"It's so sleepy." Another morning, in the men's area of ​​the City of Innocence, a pink door was gently pushed open. She stretched lazily, swayed her waist and walked out of the pushed door. She took the opportunity to pull the side, just holding the enthusiastic arm waiting in front of the door. The two mature women were once again together and left the pink door with their hands in hand.

This is Phantom Street in the Men's District. The whole street is full of taverns of various local styles. Every night, you can often see beautiful girls wearing costumes from all over the world warmly welcome guests in front of the tavern. Regular guests familiar with the City of Innocence know that Phantom Street is one of the best places to hunt for beauty in the City of Innocence. It often gathers a large number of rich, identities and status from all over the world. These people not only come here for the pursuit of enjoyment, but also include those lonely widows and slutty young noble girls. Sometimes when these two kinds of people come, they like to have a drink at Phantom Street and encounter a romantic and colorful encounter, so that the most primitive impulses in life can fill the emptiness and loneliness in their hearts.

So although this street looks deserted on the surface, in fact, every guest who comes and goes here is a wealthy person who is willing to spend a lot of money. The income here can often exceed the income of other streets for half a month. Without deep strength and background, it is difficult to occupy a tavern here for a long time.

Indulge in the morning with his enthusiastic arms, he walked on the streets in the morning, and his high heels stepped on the bluestone floor, making a crisp and rhythmic sound. Not long after walking, when he passed by another tavern, the door of the tavern was opened, and a middle-aged man with a majestic face walked out of the tavern. The middle-aged man looked like he was of high position and power, and his every move was emitting a signal of being accustomed to giving orders. There were seven or eight followers next to the middle-aged man, who followed the man respectfully, preparing to board the carriage waiting at the door of the tavern.

Just as he was about to get in the car, the man's eyes turned and suddenly froze. He stared at the graceful indulgence of his body. His originally rosy face turned pale, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Hahaha." Seeing this man, I smiled indulgently, not like the charming and affectionate smile that Catherine and the others often see. Instead, it is full of teasing and unrestrained laughter, but also full of ridiculous laughter and disdain. The laughter suddenly stopped, and the white and tender index finger gently tapped his bright red lips. He glanced at the lower body of the middle-aged man with pity and contempt, and said in his tone with mockery and contempt: "Who am I? It turns out to be you. Why? I hid secretly for two months and finally regained confidence again? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

He said sarcastic words, and shook his head with regrets indulgence. He seemed to have deep sympathy for the women she had never met before. The middle-aged man's face turned red and white, his forehead was leaping blue veins, but he couldn't say anything. Finally, he suddenly lowered his head, climbed onto the carriage like flying, and quickly left as if he ran away. Only the indulgence of chuckling that was still indulging.

"It's so pitiful." In the tavern where the middle-aged man left, two waiters lay on the window and just saw this scene. One of them said pity: "This man is so unlucky. He actually met an indulgent master again. I really doubt if he can have another chance to come back."

"Every man who has had close contact with this adult will always be ridiculed by the adults in the morning and will not be able to raise his head. He will leave in a daze and never show up again." Another waiter also said: "It is rare for men like him who are lucky enough to find confidence again. I didn't expect that he met this adult again just after he rebuilds his confidence. Should he say he is lucky, or do he feel sorry for his bad luck?"

On the street outside the door, Suang suddenly stopped laughing, snorted gently, and seemed to have a casual look at the two waiters inside, making them shut up in fear and dare not speak again, and then they left with crisp steps again.

"It seems you drank a little too much last night." Kenju had long been used to the indulgence. He had no comments, but just leaned his head on her shoulder and asked softly, "Are you worried?"

"A bad premonition." said indulgingly and worriedly: "I'm a little worried that the two people below will always feel like something is going to happen."

"We actually worry about others, haha, they are really two unqualified shadow walkers." He said enthusiastically and self-deprecatingly: "It has never happened before."

"After all, they are the first people who have taken the initiative to care about me, which is an exception." Wanyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head and sighed: "Hope is just my illusion."

"Don't worry, it should be fine. They have rich enough experience. With their strength, they can protect themselves and there will be no danger." He comforted enthusiastically and gentlely: "Don't worry, you should think about ourselves. Today, we have to deal with those idiots, and it will take more energy."

