Outside the glass window, the garden was overgrown with branches, dilapidated and gloomy, the river flowed darkly, reflecting the starlight, and the nearby houses exuded a cozy and warm glow.

Everything was extremely quiet, as if welcoming the coming of night.

Triss, whose facial features were not delicate when viewed individually, but were exceptionally beautiful when put together, withdrew her gaze, walked quickly to the coat rack, and took down a black hooded robe.

She quickly put the garment on, buttoned it up, tightened the belt, and flipped up the hood, transforming herself into an assassin.

Triss raised her right hand and wiped it across her face, instantly making the face hidden under the hood become hazy and blurred.

Then, she reached into the secret pocket at her waist, pulled out a handful of fluorescent powder, and sprinkled it on herself while chanting a spell.

Triss's silhouette began to disappear inch by inch, and the outline seemed to be drawn by a pencil and completely erased by an eraser.

After becoming invisible, she left the bedroom silently, came to the room opposite, and pushed open the window without guardrails.

With a light leap, Triss stood on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn behind the small building, looking down at the iron fence that almost blended into the darkness, and looking down at the "corpse collector" Fry who was quietly climbing over the wall.

She took a breath and landed like a feather, landing on the grass without a sound.

Wearing a black windbreaker and holding a special revolver, with a high nose and thin lips, Frye looked around cautiously, searching for possible wronged souls or evil spirits.

He can see these things directly!

Triss approached Fry silently and went around behind him. A "black painted" dagger appeared in her hand.

puff!

She moved as fast as the wind and stabbed the dagger into Frye's lower back.

But at this moment, what she saw suddenly shattered, like an illusion.

Triss found herself still standing on the windowsill, still looking down at the lawn, at the iron fence.

However, outside the wall, there was not only the "corpse collector" Frye, but also Leonard Mitchell who was aiming at the windowsill, and Dunn Smith who had his eyes closed, his brows pressed, and his body half-bent. It seemed that there were circles of invisible ripples spreading around the captain of the Nighthawks.

Triss's pupils shrank, and she realized that it was just a dream and she fell asleep without knowing when!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Leonard and Frye fired three shots in total, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed to have not yet awakened from his dream.

Crack!

The outline of Triss's figure emerged, first cracked, then turned into fragments, turning into silver mirror fragments with rough surfaces!

Inside the house, she used a substitution spell, turned around and ran quickly along the corridor and stairs, all the way to the first floor.

Woo! In this layer, the wind, so cold that it could freeze a person, blew endlessly, and invisible, transparent figures wandered around everywhere blankly and numbly.

Triss, who had lost her invisibility, would have a lower body temperature every time she passed through a ghost-like being. When she finally reached the altar, she was shivering uncontrollably.

The altar is a round table with a statue carved from bones in the center.

The statue is about the size of a normal adult man's head, with only vague outlines of the eyebrows and eyes, and seems to be a beautiful woman.

Her hair extended from her head to her ankles, each strand clear and thick, like a poisonous snake or a tentacle.

And at the top of each hair, there is an eye, some closed, some open, and they are densely packed.

This evil statue is surrounded by numerous crudely made puppets piled up in a mess. Each puppet has a name and corresponding information written on it, such as Joyce Meyer.

There were three candles on the round table, flickering dim yellow and green flames in the cold, howling wind.

Triss bowed to the statue and recited a spell quickly.

Then she pushed the puppet aside, extinguished the candle, and picked up the idol. ..

Woo!

The wind suddenly blew loudly, causing the tightly closed windows to shake violently.

Bang! Snap! Glass shattered one by one, and a cold, lifeless wind blew in all directions.

Frye, who had just circled to the other side and did not dare to rush into the altar, shuddered suddenly. He felt his blood turning cold and frosting, and his movements were noticeably slow.

At this moment, his ankle tightened, as if it was firmly grasped by something invisible.

