She shot like a swift wind, stabbing the dagger into Frye's back.

But at this moment, what she saw suddenly shattered, shattered like a hallucination.

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

It's just that outside the fence, there is no longer only "Corpse Collector" Frye, but also Leonard Mitchell aiming at the window sill, and Dunn Smith with his eyes closed, pressing between his eyebrows, and half-arched body, Around this Nighthawk captain, there seemed to be circle after circle of invisible ripples swaying.

Triss' pupils shrank, realizing that it was just a dream, and she fell asleep at some point!

pong! pong! pong!

Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed to be still awake from the dream.

Click!

The outline of Triss' figure emerged, first cracked, and then turned into fragments, turning into rough silver mirror fragments!

Inside the house, she turned around and sprinted after using the substitute spell, along the corridors and stairs, until she reached the first floor.

Woo! In this layer, the wind blows so coldly that people will be frozen forever, and invisible and transparent figures wander in every place blankly and numbly.

Triss, who had lost her invisibility effect, would lose her body temperature every time she passed through such a ghost-like existence. When she finally reached the altar, she was shivering uncontrollably.

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

This statue is the size of a normal adult man's head, with only vague outlines of eyebrows and eyes, it seems to be a beautiful woman.

Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, each root was clear and thick, like a poisonous snake with tentacles.

And on the top of each hair, there is also an eye, which may be closed or opened, densely packed.

There are many puppets piled up messily around this strange god statue, rough puppets with names and corresponding information written on them, for example, Joyce Meyer.

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

Triss bowed to the statue, and quickly recited the mantra.

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

Woo!

The wind was shrill, and the closed windows shook violently.

bang! Click! One side of the glass was shattered, and the cold and lifeless wind blew in all directions.

Just rounded to the other side, Frye, who didn't dare to recklessly break into the range of the altar, shuddered. He felt that his blood was getting colder and frost was forming, and he felt that his movements were obviously sluggish.

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

A colder feeling spread upwards from the point of contact. If it was another Sequence 9 Extraordinary, it must have been paralyzed and stiff, but as a "corpse collector", Frye was no stranger to a similar state.

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

pong!

A silver demon hunting bullet pierced into the wind, in exchange for a mournful cry.

The invisible shadow dissipated, and Frye regained the ability to move freely. JrNovels.com