"Yes, it's going to take some more thought." When talking about today's itinerary, he said with a bitter face: "It's a headache when you think about it. Come on, go back and prepare."

The two women slowly disappeared into the distance in the face of the rising sun, only the empty streets behind them witnessed what had just happened.

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"Woo~~~~~" The whisper of the deceased echoed in the sewer, and a large number of ghosts surrounded Catherine who was kneeling and launched a fierce attack on Catherine. The two sisters Pansy and Mimosa stood anxiously outside the range of the ghost, and tried to rush in and pull Catherine out several times, but reason told them that it was impossible to do it. But if they were asked to escape like this, they could not do it. They had another inexplicable premonition that if they chose to escape at this time, they might lose some important things they had just obtained and would never be able to find them again in their lives. This premonition locked them in place, unable to move in or retreat.

There was another violent cough, and the Dou Qi shield on Catherine's body became dimmer. Finally, a weapon broke through the obstacle of the Dou Qi shield, leaving a shallow wound on her body. The vitality contained in the blood stimulated the undead and became more manic. The power on the weapon became greater. The Dou Qi shield could no longer condense and completely dissipated in the air.

"Sister Catherine!" Anne's small body came out from under Catherine. On her originally pretty face, her two black eyes turned blood red, and her lively and cute faces also became ferocious and terrifying. Her mouth suddenly opened very loudly, and an indescribable roar came from her wide open mouth: "Sister Catherine!"

When the sound was heard, pansy and mimosa on the periphery felt dizzy. It was not the body's dizziness, but the dizziness that the soul seemed to fly out of the body, which was uncontrollable. Fortunately, this attack was not directed at them, otherwise they would definitely be the first and second victims as ordinary people.

Yes, it is not an ordinary shout but an attack. This is the soul attack of the Banshee's Howl, which makes many people turn into a terrifying soul. It is an indefensible attack against the soul, and even a deaf cannot escape the judgment of the soul. Facing the Banshee's Howl, the professions other than the priest have no way of dealing with it, and can only wait quietly for the judgment of life and death.

The Howl of the Banshee is a unique attack method for the Dead Banshee at the pinnacle of the ghost-type undead. After knowing that Anne was a Dead Banshee, Panis once asked her, but Anne did not know this kind of attack method and had no combat power. But at this moment, she found that her favorite sister was in a desperate situation and was about to die. Anne's instinct that was sleeping deep in her soul finally awakened, and she subconsciously used her strongest power in a hurry and made this shrill howl from the Banshee.

The Howl of the Banshee is the most terrifying attack method for the living, and it is not ineffective for the dead. For other undead, the Howl of the Banshee can shatter the soul fire in the bodies of those undead who are not powerful enough, and let them return to sleep. For ghosts, the Howl of the Banshee is the biggest function of the Howl of the Banshee is not attacking but controlling. It can control the unconscious undead around a large range and let them act according to the will of the Dead Banshee.

After howling, Anne's blood-red eyes returned to clear, her petite figure faded a lot, and a look of weakness appeared on her face. But the ghosts surrounding Catherine changed. The closest dozens of ghosts seemed to have received some order, and immediately rushed towards her kind of person, driving other uncontrolled ghosts away from Catherine's side.

Catherine, who got a chance to breathe, finally barely supported her body with her only shield and slowly stood up, but could only let out a bitter smile. Because from the corner of her eyes, she had already seen that not far behind her, the huge eight-meter-high puppet had slowly raised her fists, and the injury that had just aggravated had taken time to take her all her strength and she no longer had the ability to stop this fatal attack.

The moment the fist fell, Catherine felt that her heart suddenly became extremely clear. In a trance, she seemed to return to the moment when she knelt under the statue of a hero. In a trance, she seemed to be looking up at the ordinary but heroic and energetic face on the statue of Knight Neli again.

Catherine suddenly thought of the dream before departure again, and once again saw the scene when the beautiful and powerful figure launched an assault on the undead like a tide, and once again felt the sight that spanned time and life and death.

"That dream turned out to be this sign. Lord Nellie, are you trying to summon my soul to return to your horse?" Catherine smiled bitterly, her eyes seemed to penetrate the top of the sewer and floated into the distance: "Will you be sad if I die? Lina, Vivian, and...Pennis."
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