"Don't worry, you tell all the information, and we will have a decisive battle tonight." Catherine said coldly.

Wren frowned when he heard this, the "Red Witch" was very powerful, and he didn't think that the two of them could solve her, but Catherine seemed to be confident.

John sighed and told the rest of the story, which was a dream he had in the days when he was possessed by a ghostly spirit, and this part of the content was a little scary.

After moving to Billy Street, Igor and Claire made an agreement not to allow her to harm anyone, and she agreed.

The two are very affectionate, and they have lived like this for three years, because Claire is a scarlet witch (fourth order), a high-level transcendent, and she has transformed her body and failed to get pregnant, but although the two have no children, they are still very happy and sweet.

She tried to play the role of a virtuous wife, and after no longer developing potions and alchemy, she began to learn to cook.

Igor also gave up his dream of becoming a famous painter, and after painting a self-portrait, he said goodbye to his career as a street painter.

He went to school to become an art teacher, which was a stable job.

One day, the painter was in a car accident and was hit by a steam car, and there was a fault in the story.

When the picture reappears, it is in a large hall, which is lavishly decorated.

The first thing that catches your eye is a lamp suspended from the ceiling by a chain, an urn-shaped chandelier made of glass from the Kingdom of Bokmia, and a fireplace made of marble from the island of Hielna, one of the northern archipelago.

Then "he" stood up, or rather floated up, and saw a miserable white face beneath him, a corpse, with a handsome face, curly blond hair, and closed eyes, about thirty years old.

He was wearing a small blue suit with no tie and a white shirt underneath.

It was the corpse of the painter Igor, and was disfigured, with great skill, dressed in his usual attire, as if he had just fallen asleep.

On the ground is a complex six-pointed star witch array, carved out of blood, and the scarlet blood flows slowly, exuding a strange red glow.

It can be seen that there are several corpses in the corner next to the fireplace, both adults and children, and it seems to be a family.

All of them were dried corpses, their palms were like dead branches, their bodies were deformed, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, and it was clear from their gorgeous clothes that this was a wealthy family.

As "he" stood up, the wind suddenly roared in the house, and the lightning and thunder roared outside, and the chandelier flashed and flashed, and soon went out.

The red light lit up, and she stood aside in a black dress, looking crazy, red psionic energy enveloping her.

Patches of semi-substantial petals unfurled from the blood ring behind her, like a blooming blood lotus! Countless black-and-red chains stretched out from the buds, entwining "him".

She picked up a painting, which was the painter's self-portrait, and the black and red chains pulled "him" into the portrait, and her muttering could be heard:

"For the rest of your life, never separate, even if you become a ghost, I will accompany you!"

As soon as the picture darkens, the dream ends.

John was drenched in cold sweat and licked his dry lips: "I suspect that I dreamed of the painter's memory, that woman was so crazy, he killed the family that killed her husband, and he didn't even spare the children!" She turned him into a ghost! ”

Wren and Catherine looked at each other, and he spoke, "Mr. John, don't go out today, things will come to an end soon." ”

The two of them, who got the information, quickly left the place, and it was not clear if Claire was spying on John, and they must act immediately.

Catherine takes Wren to a deserted park outside Billy Street, with dusty stone tables and chairs, and painted and broken sculptures.

The two stood under an overgrown maple tree, and Wren lowered his voice, "Are you sure the two of us can finish her down?" The other party is a fourth-order witch!

The Red Witch seems to have offended the Church of Light, so we might as well tell them the news. Let Michelle get on the sidelines, and we'll just make a few shouts while eating popcorn when the time comes. ”

Catherine sorted out her bangs, her eyes sly: "There's no need, 'Holy White Sword' Michelle is not a Faroran, three years have passed, and he has long left."

If I'm not mistaken, she's very weak now, and I'm afraid she won't be able to exert her fourth-order combat power. ”

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and we may be able to protect ourselves by ourselves, but it is not realistic to kill her. I think it's better to tell the people in the church, and it's safer to do it together. Wren shook his head, it was too reckless for two third-order strength witchers to go to kill a fourth-order witch.

It's better to call a few more people and shoulder to shoulder, anyway, this mission is not something that the black hunter can solve.

Skipping challenges is actually very difficult, and the odds of winning are not very good under normal circumstances, especially in the later stages.

