Lewis returned to his residence and began to rest, even the Sequence Five Transcendent was only a little more physically fit than the average person, and he needed to regain his strength through sleep.

He hadn't slept all night last night, and he was a little tired now.

A piece of pure white appeared in front of him, and after passing through this pure white, a scribbled picture appeared in front of him:

Tramps in thin clothes lined up outside the workhouse door, and the hands of the bell tower not far away pointed to 9 o'clock, and the Gothic bell tower with a missing corner was particularly familiar.

The scene turns, and in an apartment room, a charred man drinks a bottle of green potion, his spirit seems to be slightly better, and next to him stands an old man with gray hair.

A silver river meandered through the window of the room, and the river flowed at Lewis's feet, and white writing appeared on the surface of the river:

"22 Daffodil Street, Eastern End."

"Very good, thank you for your help." Lewis nodded, and Adros had arrived just in time, saving him from going to the grey mist for divination.

The surface of the river shook at his feet, and the original handwriting was erased and turned into "You're welcome".

The surface of the river shook again, revealing new text:

"Mr. Lewis, have you helped me to ask if the Great Being would like me to go to Him?"

Of course I didn't ask, the current Klein doesn't have the strength to take you away...... Lewis smiled faintly.

"I'm trying my best to help you get it, but the Great Being tells me that now is not the time, and that he needs a proper opportunity."

"Thank you."

Twenty-five Andros leaves, and the image in front of Lewis has disappeared, and he has found the residence of the secret puppet master.

After sleeping lightly for a while to recover his strength, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice:

"Shirley, come with me to the East End."

Because of the contract, the witch Shirley can't betray him, and she is definitely a good helper.

"I do!" Outside the door, a female voice came out.

Lewis stroked his face with the palm of his hand, and his face began to grow dense granulations, and with a little modification, a completely different face appeared in the mirror.

Hiding with the power of his cane, Lewis quietly left the residence and took the subway all the way to Beckland's East End.

At this time, the time was not far from noon, and according to Adros's prompt, Lewis came to No. 22 Daffodil Street, which is a small separate house, covering an area of no more than 80 square meters, located right next to the street.

Lewis sneaked out of the house with Shirley, and he heard the people in the room breathing evenly, and the breathing suddenly became disordered.

"Worthy of the master of secret puppets, he already knew that I was coming, and just discovered me."

Lewis whispered to Shirley:

"Say a number every second, count it down, and if you or I don't say the correct number, give it a push."

"When the ......"

With the sound of glass shattering, Lewis had already rushed into the room, and after a moment's pause, he quickly drew a dagger and held it horizontally in front of him.

The next moment, the wind almost skimmed against his body, slicing the corners of his clothes, and the invisible wall in front of him crackled.

"One." Lewis hurriedly shouted, and in front of his eyes, the place where the Master of Secret Puppets should have existed became an old man with gray hair.

In the state of spiritual vision, the old man cannot see the thread of fate, which means that the other party is dead, and it should be a secret couple.

Sensing the danger, Lewis's body made a strange movement in mid-air, his elbow against his foot, almost shrinking into a ball and falling.

A few cards almost brushed his body, and several cuts of different shades were drawn on his body, and blood slowly seeped out.

After landing on the ground, Lewis hurriedly rolled forward, and he immediately turned his gaze and saw the thread of fate under the gas lamp next to the door.

"Two!"

Shirley's voice rang out beside Lewis, and the next moment, the old man's clothes trembled, and a pitch-black rose slowed down, blocked by an invisible air current.

"Horn!" Lewis snapped his fingers and handed his bad luck to the master puppeteer.

The next moment, the feeling of sluggishness in the body came, and the other party was trying to manipulate Lewis's spiritual thread and turn Lewis into a secret puppet.

Lewis looked at Shirley out of the corner of his eye, and faced the master of the secret puppet, either to deal with the other party directly, or to ask for the help of his teammates.

The sound of "three" was not heard for a long time, and Shirley gave up the doll for a while, and she ran two steps before jumping up and crashing into Lewis.

Suddenly, a strong wind surged in front of Shirley, and blades cut through her dress, and due to the presence of wind resistance, she fell at Lewis's feet, but did not hit Lewis.

"Mr. Lewis!" Shirley reached out to Lewis, the invisible blade slicing through her skin, blood splattering everywhere, she closed her eyes tightly, and let her arm continue forward.

A few centimeters was obviously close, but Shirley couldn't reach it at all, and she could only watch Lewis's movements become more and more sluggish.

The Master of the Secret Puppet glanced at Lewis in a good mood, it only takes 10 seconds, and the transformation of the Secret Puppet will be completed, and the process is irreversible.

He took a half-step forward, and the unusually smooth ground caused him to slip under his feet, and his body was unsteady for a moment, and with his ability, he quickly found his balance in the air.

However, this momentary imbalance interrupted his ability to manipulate spiritual threads, and Lewis regained his freedom.

Without thinking, Lewis subconsciously fired the bullet of the "Fallen Revolver", and after the gunshot, the Master of Secret Puppets let out a heavy breathing sound.

The "Fallen Revolver" always plays a key role in dealing with such transcendents who are good at divination, and the inability of bullets to be divined makes such transcendents face it like an ordinary person.

Seeing that the master of the secret puppet was controlled by desire and had lost the ability to think, Lewis easily used ordinary bullets to make up for two shots.

Pong!

One bullet bleed through the Master's skull, and another pierced his throat, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"Luck doesn't seem to be on your side."

Lewis smiled faintly and put away the revolver, the battle process did not exceed ten seconds in total, but in this short period of time, many changes occurred one after another.

Outside the room, Discord's footsteps rang out, and the gunshots just now seemed to attract many people to stop, and after a while, the police and the Transcendental team were probably coming.

Lewis hurriedly summoned the spirits and sent the two corpses above the gray mist, he looked at the injured Shirley, and said in a cold voice:

"Leave immediately."

"Yes!" Shirley's figure faded away, leaving a sparse trail of blood in the direction she walked.

(End of chapter)