Ahh

Two terrible screams pierced the entire alley.

The ugly evil spirit suspended in mid-air, the dry skin covering the withered cheeks, slowly pulled out a hideous smile.

Fear is the sweetest food for evil spirits.

This evil spirit, which often dies as a result of premarital violence, haunts the vicinity of the place of death, and the resentment and pain before death prompts it to return from the world of the dead.

"No, don't!"

"Get out of here, brute!"

The two patrolmen screamed loudly, and they waved their weapons indiscriminately, but ordinary iron weapons only passed through the body of the evil spirit, and could not even make a wave.

"It's noisy."

A somewhat impatient voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of the two.

Looking up, on the eaves opposite, there was a girl wearing a white skirt and swaying two white calves.

She pointed to her ear: "Call again, and I'll get rid of you all together." ”

"Strange to say, it's the first time I've seen an evil spirit that appears at noon and contains such a strong fire aura in its body, it's a specialty of this world?"

She whispered something that the two of them didn't understand.

The daytime demon spirit, who was about to attack the two of them, stared at the beautiful appearance of the girl in front of him - if I had been so beautiful, wouldn't I have been treated like this?

Jealousy and resentment made her almost immediately abandon the ingredients that had been brought to her mouth and pounce on the girl.

Scott shouted, "Miss, run, it's an evil spirit!" ”

John yelled, "Fool, leave her alone, run!" ”

He got up from the ground, moved his legs, which were numb from fear, and ran out as hard as he could.

The girl crossed her legs and shook her head: "Heh, it's quite kind, before I put it, I might have allowed you a blood slave status to serve the royal court, but now I can't." ”

A pillar of fire erupted from the mouth of the daytime wraith.

If you look closely, it is the long tongue in the mouth of the daytime demon spirit, and the sharp barbs are haunting the raging flames.

"It's disgusting."

The smile on Fringilla's face came to an abrupt end.

The flames emitted a foul stench like carrion.

There was a disgusted expression on her face: "It's a disgusting smell, don't stain my new clothes, this is what an adult bought for me!" ”

Bang –

The long tongue pierced the walls and eaves.

The girl's figure has long since disappeared.

The daytime demon spirit was a little puzzled, it had never been exposed to any extraordinary power during its lifetime, how could it know that a person who looked like an ordinary girl still had this special ability.

"I'm behind you, idiot."

The daytime wraith suddenly turned its head and looked behind it.

Unlike when she watched from Lothar's side, Frigila's eyes were full of blood that could not be dissolved, and the corners of her mouth, two delicate fangs pierced her somewhat pale lips.

A pair of winding red devil horns stretched out, and a thin layer of blood mist filled the alley.

"I'm going to get rid of you quickly and go back to find my lord."

She was suspended in mid-air, her hand outstretched, and a bone spur with a bloody streak in the middle pierced through her palm like a sharp sword.

The daytime wraith let out a scream of fear and rage and lunged down on Frynn.

But she didn't dodge, just gently swung off the bone spur.

The next moment, a blood-colored glow filled the alley.

Wait until the light fades.

During the day, the body of the demon spirit solidified inch by inch, turning gray-white like a stone statue.

It then collapsed into countless fragments.

...

A platform at the top of the castle.

From here, you can see the whole city of Montreal, with its narrow and winding alleys, Count Renard's favorite residence, churches and street shrines.

Brothels and bathhouses, gardens and fountains...

There's also the parched, dusky yellow earth, and the tributary of the Jordan River whose flow has plummeted due to the dry season.

Sir Humphrey wore a purple mantle of bone snails, and pressed his hands against the rough rocks at the edge of the platform.

Behind him, the gray-haired old servant was a little puzzled, "Lord Humphrey, is it a little inappropriate for us to neglect that Baron Lothar so much?" ”

Humphrey sneered: "This attitude is the most suitable for him, they have lost their combat effectiveness in a short period of time after fighting with that group of Saracen cavalry. ”

"He's no use to us."

The servant hesitated a little and said, "Also, during this time in the city, people are dying every day, and it is said that they are haunted... Don't you need to remind Baron Lothar? ”

"No, it's best if he's dead. According to the custom, after his death, the army under his command should be temporarily commanded by me, and it is indeed an elite, and it should not be left in the hands of such an upstart baron. ”

Sir Humphrey stood facing the sun, his eyes narrowed slightly at the blinding glare, which was clearly bright, but with a palpable shade.

"Kahlerburg, why hasn't it been breached yet? Saladin, you've let me down. ”

The servant behind him immediately lowered his head and reminded, "Sir, how can you say such a thing? ”

Humphrey smiled: "That's it, anyway, it's just you and me here, my stupid and reckless stepfather, I don't know what ecstasy soup I poured into my mother, and he doesn't want to give me a fief yet, if one day I add another brother and sister, what's wrong with me looking forward to his death?" ”

"Alright, stand down, keep an eye on this Baron of Lothar and his knights, and don't let them cause trouble."

...

"Flynn?"

Lothar hurried over.

Frigila turned her head, and the scarlet in her eyes quickly faded into a clear one.

The sinuous red horn disappeared, and she quickly grabbed her long, messy white hair, and then called out with a crying voice, "My lord, I'm here." ”

Seeing that Frigila was unharmed, Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "It's okay, why did you get here?" ”

"I just want to share your worries."

Fringira threw herself into Lothar's arms, rubbed a teardrop on Lothar's shoulder that didn't exist, and sneakily showed her head, looking at Prajna behind Lothar and grimacing.

Lothar was a little surprised, he patted Flynn on the back: "Thanks to you this time, the Witcher's milestone requires hunting monsters, and this daytime demon is also counted as one of them, but there is still one short, you only found this evil spirit?" ”

"My lord, I just experienced a big war, and you don't even care about me?"

Lothar touched her head a little perfunctorily: "Care, of course care, isn't it nothing?" ”

After the previous battle, he had raised both Flynn and Prajna to level 30, and his strength had increased greatly compared to before, and Lothar didn't think that a single evil spirit could pose much of a threat to Frynn.

The reason why I came in a hurry was because I was thinking just in case.

Prajna said in a low voice: "Just grab the two guards just now and ask, you will know, not everywhere can be born evil spirits, if there is, there will not be only one." ”

"Okay."

Lothar was the first to run out of the alley.

Fringira glanced at Prajna with some annoyance, and hurried after her.

Pranya was silent for a moment, then raised the black ghost-faced shield in his hand, and the ghost-faced relief on it suddenly opened its mouth and took a sharp breath.

Between the white rubble on the ground, a translucent apparition of a woman was quickly pulled out and flew towards the mouth of the grimace relief.

The remains of evil spirits are a great complement to the ghost-faced shield.