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One face is charming and alluring, the other delicate and lovely; both are enough to arouse the protective instincts of any normal man.

The monsters seemed to have inherited the light and airy nature of balloons, moving extremely fast. Even though the mother tried her best to pull her child away, they were about to be caught.

"Ouch!" The girl panicked and kicked a fire hydrant on the side of the road. Her small body fell and rolled a few times, landing right under the streetlight where Zhu Mingyao was standing. Her smooth golden hair was covered in dust, and one of her leather shoes flew off, revealing her snow-white stockings. With her tearful little face, she was extremely pitiful.

Seeing its prey stop, the balloon-shaped monster dog suddenly leaped up and opened its mouth to bite her fiercely!

"No!" The older woman rushed over as if possessed and hugged her daughter tightly in her arms.

A brilliant sword light descended from the sky, and with a flick of its wrist, it effortlessly blasted several demonic hounds into countless fragments. The black-haired youth arrived gracefully, and with a gentlemanly and gentle demeanor, he reached out to help the mother and daughter up.

Seemingly still shaken, the two were visibly stunned by their sudden savior. After catching their breath, the woman tremblingly raised her delicate hand and grasped his kindness, her voice filled with relief.

"Thank you... thank you so much, I never expected... I never expected..."

"Tsk tsk..." Feeling the warm, soft touch on his wrist, Zhu Mingyao let out a sound of admiration that was hard to decipher, and asked with a smile:

"Beautiful lady, what are you saying you didn't expect?"

The rescued person did not keep him waiting long and immediately answered his question with action.

"...I didn't expect it to go so smoothly!" The charming voice turned into a shrewd, wire-like laugh halfway through.

Four shadow blades, imbued with corrosive magic, pierced Zhu Mingyao's chest with a vicious laugh, penetrating directly into his back.

Zhu Mingyao glanced down at the sharp blades that had transformed from the four slender hands, but showed no anger. He simply smiled faintly with a calm expression.

"Indeed...indeed, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly!"

As he spoke, a slender, silvery-white light flashed by, so fast and so pale that it seemed like a phantom.

However, the sudden, shrill screams and flowing dark green liquid in the void indicated that it was not just an illusion.

Chapter 284 Halloween Night of Horror 7

The beautiful mother and daughter, their faces contorted into a sinister grin, the surging, fleeing crowd, the monster that suddenly appeared, and the entire brightly lit street—all these elements, like a scroll, were suddenly lifted up and vanished in the blink of an eye, revealing the true scene beneath.

Before him lay a secluded little park on a street corner, its ground covered in green grass and surrounded by shrubs. Zhu Mingyao stared coldly at the short figure pinned to a large pine tree by the sword light.

Countless tiny runes, resembling worms, were coiled around his fingertips. Crawling on a piece of brownish-green cloth, they twitched slightly towards the enemy. He chuckled coldly.

"You were chased and attacked by the ghost soldiers last time, and you already left a trace. How dare you try the same trick in front of me? You little green-hatted elf, do you really think no one can tell your origin?"

Although the streetlights were dim, with Zhu Mingyao's sharp eyesight, it was no different from daytime. He immediately recognized the enemy's appearance, confirming his suspicions.

The figure restrained by his magic was less than a meter tall from head to toe. He wore a miniature top hat, an old-fashioned brown-green suit, and a bulging leather bag at his waist, revealing several gold necklaces and gemstone pendants. He had brown eyes, large ears, a pointed nose, and gray-black, wrinkled skin that resembled pieces of dry tree bark. A few sparse, dark red whiskers adorned his chin. He was one of the classic figures from the myths and legends of the Old Continent.

—The Irish leprechaun!

Compared to human flesh and blood, this creature prefers to collect all kinds of precious gold and silver jewelry. Among the many suspicious cases reported by the authorities recently, there are related mysterious thefts.

This is an unusual dark monster. As a creature born from the myriad phenomena of nature, it can naturally blend into its surroundings. Its innate talent for illusion magic is also unique, completely different from any spellcasting system created by humans. So, even though the two sides are quite different in strength, Zhu Mingyao can still be quietly drawn into it.

At this moment, it was desperately scratching at the tangible silver light on its chest with its two furry, sharp claws. Dark green blood, like sludge from the bottom of a pool, gushed out from the wound.

