Outside the glass window, the garden branches are full of vines, dilapidated and gloomy, the river flows darkly, reflecting starlight, and nearby houses exudes a warm and warm glow.

Everything was extremely quiet, as if we were welcoming the arrival of night.

Tris, who had no delicate facial features on his face, looked extremely beautiful, with an extremely beautiful combination, with a quick walk to the hood rack, and took off a black robe with a hood.

She quickly put on the clothes, buttoned up, tightened her belt, turned over her hood, turned herself into an assassin.

Tris raised his right hand and wiped it in front of his face, which immediately made the face covered by the hood hazy and blurry.

Immediately afterwards, she reached out and twisted out a handful of fluorescent powder from the dark bag around her waist, and sprinkled it on herself with the spell.

Tris' figure began to disappear inch by inch, and the outline lines seemed to be drawn by a pencil, completely erased by an eraser.

After completing her invisibility, she left the bedroom silently, came to the room opposite, and pushed open the window without guardrails.

With a gentle jump, Tris stood on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn behind the building, looking down at the iron fence that almost blended into the night, and looking down at the "corpse collector" Fry, who was quietly climbing over the wall.

She took a breath and fell like a feather, stepping on the lawn without any sound.

Wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a special revolver, Fry looked around carefully, looking for possible unjust souls or evil spirits.

He can see these things directly!

Tris approached Fry quietly and walked around him, and at some point in his hand a dagger painted with "black paint".

puff!

She took action like a breeze, stabbing the dagger into Fry's back.

But at this moment, what she saw in front of her suddenly shattered, and was shattered like an hallucination.

Tris found herself standing on the windowsill, looking down at the lawn and the iron fence.

But outside the wall, there was no longer only the "corpse collector" Fry, but also Leonard Mitchell aiming at the windowsill, and Dunn Smith, who closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows and half-bowed body. There seemed to be circles of invisible ripples surrounding the captain of the Nightclub.

Tris's pupils shrank, and she realized that it was just a dream just now, and she fell asleep at some point!

Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!

Leonard and Fry fired three shots in total, accurately hitting the invisible target that seemed to have not yet awakened from their dreams.

Snap!

The outline of Tris' figure emerged, first cracked, then turned into pieces, turning into pieces of silver mirror with rough surfaces!

Inside the house, she turned around and walked along the corridor and stairs to the first floor.

Woo! In this layer, the cold wind is so cold that people will never stop blowing by the frozen wind, and invisible and transparent figures wandering in every place in a daze and numbness.

Every time Tris, who had lost her invisibility effect, her body temperature would drop a little when she passed through a ghost-like existence. When she finally arrived at the altar, she could no longer help but shivered.

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

This statue of god is the size of a normal adult man's head, and his eyebrows and eyes can only be vaguely contoured, as if he was a beautiful woman.

Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, and it was clear and thick, like poisonous snakes and tentacles.

At the top of each hair, there was an eye, which was closed or opened, densely packed.

There are many puppets piled up around this evil statue, roughly made puppets with names and corresponding information written on them, such as Joyce Meyer.

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

Tris bowed to the statue and recited the mantra quickly.

Then, she pushed away the puppet, pressed the candlelight, and picked up the statue of the god.

Wow!

The wind sounded shrill, and the closed windows shaking violently.

Clang! Crack! The glass was broken, and the cold and restless wind blew in all directions.

Fry, who had just walked around the other side and did not dare to break into the altar recklessly, shivering immediately, feeling that his blood was getting colder and frosted, and felt that his movements were obviously slow.

At this moment, his ankles tightened, as if he was being firmly grasped by something invisible.

A more cold feeling spreads from the contact position. If it were other extraordinary people in the Sequence 9, they would have been paralyzed and stiff, but Fry, as a "corpse collector", is not unfamiliar with similar states.

He turned the muzzle of the revolver and pulled the trigger to the side of his ankle, as if he could see who the enemy was and where he was.

Pong!

A silver demon hunting bullet drilled into the wind, in return for a shrill cry of sorrow.

The invisible shadow dissipated and Fry regained his ability to move freely.

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

Woo! The dark curtain behind the window suddenly raised and enveloped Dunn, like a monster opening its mouth and swallowing its prey.

Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a life-like curtain, wrapping tighter and tighter, outlining his mouth and nose.

When he was about to suffocate, Dunn stepped on his feet, straightened his knees, and turned his back, and even tore the curtain with brute force.

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

Pong!

He raised his hand and shot him, shooting at the half-block that was still trying to cover the window.

The curtain suddenly stopped, and a dark red color quickly emerged.

Wow!

On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was singing poems, was also blown by the cold wind with a strong sense of death, and was rumbling, making a sound, and it was difficult to make a sound for a short time.

At this moment, the dilapidated and messy vines suddenly spread, wrapping up towards his ankles, and a black shadow also hit him in the scattered wind.

Leonard, who was slightly stiff, had no time to shoot, so he had to rush his shoulder and raise his arm.

Puff! The black shadow hit his forearm, letting his spike pierce into the skin.

This is just a delicate, bright red flower, a flower that comes from nowhere.

Leonard shook his pain and threw the flower that had been stained with his own blood aside.

Pong! He shot at the vine that was tangled around and shot out the dark red juice.

Dingdie! Leonard stepped forward and rushed towards the altar on the first floor and towards the broken window.

When he was standing, the vine suddenly shrank away, as if he was avoiding something invisible.

Tris once again completed his invisibility by destroying the altar and interrupting the chaos caused by the ritual. He successfully concealed the spiritual vision, escaped from the siege, and came to the rear of the three night-time people.

As she stretched out her right hand, a cold wind blew by, holding the flower dyed with Leonard's blood into her palm.

Tris stopped no longer, held the flowers, quickly climbed over the iron fence and fled towards the Tassoke River.

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

His face changed a little, and he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves and looked at the wound that had just been pricked by flowers.

With his constitution, there was a slight redness and swelling.

Leonard's expression became heavy, and he suddenly pinched his left index finger and pulled down the nail!

His face was suddenly filled with painful and twisted expressions, but his movements did not stop. While silently chanting something, he used his nails to cut the solidified wound, staining it with dark red blood. Then he pulled out a few strands of hair and wrapped around the nail.

By the Tassok River, Tris slowed down and turned his eyes to the flowers in his hand.

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

The flame wrapped around the flowers and really burned, burning the other party to ashes.

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

Meanwhile, Leonard threw out his nails that were stained with blood, watching it fall into the corner, burning out of thin air, emitting a foul smell of burnt.

The nails, along with their hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dust.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and turned into the first floor through the window, and told Dunn and Fry, who were destroying the altar:

"The target escaped, fortunately, our main purpose has always been to stop the ceremony."

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

"She is very alert and powerful, and noticed our approach in advance, otherwise... she is at least an extraordinary person in Sequence 7."

"Sign up Klein and let him come."

Through brief dream contact, he judged that the enemy was a woman.
Chapter completed!