Outside the glass window, the garden was overgrown with vines. It was dilapidated and gloomy. The river flowed darkly, reflecting the starlight. The houses nearby emitted a warm and cozy glow.
Everything was extremely quiet, as if they were welcoming the arrival of night.
Trissy, whose facial features weren't considered exquisite, but when put together, they were abnormally beautiful. She retracted her gaze and quickly walked to the clothes rack. She took down a hooded black robe.
She quickly put on the robe, buttoned it up, tightened her belt, and flipped over the hood, turning herself into an assassin.
Trissy raised her right hand and wiped it across her face. Immediately, her face under the hood turned hazy and blurry.
Following that, she reached into a secret pocket at her waist and took out a glowing powder. She sprinkled it on herself while chanting an incantation.
Trissy's figure began to disappear inch by inch. Her silhouette was like a pencil drawing that was completely erased by an eraser.
After completing her invisibility, she silently left the bedroom and went to the opposite room. She pushed open the unprotected window.
With a light leap, Trissy stood on the windowsill and looked down at the lawn behind the building. She looked down at the iron fence that had almost blended into the night. She looked down at Corpse Collector Frye, who was silently climbing over the fence.
She took a deep breath and dropped down like a feather, landing on the lawn without a sound.
Frye, who was wearing a black trench coat and holding a custom-made revolver, looked around cautiously, searching for any vengeful spirits or evil spirits that might appear.
He could see these things directly!
Trissy approached Frye silently and circled behind him. At some point in time, a dagger that was painted black appeared in her hand.
Poof!
She moved as fast as the wind, stabbing the dagger into Frye's lower back.
But at this moment, the scene in front of her suddenly shattered, shattering like an illusion.
Trissy realized that she was still standing on the windowsill. She was still looking down at the lawn and the iron fence.
But outside the fence, it wasn't just Corpse Collector Frye. There was also Leonard Mitchell, who was aiming at the windowsill. There was also Dunn Smith, who had his eyes closed and was pressing down on his glabella. There seemed to be invisible ripples spreading around the captain of the Nighthawks.
Trissy's pupils constricted. She knew that it was just a dream. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed to be still in a dream.
Crack!
The outline of Trissy's figure appeared. She first cracked before turning into fragments that resembled the coarse surface of a silver mirror!
Inside the house, she turned around and scurried along the corridor and stairs until she reached the first floor.
Wu! In this level, the cold wind that could freeze people blew endlessly. Invisible, transparent figures wandered around in every place in a daze and numb manner.
Having lost her invisibility, Trissy's body temperature dropped a little every time she passed through a ghost-like existence. When she finally reached the altar, she couldn't help but shiver.
The altar was a round table, and in the center was a statue of a god carved from white bones.
This statue was about the size of a normal adult male's head, and its eyebrows and eyes could only be vaguely seen. It seemed to be a beautiful woman.
Her hair extended from her head all the way to her ankles. Each strand was clear and thick, like a venomous snake with tentacles.
At the top of each strand of hair, there was an eye. It was either closed or open, densely packed together.
Around this evil statue were many puppets. The puppets were crudely made, with names and corresponding information written on them. For example, Joyce Mayer.
There were three candles on the round table, flickering in the cold and gloomy wind with a hint of greenish yellow flames.
Trissy bowed to the statue and quickly recited an incantation.
Then, she pushed the puppets away, extinguished the candles, and picked up the statue.
Wu!
The wind howled shrilly, causing the tightly shut windows to shake violently.
Clang! Crack! Glass shattered one after another, and the cold and lifeless wind blew in all directions.
Frye, who had just circled to the other side and didn't dare to recklessly barge into the altar, shivered. He felt his blood turn cold and frost form. He felt his movements slow down.
At that moment, he felt his ankle tighten, as though something invisible had gripped it tightly.
An even colder feeling spread from the point of contact. If it were any other Sequence 9 Beyonder, they would definitely be numb and stiff. But as a Corpse Collector, Frye was no stranger to such a state.
