"What's next? We'll all listen to you?"

Although Tu Ze calmed down temporarily, in a panic, he still had no master in his mind, so he could only ask for help from Evan.

"You immediately inform all the priests to evacuate the temple and assemble in the town, and have your men contact the prefect to inform everyone of the impending attack on the town by the Dreadbeasts. I'm going to inform all the witchers now, remember to move quickly, and don't carry anything other than weapons!"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly froze, and he raised his saber with the hilt of his sword and threw it at the wall.

Whoosh——!

The sword flew and stretched out a straight silver line, like a sharp beam, and slanted through several walls, cutting across half the street, and stabbing straight into the balcony of another hotel.

......

Balkal, Pushu Town, Roadside Inn.

"What sound?"

Negail woke up from his sleep and heard a faint sound in his ears, like someone holding his nails and gently scraping the glass, squeaking and squeaking. Then something exhaled softly, ringing in my ears again and again, and there was a chill.

“......”

He opened his eyes irritably, sat up and looked out the window, the whole bedroom was quiet, and the wind and rain outside the window were blowing and the branches were gently swaying, like withered hands with teeth and claws.

The light around him was thin, but the time of the wall clock showed that it was only three years in the afternoon, as if it was the middle of the night, and the sound of low, steady breathing came and went—it was the witcher who, like him, kept vigil at night and rested during the day.

"Damn the place...... If it weren't for the fact that the adults were here......"

He muttered, rolled over, and when he wanted to go back to sleep, he accidentally caught a glimpse of something white on the balcony, which was shaking slightly.

"Is it Tessa?"

Negail woke up suddenly, he had experienced several life-and-death crises in the past year in the demon hunting industry, and had developed the habit of being vigilant at all times, and was extremely sensitive to strange breaths.

In the hazy skylight, I saw a person standing in the middle of the balcony! waist-length long hair, slender waist, light red dress, it was a woman dressed as a singer and dancer!

He rolled over and drew the saber he had been holding in his arms, holding it flat on his chest while observing the other with scrutinizing eyes.

Looking closely, Neguel realized that it was a very beautiful woman.

She was dressed in a gorgeous light red gauze dress, her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, and her snow-white pink neck was embellished with a silver necklace, which shone beautifully in the soft skylight. The sleeveless gauze skirt exposes the shiny shoulders, the light little arms show a bony beauty, and the hem of the gauze skirt only reaches the knee and does not cover the slender calf, completely highlighting the beautiful figure.

There was a hazy and soft sky light behind the woman, and Negail looked at her in a daze, faintly feeling like she was in a dream, as if it was not a strange figure that suddenly appeared on the balcony, but the most beautiful queen on the stage.

“......”

He wiped his eyes vigorously, trying to see better.

I saw her open arms and slowly retreat towards the railing, her hair falling in a bun under the night wind, and her long golden hair flew up, circling and twisting like countless tentacles. Not only that, but her steps were very light, without a sound at all, like a phantom floating in the air.

“......”

Negail's breathing gradually increased, looking at the other party's seductive eyes, his body was like a marionette, and he walked towards her step by step with heavy steps.

In the witcher's field of vision, her skin is fair and delicate, and her eyes are magnified with inky eyeshadow to outline them into perfect almond eyes. The eyebrows are charming and slender, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the delicate red lips are between the fluttering hair, throwing a seductive style at him.

Knock – Knock Knock——!

His heart beat faster and faster, and he involuntarily quickened his pace, and everything in his vision disappeared, except for the dreamy woman.

She didn't say a word the whole time, just opened her arms and smiled seductively—from Negail's point of view, like a young girl craving a hug.

"I'm coming...... I'm coming......"

The witcher smiled obsessively, muttered to himself, approached the edge of the balcony, and finally embraced her into his arms contentedly. However, there is no nephrite jade fragrance as imagined, only the cold and stiff corpse like a dead corpse.

It's cold!

He woke up suddenly, looked at the girl in his arms again, and was suddenly shocked - this is the stage queen of the country, which is clearly a corpse of a girl connected with silk threads.

Gurgle——!

Negail's frightened body was overly frightened, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and the puppet girl's head was pulled, stiffly drooping down, and showing a strange fold angle with her neck. Ming Ming had been dead for a long time, but those empty eyes were turning at a rapid speed, and the corners of his mouth were hooked up with a strange smile at the same time.

Help me...... Help me!

The witcher's eyes were filled with fear, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in snow, frozen and cold, unable to move at all.

Giggle——!

The puppet girl's broken cervical vertebrae suddenly made a crisp sound, her drooping head shook violently, and the weird smile on the corner of her mouth became thicker and thicker, like a sharp blade tearing gap, and suddenly grinned to the root of her ear. Immediately afterward, her body suddenly moved, like a boneless octopus, her limbs wrapped around each other against the joints, clenched tightly, and grew stronger and stronger...... It's as if they want to hang each other alive!

Save...... Help me!

Negail's face was covered with cold sweat, and the heart-eating fear hit like a flood, instantly annihilating his entire body. His chest rose and fell violently, but he couldn't shout half a syllable, and his body seemed to be paralyzed and petrified, and he couldn't move at all.

Whoosh——!

Before he could catch him off guard, a sharp white light flashed by, and the strong wind he carried was like a knife, cutting his skin painfully.

The sharp silver streak crossed across the street, forming a narrow silver thread that instantly pierced the puppet girl's skull, swept straight up her body, and slammed into the wall with a 'clang'.

"Saved!?"

Neguelden regained his mobility and collapsed to the ground in relief, coughing violently before laughing for the rest of his life.

"What was the flash just now......?"

His breathing gradually calmed down, and he looked in the direction of the silver light shuttle, and found that what had penetrated the puppet girl turned out to be a narrow long sword.

The slender and sharp narrow sword, with a chilling chill throughout, slanted through the skull of the evil skull—like an enlarged steel nail, nailing it to the side wall of the balcony.

"Quack, ahhhh

The puppet girl suddenly spasmed, and the silk threads connecting her body broke together, and suddenly turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, falling to the ground in pieces.