The elf's palms were slashed with blood by the sword energy, yet he still refused to give up: "How is that possible! Even with the fragments of clothing as a medium, you couldn't have detected my presence so easily!"

"The reason is simple: your illusion has a huge flaw," Zhu Mingyao said with a slight smirk.

...Killing the monster and getting no reward at all, even a ghost knows it's a scam!

"How could there be a loophole? The illusion is created to capture your subconscious; it should be one of the scenes you most desire. There couldn't be a loophole..." the dwarf roared in frustration.

"Hey! Shut up!" Zhu Mingyao's smiling expression suddenly froze. He quickly interrupted the other person, shrinking his neck and secretly glancing around to make sure no one was around. Then, he straightened his back and righteously rebuked:

"Damn you monster, I was planning to spare your life out of consideration for the rarity of your race and in accordance with the principle of protecting rare species. I'll grant you a lifelong contract as a gesture of leniency..." He pointed his peachwood staff, his face radiant and solemn.

"Who would have thought you would dare to spout such nonsense and slander my XP... cough cough, my reputation! I have no choice but to kill you to eliminate evil completely!"

While spouting nonsense, Zhu Mingyao didn't wait for the enemy to beg for mercy. He grabbed a small straw doll, slapped it upwards with the brownish-green scraps of cloth, and pointed it as a sword, slashing it viciously.

"The Seven Stars have declared their demise; their souls and spirits shall be exterminated, as my decree commands!"

A tiny glimmer of starlight.

A ghostly blue flame rose from the elf's body, and amidst its screams, its body slowly melted like a candle, gradually turning into a mass of grayish-green gel.

In a daze, a strange force tore through the air, and a vicious and hideous face suddenly appeared on the gray-green gelatinous surface, flying into the sky.

Whoosh! Just as it was about to escape, a bolt of golden-red lightning struck down, slamming it back into the Soul Refining Yin Fire.

However, Zhu Mingyao, who was prepared, bit his tongue painfully and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

They fled again, only to be met with renewed thunder and fire!

After repeated attempts, the battered and bruised face finally vanished in despair, leaving behind only a four-leaf clover, as clear and green as jade.

"Slayed the illusionist of the [Terror Circus], the mischievous Dick, and gained reward points..."

Upon receiving the system notification, Zhu Mingyao, who had risked self-harm to break the enemy's soul-binding technique, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bent down to pick up the spoils, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hmph! What's a little loss of energy compared to preserving my lifelong reputation!

From now on, I must remember to always use relevant spells to protect my mind. Personal information security is really important!

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"Have some candy! Have some candy! Enjoy the sweets to your heart's content on Halloween night!"

The orange-yellow sugar cubes, exuding a sweet honey aroma, scattered everywhere, attracting a swarm of people who had been staring blankly at the street. They scrambled and fought over them, with some unlucky losers getting beaten bloody.

Those who successfully ate the spoils suffered an even more tragic fate; after swallowing a piece of candy, they immediately vomited blood, clearly having suffered severe damage to their stomach and intestines from something sharp.

The black man in the brown-collared wool coat laughed cruelly, and with a powerful swing of the huge iron hook that replaced his right hand, he tore open the throat of a superhuman agent. Blood splattered, and his figure suddenly disappeared. In an instant, he darted out from a wide-angle mirror by the roadside, leaving a long wound on the thigh of another superhuman.

The man beside him had dark red skin and wore brightly colored cloth clothes. He played eerie music on his flute, manipulating hundreds of tourists to form a human wall to protect himself and his accomplices.

Despite the large number of officials and civilians who came to besiege the enemy, including some skilled fighters, they not only failed to achieve any significant results but were also firmly suppressed by the enemy's formidable strength and shameless hostage shield.

Thick, cloudy syrup suddenly surged up, forming a barrier that successfully blocked several sniper bullets. It then quickly hardened and disintegrated into numerous sharp, knife-like fragments, leaving the attackers who were trying to approach bleeding profusely and writhing in pain on the ground.

A mirror-like leap appeared before him, and the black man raised his right iron hook, about to reap the lives, when suddenly his heart trembled and a secret message came through.

"That stupid dwarf!" he cursed bitterly, his expression flashing rapidly through his eyes with anger, hatred, and fear.

