A white-haired shadow flashed through the forest, and at an almost indiscernible speed, it instantly pounced on the back of the ragged "living corpse" whose wounds had healed from most of its wounds.

The dazed wandering "living corpse" subconsciously bowed down when he felt the vibration behind him, trying to throw the appearance on his back, and the long, black and hard hairs on his body pierced Agnes through the ragged clothes, and the ever-lengthening teeth and nails made the posture more and more hideous.

"Nightingale!" Agnes's voice echoed through the rattling woods, her legs cut backwards and wrapped around the neck of the "living corpse", her psoas muscles twisted her thighs with force, and directly tossed the person who could not react to her strange movements in time to the ground.

The ethereal singing voice sounded with a slight cold texture, and a complete sense of silence echoed in the hearts of all who heard the song, and the "living corpse" who tried to get up was stunned for a moment, and then the shadow covered with white hair pressed on his body again, and the barrel of the gun with the unique coolness of metal pressed against his temple.

The sound of the gun rang out almost instantly, as if the sound of striking steel followed, and the small flattened discus with scorch marks fell to the ground, and some black and yellow scorch marks appeared at the temples, where the skin seemed to be burned and cracked like paper, revealing the pale and bloodless flesh underneath, and the part close to the skin seemed to be burned and became a little dry and hard.

The "living corpse" seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then struggled violently, and Angnes, who relied on her legs to fix herself on the "living corpse", subconsciously hooked the neck of the "living corpse" with her hand that did not hold a gun, so that her body would not fall off due to the action of the "living corpse".

Her gaze looked at the scorch mark she had just made, and she could clearly see that the skin around it was gradually turning pale, and slowly squirming like a bud growing under the skin, and then stopped as she approached the scorch mark, and the squirming sensation that seemed to yearn for something disappeared without a trace.

The self-recovery ability of the "living corpse" level was suppressed by the power carried by the "purification bullet", and such a thought appeared in Angness's mind, and the slightly ethereal song in her ears became a little louder, and the body of the "living corpse" under her command gradually calmed down.

The cool barrel was handed to the position again, and the gunfire rang out again, and the pale golden light shone in an instant, the black and yellow scorch marks expanded slightly, and the bullet with burning marks was embedded in the thin layer of flesh that was only half a finger thick, and then fell down in the struggle of the "living corpse" to reappear.

Agnes struggled to maintain her position so that the muzzle of the gun never left its rightful place, and her index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sensen's white bones were slightly charred black, and some charred black debris fell from the "H"-shaped cracks.

The frost white is the ice that spreads out from under the body of the "living corpse", the surrounding trees and shrubs are quickly hung with crystal ice cubes, pale snowflakes fall in the air, the perennial green quickly withers, dyed with the smell of decay, in which the pale yellow wood shrinks rapidly, and the gray-black bark makes a fragile sound under the weight of the heavy canopy.

A faint whimper and sobbing sounded all around, with an indescribable depression, and gradually calmed down in the ethereal singing, leaving only a slight chill.

Agnes felt her body seem to stiffen a little, which was due to the extraordinary power of the "living corpse", which was unavoidable.

The fingers she pulled on the trigger still endured numbness and hooked hard, the pale golden light flashed, the broken bone fragments cut through the blood vessels below, and the black-purple blood with the smell of rancid smell splattered, spilling on the ragged clothes on the shoulders of the "living corpse" and the cuffs of the shirt exposed under Agnes leather, and a little black-green gas spread out from the wound and quietly dissipated in the air.

The ethereal song in my ears grew louder and louder, and the blood-colored seeds that began to grow rapidly continued to shrink again and again under the continuous spiritual action, going back and forth between the germinating state and the form of the seed.

He wasn't dead yet, and Agnes watched the slowly expanding wound and the increasingly intense movements of the "living corpse", and this subconsciously came to her mind, perhaps because his skull was not yet broken.

She pulled the trigger again, letting the last remaining "purification bullet" remain in the "living corpse's" mind, then withdrew her hand and pinned her gun back into the pouch at her waist.

The white-haired claws were inserted directly into the scorched wound with sharp nails, and a faint burning sensation appeared when it touched the scorched marks, and the brown liquid mixed with blood soaked the white hair, and she did not hesitate to grasp the edge of the broken bone and pull it up hard along the edge of the cracked white bone fragment.

The feeling of shattering was clearly transmitted along the hard white bone fragments, she let go of her hand and pierced the sharp nails straight into the slightly enlarged wound, the sticky feeling stained the ends of the fingers, she frowned, and directly controlled the extension of her nails a little.

The movement of the "living corpse" became bigger and bigger, and the blood-stained seeds grew rapidly in an instant, until they turned into flowers. The ethereal singing has a slight sense of weirdness, from simple peace and silence to a little numbness.

A hurricane swept around him, and the trees with ice fell outwards with an irresistible force.

Agnes directly forced her palm into the head of the "living corpse" along the wound before the "living corpse" moved, and the sharp nails did not hesitate to pierce the slight barrier encountered by her fingers, so that the parts that had a clear division of labor were mixed together.

A brown liquid flowed down her arm, and white shards with black spots were brought out as Agnes pulled out her palms under the influence of the hurricane.

A groan of pain rang out with a final high-pitched sound, then disappeared feebly, and the two raised claws twitched and then released.

Calmly corpsed, and Agne fell limply to the ground after Agne pulled out her palm without the slightest hesitation.

"Nightingale," Angnes said, looking up, "help me get him out of here, I don't have enough time to stand here and wait for his traits to come out." ”

"Okay." Nightingale quickly came to the corpse of the "living corpse", and some ripples spread, and the corpse that fell to the ground disappeared with the figure in the blue and purple dress.

Agnes looked at the hurricane in the distance and shook her head slightly.

Immediately, her figure vanished from the decaying area covered in frost and snow, and only a white shadow flew through the forest and headed off into the distance.