He turned the revolver and pulled the trigger at the side of his ankle, as though he could see who his enemy was and where he was.
Bang!
A silver demon hunting bullet flew into the wind, and in return, a mournful wail was heard.
The invisible shadow dissipated, and Frye regained his ability to move freely.
On the other side, Dunn Smith, who had wanted to climb to the second floor to avoid the altar, was similarly frozen by the expanding cold wind. He stopped outside the broken window.
Wu! The dark-colored curtain behind the window suddenly rose, enveloping Dunn like a monster opening its mouth to devour its prey.
Dunn's head was immediately wrapped by the curtain that seemed to have gained life. It became tighter and tighter, outlining his mouth and nose.
Just as he was about to suffocate, Dunn stomped his feet, straightened his knees, twisted his waist, and tore the curtain apart with brute force.
He used his left hand to grab a corner of the curtain that was wrapped around his head, pulled it down, and threw it to the ground.
Bang!
He raised his hand and fired, shooting at the curtain that was still trying to envelop him.
The curtain instantly stopped moving, and a dark red color quickly seeped out.
Wu!
On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was reciting a poem, was also struck by the cold wind that contained a strong aura of death. His teeth chattered, and he couldn't make a sound for a moment.
At that moment, the messy vines suddenly spread out and wrapped around his ankle. A black shadow came crashing over with the help of the strong wind.
The slightly stiff Leonard didn't have time to fire. All he could do was hurriedly pull his shoulder and raise his arm.
Poof! The black shadow smashed into his forearm, causing its spikes to stab into his skin.
It was only a delicate, scarlet flower, from who-knows-where.
Leonard flung the flower that was stained with his blood to the side in pain.
Bang! He fired at the vines that were wrapping around him, causing dark red juice to spurt out. Thud!
Thud! Thud! Leonard took a step forward and rushed towards the altar on the first floor, towards the shattered window.
The vines suddenly retracted from where he was standing, as if they were avoiding something invisible.
Trissy used the chaos caused by the destruction of the altar and the disruption of the ritual to complete her invisibility once again. She successfully evaded the Spirit Vision and escaped the encirclement, arriving behind the three Nighthawks.
She extended her right hand, and immediately, a cold wind blew past, carrying the flower that was stained with Leonard's blood into her palm.
Trissy didn't stay any longer. With the flower in hand, she nimbly climbed over the metal fence and fled towards the Tussock River.
At that moment, Leonard, who was just about to enter the first floor, suddenly turned his head, as if he was listening to something.
His expression changed as he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves and looked at the wound that had been caused by the flower.
With his physique, the wound had already stopped bleeding. It was only slightly red and swollen.
Leonard's expression sank as he suddenly pinched his left index finger and pulled out his fingernail!
His face immediately contorted in pain, but he didn't stop moving. As he chanted, he used his fingernail to cut open the clotted wound, staining it with dark red blood. Then, he pulled out a few strands of hair and wrapped them around the fingernail.
By the Tussock River, Trissy slowed down and cast her gaze at the flower in her hand.
She muttered something, and a black, illusory flame suddenly appeared in her palm.
The flames engulfed the flower and burned it to ashes.
After doing all of this, Trissy stepped into the river and sank into the water.
At the same time, Leonard threw out the blood-stained fingernail that was wrapped around his hair. He watched it land in a corner and burn in midair, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
The fingernail, along with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving behind only a speck of dust.
Leonard heaved a sigh of relief and flipped into the first floor through the window. He said to Dunn and Frye, who were destroying the altar, "The target has escaped.
"The target has escaped. Fortunately, our main goal has always been to stop the ritual."
Dunn sighed and looked at the puppets on the round table.
"She's very vigilant and very powerful. She sensed our approach ahead of time. Otherwise … she's at least a Sequence 7 Beyonder."
"Give Klein a signal and get him to come over."
"Give Klein a signal and get him to come over."
Through the brief contact in the dream, he determined that the enemy was a woman.
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