An even colder feeling spread upwards from the point of contact. If it were any other Sequence Beyonder, they would have been paralyzed and stiffened, but as a "corpse collector", Frye was no stranger to similar states.

He turned the muzzle of the revolver and pulled the trigger at the side of his ankle. He seemed to be able to see who the enemy was and where he was.

Bang!

A silver demon-hunting bullet penetrated into the wind, causing a shrill wail.

The invisible shadow dissipated, and Frye regained the ability to move freely.

On the other side, Dunn Smith, who wanted to climb to the second floor and avoid the front of the altar, was also frozen by the cold wind and stopped outside the broken window.

Woo! The dark curtain behind the window suddenly rose up and enveloped Dunn, like a monster opening its mouth to devour its prey.

Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a curtain that seemed to have come to life. The curtain became tighter and tighter, outlining his mouth and nose.

As he was about to suffocate, Dunn pressed his feet down, straightened his knees, turned his back, and used brute force to tear the curtain apart.

He grabbed a corner of the curtain wrapped around his head with his left hand, pulled it off and threw it to the ground.

Bang!

He raised his hand and fired a shot, aiming at the half curtain that was trying to cover the window from behind.

The curtain stopped instantly, and a hint of deep red quickly seeped out.

Woo!

On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was reciting a poem, was also blown by the cold wind that contained a strong sense of death, causing his teeth to chatter and make noises, and he was unable to speak for a while.

At this moment, the broken and messy vines suddenly spread and wrapped around his ankles, and a black shadow also smashed over with the strong wind.

Leonard, whose body was a little stiff, had no time to shoot, so he had to pull his shoulders and raise his arms.

Puff! The shadow hit his forearm, causing its spikes to pierce his skin.

It's just a delicate, bright red flower that came from nowhere.

Leonard shook the flower stained with his own blood aside with a tremor of pain.

Bang! He fired at the vines that were wrapping around him, and dark red juice came out.

Dashing! Leonard took a step forward and rushed towards the altar on the first floor and towards the broken window.

And the vines where he was originally standing suddenly shrank back, as if avoiding some invisible thing.

With the help of the chaos caused by destroying the altar and interrupting the ceremony, Triss once again became invisible and successfully concealed herself from the spirit's vision. She broke away from the encirclement and came behind the three Night Watchers.

She stretched out her right hand, and suddenly a cold wind blew, holding the flower stained with Leonard's blood and falling into her palm.

Triss didn't stop, holding the flowers, she swiftly climbed over the iron fence and fled towards the Tussock River.

At this time, Leonard, who was about to enter the first floor, suddenly turned his head, as if listening to something.

His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves to look at the wound that had just been pricked by the flowers.

Given his physical condition, the bleeding there had stopped and there was only slight redness and swelling.

Leonard's expression darkened. He suddenly pinched his left index finger and pulled out the nail!

His face was immediately filled with a distorted look of pain, but his actions did not stop. While muttering something, he scratched the solidified wound with his fingernails, leaving it stained with dark red blood, then pulled out a few strands of hair and wrapped them around the nail.

By the Tussock River, Triss slowed down her pace and cast her eyes on the flowers in her hands.

She muttered something, and suddenly a ball of black, illusory flame burst out from her palm.

The flames enveloped the flowers and truly burned, reducing them to ashes.

After doing all this, Triss stepped into the river and sank into the water.

At the same time, Leonard threw out the nail tangled in his hair and stained with blood, and watched it fall into the corner, burning out of thin air, emitting a foul smell of burning.

The nail, along with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dust.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, climbed through the window to the first floor, and said to Dunn and Frye who were destroying the altar:

"The target escaped. Fortunately, our main goal has always been to stop the ritual."

Dunn sighed, looked at the many puppets on the round table and said:

"She is very alert and powerful. She sensed our approach in advance. Otherwise, she is at least a Beyonder of the Sequence."

"Signal Klein and ask him to come over."

Through a brief dream contact, he determined that the enemy was a woman.

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