The spell that was chanted through the symbiotic contract and the sharing of the forbidden knowledge of the Deep Demon had no effect - the strange fact that the spell failed to work shocked the two Annihilation Cultists at the scene even more than a corpse waking up from a coffin prematurely.

What's more, the "Death Bird" is one of the dark demons with powerful spell power!

The woman in the black dress with a thin and harsh face looked at the "Resurrected" standing quietly in front of her in disbelief. The black chain spreading from her collarbone was floating with uneasy smoke and dust. At the same time, she also felt that something was wrong with the "death bird" state that she coexisted with - this abyss demon was constantly sending extremely dangerous signals, and even wanted to cut off the connection with the master and return to the abyss!

She finally reacted and quickly grabbed the chain under the bird's feet with one hand. She held the chain in the air with the other hand and stared into Duncan's eyes: "Something is wrong... You are not the deceased... Who are you?"

"Tell me first, who are you?" Duncan looked at the woman in front of him, and then at the silent man who was keeping a distance from him and still holding the "crowbar cane" in his hand. "Let me guess... First of all, you are obviously not the messenger of the god of death. You deceived the guard with... um, the so-called "disguise skills". You are coming for me - or, for this body I am using now, am I right?"

The woman in the black dress opened her mouth slightly, and her lips moved as if she said something, but Duncan did not hear clearly. The next second, the woman suddenly raised her right hand which had been clenched loosely, and the low and vague murmur in her mouth turned into a strange scream!

The "Death Bird" demon perched on her shoulder also suddenly spread its wings at the same time. Under the control of the symbiotic contract, this dark demon had to resist its instinctive fear and attacked Duncan.

A heavy pressure suddenly appeared, followed by abnormal vibration and distortion of the ground beneath his feet. The ground around Duncan suddenly fluctuated like a wave, and then several huge black thorns like bone spurs suddenly shot out from the ground and entangled him!

However, Duncan had no intention of dodging - mainly because this poor temporary body was unable to respond quickly - he just looked calmly at the thorns as they came before him and entangled his body.

Then, a huge spiritual flame rose from the thorn bush. In an instant, the thorn bush summoned by the spell turned into black ashes, and the remaining flames were blown away by the wind.

"I told you, you might as well swing that bird off your shoulder and hit me - maybe that'll give me a scare."

Duncan sighed helplessly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something seemed to be wrong with his body.

He subconsciously raised his hands, and the next second he was shocked to see cracks appearing on his hands one after another.

Those were not the wounds caused by thorns just now, but cracks that appeared spontaneously. Even as Duncan watched, the cracks continued to increase, as if the skin and muscles of this body suddenly lost their vitality and elasticity, and quickly cracked in this dry and cold weather.

Only a small amount of blood appeared in the crack, but broken and shriveled fragments kept falling from the wound to the ground. In just a few seconds, Duncan clearly felt that this already weak body had become even more fragile.

He looked at the strange changes in his body in surprise, then raised his head and looked at the woman in the black dress opposite him: "Is this also the power of the spell? It works this time?"

The woman in the black dress seemed to have not recovered from the shock of the Thorns' failure. Her face turned much paler, and the death bird on her shoulder drooped its head weakly. However, after hearing Duncan's words, she suddenly smiled: "Ah, it looks like this body has almost reached its limit... This way it will be much easier to deal with."

"Is it the limit?" Duncan asked subconsciously. He seemed to have guessed something from the other party's attitude and words. But just when he was about to say something else, the woman in the black dress suddenly said in a cold voice: "Do it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the taciturn, thin man next to her took action. He looked at Duncan expressionlessly, and the dark demon floating in the air, like a smoke jellyfish, suddenly swelled and shrank, and a ball of dark matter with thick smoke spewed out from the jellyfish's body and hit Duncan as fast as a cannonball!

However, the "acid shell" began to glow green halfway through its flight, and disintegrated and dissipated before it hit the target, disappearing silently.

