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In the morning, the sun is as good as ever.

Everywhere in the city, you can hear the whistle of the pier, which is like a noisy and lengthy alarm clock, constantly urging people to see how busy the new day is.

People wake up to such a whistle, which is better than an alarm clock, and after years of edification, their biological clock is spurred by the whistle to be orderly and strict.

Inside a hotel in a corner of the city.

Hank checked the weapons in his bag one last time, a whole bag, and Hank almost wiped out all of his money in New Orleans.

His eyes were filled with deep tiredness, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had not slept all night. But whoever is in his seat may not be able to sleep quietly.

In the front, Mary LaVine forces him to kill his beloved wife, and in the back, a terrifying strange Oriental woman forces herself to kill Mary LaVine. Although it was also persecution, such a choice was not difficult, and he shuddered only when he thought of Mary's horror and the two monsters around her.

This time, I'm afraid it's really a life-and-death dilemma.

He sighed, slung his luggage on his back, and headed for the door.

However, these things must be solved sooner rather than later.

When he opened the door, yesterday's girl was already leaning against the door, as if she had been squatting here waiting for him last night.

"You're afraid I'll run away."

"It's not that I'm afraid you'll run away, it's just that I can't sleep, so I came early."

Xia Wei smiled.

Hank didn't answer, just looked at Xia Wei silently. Not friendly, even hostile.

"With a straight face early in the morning, the efficiency of doing things is not high." Xia Wei stood up straight.

"If you were going to commit suicide early in the morning, would you laugh if it were you?" Hank moved his bag and motioned for Xia Wei to let go.

"And, in the face of someone who threatens you, do you think I should nod like a dog?"

Hank turned around and stared at Xia Wei.

The latter didn't care, put his hand behind his back, and took out a glass of Starbucks as if by magic.

"We're not friends." Hank briefly refused.

"If I had time, I would have persuaded you in a softer way to overcome your fear of Mary Laven, but unfortunately I didn't have time," she casually threw the coffee into the bin next to her, "We're not friends, but our goal is clear, even if you keep using me as an excuse to threaten you, but I know that you want to kill Mary Laven - because she's the biggest gulf between you and Cordelia, even more than your father." So the enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend, but can be an ally. I'm not interested in your private life, and there's no point in your hostility toward me. ”

"And it's not a suicide attempt," Xia Wei led the way in front, "If you go by yourself, it's probably like this." ”

She pressed the elevator and walked in first, then looked back at Hank earnestly, "But I'm not going to put myself in a dead end." ”

Hank was still unconvinced, but at least had a common goal for a short time.

Hank still had a straight face.

Xia Wei took out a glass of Starbucks from an inexplicable place again.

Because it was early in the morning, there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Xia Wei hummed a little song and insisted on going all the way to the Ninth District.

Hank couldn't understand how a woman who had been talking about her lack of time could be so leisurely like a walk.

Xia Wei didn't explain so much, but silently hoped in his heart that he could see more scenery, after all, this was his last morning.

How could she be so cruel to take away all this last time.

Just like the night before her mother committed suicide.

Towards the Lower Ninth Quarter, Hank handed Xia Wei a silver figurine.

Looking at Xia Wei's puzzled look, Hank explained, "Loya's little statue can withstand some voodoo attacks, and will follow me later." ”

Xia Wei nodded, naturally she would not go against the opinion of the "expert" at this time. But she also had to guard against Hank's plans to use these voodoo traps to kill himself.

The black boots were already on her feet, and she followed Hank step by step.

The Lower 9th Ward still seems to be asleep, and it feels like death compared to the rest of New Orleans that has begun to wake up.

Hank had already pulled out two silent pistols and shot silently along the road.

It wasn't obvious that it was there, or a rat, or a discarded rag doll, or a ball of wigs, but after each attack, it would burst into a cloud of black smoke, and the whole street seemed to come back to life.

Xia Wei followed Hank leisurely along the way, and she didn't make a single move, as if Hank had already done it completely.

Xia Wei nodded, it seems that the witch hunters have survived for so long, and they do have their own set, not as weak as in the TV series.

At this time, the statue in her hand suddenly shook and began to get hot.

She looked up a little strangely, and saw Hank spill a handful of white particles out of his hand.

It's table salt.

Xia Wei grinded the particles after the headwind came with her hands and came to a conclusion.

Then an ethereal figure appeared from the void. It was a ragged, withered-faced soul with a dead face.

She let out a scream after being spilled with salt, and white smoke came out of her body.

But she still tried to stretch out her hideous hands and move closer to the two.

If it were an ordinary person, she might have been frightened by that terrifying figure and screamed and fled, but unfortunately she was facing the inheritance of witch hunters for many years and adventurers who had been trained in the final city, and the two turned a blind eye to her performance, Hank A silver bullet directly pierced his body, and then Xia Wei gently kicked her, completely annihilating her in front of her eyes.

"This is the last layer of defense, and the undead drive is the strongest achievement of voodoo, and often the last layer of voodoo defense." Hank put away his pistol and said to Xia Wei.

"But it feels weak." Xia Wei was a little puzzled.

"The most terrifying thing about the undead is that it is strange and difficult to prevent, if I hadn't given you the statue of the great god Loya at the beginning, you wouldn't have noticed her approaching, let alone knocked her down." Hank explained to Xia Wei a little speechless.

"Okay, Kopp will talk about it later, take out your weapons, we have company." Xia Wei tilted her head over Hank's shoulder, the barbershop.

Two familiar figures stepped out, and then Mary Laven, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, appeared in front of Xia Wei for the first time.

"I'll just tell you how I feel two little mice burrowing into my territory, but I didn't expect it to be you, Hank. Do you think you'll be able to compete with my voodoo queen, Mary Laven, if you find her? ”

Mary taunted Hank, bowed her head slightly, and glanced at Xia Wei, "Little girl, you should hide in the quilt and cry if you suffer a loss, what about your weak friend?" Scared into hiding? ”

Xia Wei squinted. She likes to complain, but in the face of those who really quarrel with her, she doesn't take a single bite, she wants to be a queen, not a shrew.

She walked past Hank, and the two monsters walked towards her at the same time. Hank was about to hold her, but she gently avoided her.

"You're a witch hunter, not a monster hunter, so these two monsters, it's better to leave them to me." (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Follow the ~ point / Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread can be), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to the qdread WeChat public account! ）