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Outside the glass window, the garden branches are sturdy, ruined and gloomy, the river is dark and flowing, reflecting a little starlight, and the nearby houses are revealing a warm and warm glow.

Everything is quiet to the extreme, as if to welcome the coming of the night.

The facial features were not exquisite, but Terry, who was beautifully combined, took back her eyes and walked to the coat rack and took off a black robes with hoods.

She quickly put on the item, fastened the button, fastened the belt, turned over the hood, and turned herself into an assassin.

Terry raised her right hand and wiped it in front of her face, suddenly making the face covered by the hood obscured and blurred.

Then she reached out and took a glittering powder from the pocket in her waist and sprinkled it on her body with a spell.

Terry's figure began to disappear in an inch, and the outline lines were like pencils, which were completely erased by the eraser.

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

With a light leap, Terry stood on the window sill, overlooking the lawn behind the small building, overlooking the iron fence almost integrated into the night, overlooking the "collector" Frye who was quietly turning over the wall.

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

Wearing a black trench coat, carrying a special revolver, Frye with high nose and thin lips carefully looked around and looked for possible evil spirits or evil spirits.

He can see these things directly!

Terry quietly approached Frye and walked around his back, not knowing when to add a dagger with a "black paint".

puff!

Her shot was like a quick wind, and she dipped the dagger into Frye's midfield.

But at this time, the anger was broken and the illusion was broken.

Terry found herself standing on the window sill, still looking down at the lawn and looking down at the iron fence.

Just outside the wall, there is no longer just a "collector" Frye, Leonard Mitchell, who is aiming at the window sill, and Dunn Smith, who has his eyes closed, his eyebrows, and his half-bow body closed. The invisible ripples around the night captain seemed to be swaying.

Terry twitched and understood that it was just a dream, I didn’t know when I slept in the past!

Pong! Pong! Pong!

Leonard and Frye fired three shots and accurately hit an invisible goal that seemed to have not been awake from the dream.

Click!

The silhouette of Terry's figure emerged, first cracked, and immediately became a fragment, turning into a rough silver mirror fragment!

Within the house, she used a avatar spell to turn around and walk along the corridor and the stairs until she reached the first floor.

Hey! In this layer, the coldness is so cold that the frozen wind will never stop, and the invisible, transparent figure lingers in every place.

When Tess, who lost her stealth effect, passed through a ghost-like existence, her body temperature dropped a little. When she finally reached the altar, she could not help but shudder.

The altar is a round table with a statue of a white bone carved in the center.

This statue has the size of a normal adult man's head, and the eyebrows have only a vague outline. It seems to be a beautiful woman.

Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, and her roots were clear and thick, like a snake and a tentacle.

And at the top of each hair, there is one more eye, or closed or sputum, dense.

Surrounded by this sinister image, there are numerous puppets, rough puppets, and a name and corresponding information, such as Joyce Mayer.

There are three candles on the round table, and a faint yellow green flame is swaying in the cold and whistling wind.

Terry took a tribute to the god, and quickly chanted the mantra in her mouth.

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

Hey!

The wind screamed fiercely, and the window that was closed tightly shook violently.

Dangdang! Click! One side of the glass is broken, and the wind that is cold and lifeless has blown in all directions.

Just wandering to the other side, did not dare to slam into the altar range of Freyton when he shuddered, only to feel the blood is getting cold, in the frost, I feel that my movements are obviously slow.

At this moment, his ankles were tight, as if he had been firmly grasped by something invisible.

The more chilly feeling spreads from the position of contact, and the other sequence of 9 extraordinary, must be paralyzed and stiff, but Frye as a "collector", is no stranger to a similar state.

He turned the revolver of the revolver and pulled the trigger against the side of the ankle. He seemed to see who the enemy was and where he was.

Pong!

A silver hunter bullet hit the wind and exchanged a sorrowful sorrow.

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

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

Hey! The dark curtain behind the window suddenly rose and shrouded Dunn, just as the monster opened his mouth and swallowed the prey.

Dunn’s head was immediately wrapped in a life-like curtain, and the tighter the wrap, the more the nose and mouth were outlined.

In the state of suffocation, Dunn stepped on his feet, his knees straight, and his back turned, and he broke the curtain by brute force.

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

Pong!

He raised his hand with a shot and shot at the window behind the window and wanted to cover the half curtain.

The curtain instantly stopped, and a deep red rose quickly.

Hey!

On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who is singing poetry, is also stunned by the cold wind that has a strong sense of death. It is so loud that it is difficult to make a sound.

At this moment, the ruinous vines suddenly spread and entangled in his ankles, and a black shadow was also smashed by the raging wind.

Leonard, who had a slightly stiff body, had no time to shoot. He had to rush his shoulders and lift his arms.

puff! The black shadow reached his arm position and let his sharp spikes get into the skin.

This is just a delicate, bright red flower, I don't know where to come from.

Leonard took a sigh of relief and took this flower, which had been stained with his own blood, aside.

Pong! He fired a shot at the vine that had been entangled and shot a dark red juice.

Hey! Leonard took a step and rushed to the altar on the first floor, rushing to the broken window.

And when he was standing, the vines suddenly shrunk away and seemed to be avoiding something intangible.

With the chaos of destroying the altar and interrupting the ceremony, Terry completed the stealth again and succeeded in passing through the enlightenment and left the encirclement to the back of the three nights.

Her right hand stretched out, and a cold wind blew through it, holding the flower that had been dyed with Leonard's blood into her palm.

Terry did not stop, holding flowers, swiftly turned over the iron fence and fled towards the Tsock River.

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

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

With his physique, there has been no bleeding, only a little redness.

Leonard's expression sank, slamming the index finger of his left hand, and pulling the nail off hard!

His face was filled with pain and distorted look, but the movement did not stop, and while he was thinking about something, he used his nails to open a solid wound, stained it with dark red blood, and then pulled off a few hairs. , entangled the nails.

On the banks of the Tsock River, Terry slowed her feet and turned her eyes to the flowers in her hands.

Her mouth muttered something, and the palm of her heart burst into a black, illusory flame.

This flame wraps the flowers and really burns up, burning the other side into ashes.

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

At the same time, Leonard threw a nail wrapped around the hair with blood, and watched it fall to the corner, burning out of the air, giving off a stench of burnt smell.

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

Leonard sighed and turned from the window to the first floor, to Dunn and Frye, who were destroying the altar:

"The goal has escaped. Fortunately, our main purpose has always been to stop the ceremony."

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

"She is very vigilant and very powerful. She noticed our proximity in advance, otherwise... she is at least the extraordinary person of Sequence 7."

"Give Klein a signal, let him come."

Through a brief dream encounter, he judges that the enemy is a woman.

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