Outside the glass windows, the garden is full of branches and grumbling, the river is dark and reflects the starlight, and the nearby houses are warm and warm.

Everything was extremely quiet, as if it was welcoming the dawn of night.

Triss, whose facial features are not delicate on her own, but she is unusually beautiful when combined, retracts her gaze, walks quickly to the coat rack, and takes off a black robe with a hood.

She quickly put on the garment, buttoned it up, fastened her belt, flipped over her hood, and turned herself into an assassin.

Triss raised her right hand and brushed it in front of her face, instantly blurring the face under the hood.

Immediately after, she reached out and twisted a handful of glowing powder from the hidden pocket around her waist, and sprinkled it on herself with the incantation.

Triss's figure began to disappear inch by inch, the outline lines drawn like pencils, completely erased by the eraser.

Having completed her invisibility, she left the bedroom silently, went to the opposite room, and pushed open the window without a guardrail.

With a slight leap, Triss stood on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn behind the small building, at the iron fence that almost melted into the night, and at Frye, the "corpse collector", who was quietly climbing over the fence.

She took a breath and fell like a feather, stepping on the lawn without a sound.

Dressed in a black trench coat and carrying a special revolver, Frye's high-nosed and thin-lipped eyes cautiously looked left and right, looking for possible ghosts or evil spirits.

He can see these things directly!

Triss silently approached Frye and circled behind his back, with an extra dagger painted with "black paint" in her hand.

Burst!

She struck like a swift wind, stabbing the dagger into Frye's lower back.

But at this time, what she saw in front of her was shattered, and her illusion was shattered.

Triss found herself still standing on the windowsill, still looking down at the lawn, looking down at the iron fence.

It's just that outside the walls, there are no longer only "corpse collector" Frye, but also Leonard Mitchell who is aiming at the windowsill, and Dunn Smith with his eyes closed, his eyebrows pressed and his body half-bowed, and the captain of the night watch seems to be surrounded by circles of invisible ripples.

Triss's pupils shrank, and she realized that it was just a dream, and she didn't know when she fell asleep!

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the stealth target that seemed to be awake from the dream.

Click!

The silhouette of Triss's figure emerged, first cracked, then turned into shards, into shards of silver mirrors with rough surfaces!

Inside the house, she turned around and sprinted down the corridors and stairs to the first floor.

Inside this floor, the wind is so cold that people will be frozen that it will never stop blowing, and a series of invisible, transparent figures wander blankly and numbly in every place.

Triss, who had lost her invisibility, lowered her body temperature a little with each passing through one of these ghost-like beings, and when she finally reached the altar, she shivered uncontrollably.

The altar is a round table with a statue carved from white bones in the center.

This idol is the size of a normal adult man's head, with only vague outlines of eyebrows and eyes, and seems to be a beautiful woman.

Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, clear and thick, like poisonous snakes and tentacles.

And at the top of each hair, there is also an eye, closed or open, densely packed.

Around the statue of the evil god were a messy pile of puppets, crudely made puppets with names and corresponding messages written on them, such as Joyce Meyer.

There were also three candles on top of the round table, swaying in the cold and howling wind.

Triss bowed to the idol and began to chant a spell in her mouth.

Then, she pushed the puppet away, pressed the candle flame, and picked up the idol.

Woo!

The wind was so strong that the closed windows shook violently.

Clang! Click! The glass shattered, and the cold and lifeless wind blew in all directions.

As soon as he went around to the other side, Fry, who did not dare to recklessly break into the range of the altar, suddenly shuddered, only to feel that his blood was getting cold, frosting, and only that his movements were obviously sluggish.

At that moment, his ankles tightened, as if he was firmly grasped by something invisible.

A more gloomy feeling spread upwards from the place of contact, and if it was replaced by another Sequence 9 Extraordinary, he would have been paralyzed and stiff, but Frye, as the "corpse collector", was no stranger to a similar state.

He turned the muzzle of the revolver and pulled the trigger on the side of his ankle, as if he could see who the enemy was and where he was.

Table tennis!

A silver demon-hunting bullet burrowed into the wind, sending out a terrible scream.

The invisible shadow dissipated, and Frye regained his ability to move freely.

On the other side, Dunn Smith, who wanted to climb to the second floor to avoid the front of the altar, was also frozen by the cold wind that spread outward, and stopped outside the broken window.

The dark curtain behind the window suddenly lifted and enveloped Dunn, like a monster opening its mouth and devouring its prey.

Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a life-like curtain, which became tighter and tighter, outlining his mouth and nose.

In a state of suffocation, Dunn stepped on his feet, his knees straightened, and his back turned, and he tore the curtain with brute force.

With his left hand, he grabbed the corner of the curtain that wrapped around his head, pulled it down, and threw it to the ground.

Table tennis!

He raised his hand and fired a shot at the half-curtain that was still trying to cover behind the window.

The curtain froze for a moment, and a deep crimson burst out.

Woo!

On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was singing poetry, was also blown by the cold wind that contained a strong sense of death.

At that moment, the dilapidated and messy vines suddenly spread and wrapped around his ankles, and a black shadow also smashed over with the wind that spread out.

Leonard, who was slightly stiff, didn't have time to shoot, so he had to pull his shoulder sharply and raise his arm.

Poof! The shadow slammed into his forearm, sending its own spikes into his skin.

It's just a delicate, bright red flower, a flower that came from nowhere.

Leonard shook the flower in pain, and tossed aside the flower, which had been stained with his own blood.

He fired a shot at the entwined vines, sending out dark red juice.

Leonard stepped along, rushing to the altar on the first floor, to the shattered window.

And where he had been standing, the vines suddenly shrank away, as if avoiding something invisible.

With the help of the chaos caused by the destruction of the altar and the interruption of the ritual, Triss once again became invisible, and managed to escape the vision, break out of the encirclement, and make it behind the three night watchmen.

As soon as she stretched out her right hand, a cold wind blew through her, holding the flower stained with Leonard's blood into her palm.

Triss did not stop any longer, holding the flowers, and quickly climbed over the iron fence and fled in the direction of the Tasok River.

At this time, Leonard, who was just about to enter the first floor, suddenly turned his head sideways, as if listening to something.

His face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves and looked at the wound that had just been pierced by the flowers.

With his constitution, the bleeding had stopped there, and there was only a slight redness and swelling.

Leonard's expression became heavy, he pinched his left index finger violently, and pulled out the nail hard!

His face was filled with pain and distortion, but his movements did not stop, and as he muttered something, he cut open the coagulated wound with his fingernails, staining it with dark red blood, and then plucked a few hairs and wrapped them around the nail.

By the Tasok River, Triss slowed down and set her eyes on the flowers she was holding.

She muttered something in her mouth, and a black, illusory flame burst out of her palm.

The flame enveloped the flowers and literally burned, burning them to ashes.

After doing all this, Triss stepped into the river and sank into the water.

At the same time, Leonard threw out the blood-stained nail wrapped around his hair and watched as it fell to a corner and burned out of thin air, emitting a foul-smelling burnt smell.

The piece of nails, along with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dust.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, climbed through the window and climbed into the first floor, and said to Dunn and Frye, who were destroying the altar:

"The target escaped, but luckily, our main purpose has always been to stop the ritual. ”

Dunn sighed, looked at the many puppets on the round table, and said:

"She was vigilant and powerful, sensing our approach in advance, otherwise...... She is at least the Sequence 7 extraordinary. ”

"Give Klein a signal to come over. ”

Through brief dream contact, he judged that the enemy was a woman.

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