wasn't big, dying young, it was bizarre enough.

The key was her clothes.

She was half-naked, with extremely weird designs on them.

Such a shriveled old woman wouldn't give off any sense of allure.

So, it was genuinely terrifying.

But, the leader immediately spoke.

"This witch will bless everyone."

Huh?

A witch?

In the Western World, aren't witches supposed to be burned at the stake?

Owen even remembered talking with Zhou Mo Sen, picking up some "knowledge" about witches.

Why do witches ride brooms?

Actually, it has nothing to do with magic at all; it was historically factual.

In early Europe, technology was so backward that even cooking was poor.

This led to them producing a "poison" while baking bread, which could be fatal if consumed.

But if luck was on their side, it could lead to a fantastical state.

Thus, some people even sought this substance purposefully.

And then there were some, namely some kitchen maids or cooks.

They also discovered this, but as it became a hot commodity...

What to do?

They rubbed the fresh bread on broomsticks, and then?

Rode the broom.

It… could fly, it could genuinely fly.

The toxins from the bread could enter through mucous membranes and cause similar hallucinations.

But broom handles contacting mucous membranes, those membranes…

So, after Owen heard this and even checked history books skeptically to confirm,

He never touched "Harry Potter" again; he felt Harry, Hermione, they were all tainted.

Zhou Mo Sen wasn't necessarily trying to teach Owen but at least achieved some psychological attack.

But this witch before Owen had nothing to do with broomsticks.

This woman… this must be the real witch!

Anyway, Owen had that feeling, making it all the more terrifying.

A ruthless killer was feeling such fear now.

It showed just how terrifying this place was.

And at that moment, the shriveled, corpse-like witch suddenly moved!

F... someone couldn't hold back and uttered the word starting with F.

Clearly, there were people from the north in this group too.

But no one would comment on that person's lack of manners now because everyone was startled.

The shriveled witch, once moving, resembled a zombie.

At the same time, uttering various incomprehensible sounds.

But the leader signaled everyone to stay quiet; it was a critical moment.

The witch spoke for a while, and though unintelligible, everyone probably got goosebumps.

Suddenly, she convulsed!

Violently shaking!

Was she possessed?

No!

Soon, the witch awakened and then said in Spanish:

"This time, the enemy is too powerful, we need a sacrifice."

Sacrifice?

Who?

Owen and the others couldn't help but think of a "living sacrifice."

Which was still different from a sacrifice, as it was narrower in scope and more bloody.

Could it be that one of them...

But at this moment, somehow, a little girl appeared in the cabin!

Everyone was startled.

Owen was better off; his observational skills were sharp, and he was the calmest.

He had already sensed the little girl was originally in the cabin.

She just knew how to hide well.

And now, revealing herself, the little girl was very pretty.

Then the girl lay down on a platform inscribed with various symbols.

Altar of sacrifice?

Was this little girl the sacrifice?!

Owen also became uneasy.

Because earlier intelligence suggested that here was a "healed patient."

Yes, she was the target!

Is it this little girl?

Still uncertain.

But Owen had no idea if Zhou Mo Sen were present, he would have been astonishingly surprised.

Because this little girl was that Alicia from before!