Duncan helplessly watched the dark mass explode: "I told you, this thing has no..."

Before he finished speaking, the smoke and sparks in the air had already dissipated. After the smoke and dust dissipated, he saw that the silent man not far away had raised the cane towards him - the cane was broken in half, and the black hole of a large-caliber gun barrel protruded from the broken end.

"Bang!!"

Fire exploded from the gun barrel, but the sound did not spread beyond the area around the morgue - the woman in the black dress had already raised her finger to gesture for silence.

The large-caliber bullet tore through the air, and a low noise was heard in the silent range. Duncan's eyes caught the last part of the bullet's flight trajectory, but he did nothing. He just glanced at the silent man who lived in symbiosis with the jellyfish-like demon out of the corner of his eye.

The next second, his vision briefly fell into darkness.

His head was torn to pieces by the powerful impact of the special bullet, and the part above the neck was completely gone.

Duncan's body swayed, he stood there thinking for a while, then raised his hand and touched his neck, but found nothing. He then stretched out his hand and gave the middle finger in the direction of the woman in the black dress and the silent man, then fell on his back.

The woman in the black dress stared at the strange and terrifying headless body.

She watched her companion shoot the body in the head, then watched the body raise its hand and touch the missing head part, and watched the body's strange behavior - that was not a reaction that a body without a head could make!

Whatever it was - the thing that had taken over this body was definitely not dead! It was just gone, temporarily exiled.

Knowing that it would be dangerous to stay any longer, the woman in the black dress had decided to give up today's action. She immediately looked up at her companions and said, "Let's go. Let's leave the cemetery and signal those two people. Something is wrong today..."

The silent man with the strange cane remained silent for a moment, as if he had not heard his companions.

He stood there quietly, and a faint green flame flashed on the black chain extending from his throat.

This spark had seeped into his body along the chains and flesh.

His heart had been set on fire.

"Hey, did you hear me?" The serious and impatient voice of the woman in the black dress came again, "Leave quickly, otherwise by the time the guard reacts, the noise today will be too loud!"

The thin man holding the cane nodded and slowly turned around.

"What happened to you just now?" The woman in the black dress stared at her companion, but quickly looked away. "Well, we have to leave quickly, Duncan."

"Of course," Duncan smiled, "it's not a good place to stay for long."

The woman in the black dress nodded and was about to turn around and walk onto the path, but just as she was about to turn around, the "death bird" that had been perched on her shoulder suddenly let out a sharp and strange scream. The bones of this dark demon creaked all over its body, and black smoke rose up. Then it suddenly turned its head and stared in the direction of Duncan, making a strange clicking sound and flapping its wings continuously.

Behind Duncan, the jellyfish-shaped dark demon floating in the air suddenly burst into flames. In the dark smoke and flames, the incorporeal jellyfish demon was burned out in a few seconds, and the chain connecting the symbiote made a series of harsh crackling sounds and scattered into broken links on the ground.

The woman in the black dress suddenly stopped.

Through the connection between the chains, she felt the great fear of the "death bird" and the warning that it was approaching death.

She even vaguely sensed the visual signal of the death bird - when the demon on her shoulder turned towards Duncan, a sharp pain instantly pierced her brain like a cone, and she felt a burning sensation in her retina, while indescribable distorted light and shadow filled her red and dark vision!

Ordinary deep demons have no hearts, they only act on instinct. When great danger arises, they will not care about the mental health of their masters like Agou does.

“Ugh—” The woman in the black dress let out a low cry instantly, and subconsciously took two steps back in pain and trance. She held on to the street lamp next to her, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar thin figure standing under the interlaced light and shadow of the street lamp in horror, “You…what are you?!”

Duncan looked at the ugly skeleton bird on the other's shoulder (much uglier than Ai Yi), then turned his head to look at the black ash on the ground behind him, and sighed with regret.

"Ignorance is bliss," he shook his head, "You are unlucky."