"You don't want to?" Agnes frowned slightly, watching her body go back very lightly, and the man who distanced herself sighed helplessly: "Why did you run?" Obviously, you said that we can trust each other. ”

Lunn Lambo's face looked extremely ugly, and he ignored Agnes's words, and quickly stepped back, his body gradually dissolving in the shadows.

"It's a cute little 'instigator,'" Angnes laughed with a hint of malice, her gaze shifting with Lenn Lambo's momentary movements, her feet straining slightly, and quickly following Lunn Lambo.

"The sound of your breathing, the sound of your heartbeat, and the breath of fresh flesh and blood on your body are like lights in the dark night to me, the prey that has been delivered to my eyes, how can I let you run away?"

Before Agnes' outstretched hand could touch Lunn Lambo, a blood-stained dagger stabbed Agnes' heart at a strange angle.

The sharp edge pierced the shirt on Agnes' shoulder, and the skin underneath almost felt the cold temperature of the dagger, as if it only took a little more force to pierce the cortex, cutting through the muscle and fat layer below.

But it was no longer possible, and Angnes' hands that had changed into the form of "werewolves" had already broken Lunn Lambo's wrist holding the dagger without hesitation, and the edge of the dagger had slashed through the fabric of the poor shirt, revealing a little white skin.

"It's a lot of force," said Agnes very sincerely, and the sharp nail on her other claw pierced Lunn Lambo's other wrist without hesitation, "but the attack was not the right one...... Maybe it's for me. ”

With her other hand, Angnes waved the dagger she had snatched from Lunn and said, "You seem to have made some mistakes in your judgment of my strength, and you would even try to attack my heart from the front, have you really been an 'assassin'?" Or did the potions you take not give you this knowledge? ”

Lunn Lambo blushed, perhaps because the wrist that had been broken by Agnes hurt too much.

Agnes casually dropped the dagger on the floor, then picked up Lunn Lambo and threw it on the bloodstained wooden table on the side of the room.

"You weren't 'convinced' by me from the beginning, were you?" Lunn Lambo asked in a hoarse voice with a cold sweat on his head.

"No, no, no, how can you say that? I really hope we can trust each other. Agnes said with a bright smile.

"I really want you to be my work of art," Agnes said, raising her hand and running her index finger over the side of Lunn Lambo's face, "I just lack you like that." ”

"Maniac!" The green tendons on the top of Lunn Lambo's head were unconsciously exposed, and he scolded viciously.

"You're slandering me," said Agnes in a whispered voice with some disgruntle, leaning down and whispering in Lunn Lambo's ear, "I am giving my advice very sincerely, and it really saddens me that you are doing so." ”

"Your opinion doesn't matter, though," Angnes chuckled, her sharp fangs piercing the skin on the side of Lunn Lambo's neck, and the werewolf toxin quickly entered the bloodstream along the wound, quickly transforming his body along with the toxin that had entered his body from the wound on his claws.

Lunn Lambo wailed bitterly, and Agnes spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at him in disgust.

"Don't shout too loudly, I don't want you to shout hoarsely and not be able to answer my questions when you become obedient." Agnes covered Lunn Lambo's mouth with her hands and whispered in his ear.

Lunn Lambo's eyes couldn't help but widen, reflecting the malice in Agnes's eyes and the weird and crazy smile on the corners of her mouth.

Agnes smiled and stood up, not looking at Lunn Lambo, whose body was gradually twisting and deforming, and turned to Snow who had been huddled in the corner of the cell, frowning and turning Snow's body around, she reached out and patted Snow on the cheek.

"Coma...... Pallor...... Cyanosis of the lips...... Clammy skin ......"

Agnes reached out to open Snow's closed eyes, and reached out to probe Snow's snort, feeling the heaving of his chest. She reached out again and with a little force it opened Snow's mouth, and couldn't help frowning, she smelled a smell that disgusted her a little, the smell she had smelled when she walked into Newlin Manor.

"Trismus...... Intermittent breathing...... The pupils have dilated...... With my ability, I can't save him, let alone wake him up from his coma. Agnes frowned slightly.

"There were no fatal injuries, the symptoms were like poisoning, there were a lot of needle holes in the arms, some were long-standing, some were new, plus this taste in the mouth...... What drugs did someone inject him? Why does it look like an overdose of drugs is used to kill the mouth? ”

"As for that...... Killing people like this, could it be that Snow has some secrets? Is this technique related to the case of the Silver Rose? Agnes narrowed her eyes slightly.

"It's a pity I'm not good at channeling." Agnes sighed slightly, although she had studied psychic rituals, to be honest, the success rate had not been high.

"But now I can only try, but luckily Snow is not completely dead, and it is easy to get a response to my prayers to the Mother Goddess. Lunn Lang will hide here, and it is estimated that there is a high probability that he will know the reason, and he will have to ask later. Agnes took out several brown vials from the inside pocket of her leather coat, sprinkled chamomile hydrosol and nut essential oil around Snow's body in turn, and then remained in a meditative state and whispered in Hermesian:

"The master of all prosperity and decay,"

"I pray for the power of life,"

"I pray for my mother's care,"

"I pray that you will let me communicate with Snow's spirit."

A low, ethereal voice echoed in the dark room, and Agnes felt a soft and powerful force envelop her, she felt her spirituality slowly spread out under the guidance of this power, and a different color of light flashed in front of her eyes, and finally she saw a world that seemed a little fragmented, and the shimmering storm outside was chaotic.

Agnes knew in her heart that this represented Snow's "mental body", and the other party, who seemed to be on the verge of death, was not optimistic.

It seemed that she had to ask for the information she wanted as soon as possible, and Agnes immediately spread her spirituality through the "storm" that became increasingly chaotic.

Agnes saw Snow curled up on the ground, his body transparent and blurred.