Xueman's pupils dilated, and she struggled again, but she couldn't get rid of the restraint no matter what.

She tried her best again and again, and started again and again, like a flood in a silent warehouse rising centimeter by centimeter.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the warehouse opened back with a bang, hitting the walls on both sides.

A figure staggered in, it was the middle-aged Viscount Stratford.

He didn't go out as usual, wearing a white wig, revealing a higher hairline and quite messy black hair, the latter was glued together, as if soaked by the rainstorm, and dried a little, but For several hours before, the clouds were thin, the red moon hung in the sky, and there was no rain at all.

On Viscount Stratford's face, drops of sweat were sliding down the stiff lines to his neck, and there seemed to be countless thin black lines flowing under the skin.

His body was slightly bent, his facial muscles were distorted, and his eyes were full of pain and worry.

Looking around and seeing Xueman, he was overjoyed at first, then became anxious, and rushed over with some difficulty in keeping his balance.

When Xueman saw him enter the warehouse, his face suddenly became vivid, as if covered with a layer of light.

She immediately showed a mixed expression of worry and fear, and tried to shake her head like crazy, but her neck was firmly fixed by the spider silk, and she couldn't turn it no matter what.

She became more and more anxious, so that tears overflowed from her eyes, one drop after another, crystal clear and fragile.

Seeing that Viscount Stratford was about to rush to her, there was a sudden loud bang between the two.

There seemed to be an invisible wall separating Viscount Stratford and Sherman, which was insurmountable.

"If you want to lift the curse and take her away, then answer my question without any concealment." At this time, a figure was quickly outlined in the corner of the warehouse.

Her facial features have their own charms, and they are extremely sweet when combined, as if the lover every man fantasizes about when he was a teenager is none other than Triss the Witch.

Without waiting for Viscount Stratford to respond, she directly raised her right hand, causing a dark flame to burst out.

All the exposed skin on Viscount Stratford's face, hands, and neck suddenly became transparent, revealing blood vessels one after another.

And in each blood vessel, black flames burn quietly and flow silently.

The pain in Viscount Stratford's eyes reached its peak at this moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

His expression became extremely cold, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes, as if the one who was cursed was not himself, but Triss, who was separated by a long distance.

A large amount of black flame suddenly rose around Triss in the corner of the warehouse, illuminating dense invisible spider threads, but they couldn't be ignited.

In an instant, Triss, like Xueman, was "sealed" in the transparent "cocoon", unable to move or escape.

At the position of the air vent at the top of the warehouse, another figure was outlined. This is a lady of indeterminate age, wearing a simple and holy white robe, black hair and blue eyes, clear and beautiful, with an indescribable charm .

"Caterina Pellet..." Triss finally called out a name in a low voice, as if exhausting all her strength.

At this time, Viscount Stratford scratched himself, and pulled out an illusory puppet tightly entwined with black filaments.

He glanced at Xueman beside him, turned to Triss with a smile

"I'm never careless about life-related matters. After Sykes died, I knew that one day it would be my turn.

"Hehe, you are hunting me, so of course there are others who want to hunt you. We are very patient. We were afraid to scare you away, so we did nothing and waited until today.

"Also, your gift is very nice."

Hearing Viscount Stratford's words, Xueman, who was still struggling habitually, stopped all movements at once, with an unprecedentedly dull expression. JrNovels.com