Catherine gritted her teeth and stamped her foot in hatred: "Why are you so cowardly! ”

"It's not cowardice, it's following your heart, and you're not a demon hunter, what's the matter, do you think you're a genius and can challenge beyond the ranks?

No problem, why don't you go up and tear her up, and I'll cheer you on the side. Wren rolled his eyes and teased, isn't this too inflated.

With a puff on her face, Catherine's chest rose and fell for a while, and it took a while to calm down: "I beg you, I want to advance to the fourth order, and I need to find a way from her." ”

Confused, Wren had a strange expression: "At most, you are not much stronger than me in the third order, how can you be promoted to the fourth order?" ”

"Hmph, don't worry about it, sister, I have my own way. With your help, I can make you strong fast and without any side effects! ”

"What are you going to do? If you can come up with a practical solution, I don't mind taking a risk. Wren was a little moved.

His current strength is not up to par, which is a little embarrassing.

"It's simple, just keep an eye on the rabbit in the gallery, I have found a fatal weakness in her, and we can ......," Catherine told him of the detailed plan.

A quarter of an hour later, Wren was "suddenly" and looked at her with admiration: "Take back what you thought of you before, you have big breasts, but you have brains." ”

Unable to bear it anymore, Catherine grabbed Wren's ear and shouted in his ear: "Little ghost, do you want to me off and inherit my demon hunting suit?" ”

Slapping her hand away, Wren took a few steps back, with a look of disgust: "I hope you didn't lie to me, there is really that kind of way to become stronger quickly, I always feel that you are fooling me, if it doesn't work......"

Catherine glared at him, "If it doesn't work, I'll give you 6 bottles of natural origin." ”

Wren is staggered, damn rich woman, really trying to rob her.

It was already dusk, and the sunset on the horizon was dyeing half of the sky red, and the wind was blowing through the treetops, and the leaves rustled.

The plan was finalized, the two didn't have any mud and water, Catherine and Wren Bing split up and prepared to set up the stage.

Wren made a trip to the post office and paid a certain postman to deliver a letter to Billy Street, Building E, Room 7A, and it must be delivered promptly at 8 o'clock tonight.

Then Wren returned to the deserted park and stood in the small square in the center.

He pulled out the Demon Hunter Type 7 long knife, and his fighting energy condensed in the blade, and the silver-white blade glowed with a metallic cold light.

'Soul Breaker: Ring Blade'

The snow-white knife flashed, and the knife slashed around the central square in the abandoned small park, as if blown by a strong wind, and the dust on the ground spread to all sides.

"Click...... Click~"

One by one, the trees were cut off in response, and many shrubs seemed to be pruned and shortened, and the surrounding trees were suddenly cleared.

He withdrew his knife and swept around, and the minutes ticked by.

It was late, the breeze was blowing, and Catherine was late.

She had just gone to two places, the Dale Portrait Gallery and the Witcher Society branch.

Placing the self-portrait in the middle of the small square, she beckoned Wren to use his long knife to make orderly holes in the floor tiles, while Catherine removed the package from her back and buried the black crystals engraved with the warlock's runes in them.

In addition, she took out a glass jar containing some viscous liquid glowing red, blue and yellow, and she took out a special black quill and began to draw some complex geometric shapes on the light field.

Hexagrams, rectangles, and equilateral triangles formed a complex pattern, and she stretched out her hand, crimson psionic energy slowly flowing into the intricate pattern.

After doing all this, the two retreated to the woods to the side and began to check the equipment.

Wren pressed seven silver-white demon hunting bullets engraved with holy texts into the magazine, which was the maximum ammunition capacity, and tucked the magazine into the stock of his rifle while adjusting the scope.

He has strong night vision, and the vision of the transcendent is mostly different from that of ordinary people.

Catherine also pulled out the Demon Hunter pistol from her leather pants on her left leg, her gun appeared to have been modified, with a body of 374 centimeters and several roses on it.

She took out three silver-plated demon hunting bullets and reloaded them with three special golden translucent bullets from her burgundy trench coat. The first four rounds are normal demon hunting rounds, and the last three rounds are "surprises".

Tonight's moon was shrouded in thin clouds, the stars were dim, and the evening breeze blew Wren's black hair, the two looked at each other, turned on the pistol safe, and squatted down, ready to face a strong enemy.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is time to hunt!