With a swift movement, abandoning the pursuit of the wounded, the black man teleported back to the side of the flowery-clothed piper, nervously gritting his teeth as he said:

"We've created enough fear and chaos. Let's prepare to evacuate."

The piper turned his bright red eyes and glanced at him with surprise, his lips still pressed tightly against the flute, his thoughts vibrating through the air to express his dissent.

"The commander hasn't given any orders to retreat. Do you want to be punished?"

The tall black man's face contorted, as if recalling the leader's cruel methods, before he made a difficult decision.

"Being punished is better than dying. The dwarf elf has already been killed by that powerful guy, and his soul couldn't even return to the circus!"

In the midst of the argument, a whirlwind of fire and smoke swept through the air, and the black man with the iron hook suddenly realized that he had found a scapegoat.

"He's that woman's subordinate. Tell him to lure these people to the amusement park and fight the [Puppet Master] and [Toy Maker]!"

Chapter 285 Halloween Night of Horror 8

Whether human or not, intelligent beings, no matter how strictly they are managed, will inevitably have their own agendas once they are deployed.

On the battlefield in the city, a certain Brother Ni's trick of shifting blame and shirking responsibility might normally be met with immediate reprimand, but at this moment, his superior had no time to pay attention to such a trivial matter.

In the quiet villa area on the outskirts of the city, the golden web of intrigue at the Witch Manor has now intensified by more than tenfold compared to when it first appeared.

An endless array of mysterious runes, large or small, flat or round, holy and bright or gloomy and dark, constantly break and recombine, creating tiny, dark cracks that occasionally reveal glimpses of what lies hidden behind them.

In the bright hall, her hair was piled high; in the dimly lit secret room, her robes hung low.

The once impenetrable spatial barrier has revealed a rare flaw, suggesting that one could easily slip inside to explore its mysteries.

The cracks were like pearly bubbles lapping against the shore at dawn, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Therefore, the owners of the manor did not consider this problem to be a significant breach in their defenses.

To infiltrate in such a rapidly changing situation, one would need to be a witch master who knows this place like the back of her hand.

In this world, there is only one person who meets both of these conditions.

—Fiona, the contemporary Supreme Witch, presiding over the ceremony.

Everyone in the sorority is very confident about this...

"...So you understand now? You don't need to put on a serious face like you're taking an exam. Let's keep chatting. I'm almost bored to sleep."

Inside a basement, Madison sat cross-legged amidst a magic circle cast from various strange metals, his hands on the ground, idly channeling his magic while spreading rumors he had heard.

“I know that’s how it is…” Zoe glanced at the ceiling and whispered, “What if the president and the others see this? It’s my first time being in charge of an important task, so I should at least show some enthusiasm.”

"You're overthinking it. For the sake of secrecy, the president is operating the Lock Core alone in the central hub. How could he have time to pay attention to what's happening outside?"

Even though she pretended not to care, the blonde witch still straightened her posture somewhat guiltily and carefully checked the magic circle nodes around her.

The invisible and intangible surging energy continues to flow in the void, passing through pipelines that resemble highways...

Yes, no problem at all!

However, at that moment, the girl did not notice that right under her nose, within the vast expanse of golden silk, two tiny specks of light, as faint as dust, were quietly moving through.

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Unlike the description in a certain famous children's fantasy novel, the headmaster's office of the witch school is not located in a high tower, but deep underground.

But most people, including ordinary insiders, are unaware that it is just an illusion.

In the void, the white air currents rolled and changed unpredictably, with only dense colored patterns extending from all directions, barely outlining the shape of a room.

The colorful patterns converged from the depths of the void, eventually connecting and gathering into a fist-sized ball of strange light.

The tall woman reached out and gently plucked the strange light, placing it back on a half-person-high white marble table in front of her. Her chest heaved violently as she took a few deep breaths.

A few strands of silver hair appeared on her cloud-like hair, and fine wrinkles appeared on the smooth, jade-like skin at the corners of her eyes.

The massive magic array was rearranged and laid out, and the numerous spirits bound within it were branded again to prevent them from developing any disloyalty. Such a heavy task weighed on one person's shoulders, and even with her strength, she felt somewhat strained.

Fortunately, it was almost over. Fiona brushed her cheeks with both hands, and the signs of aging that had appeared due to excessive mana depletion quickly returned to normal.

It's exhausting... If I could advance again, perhaps I'd be able to control it more easily. I wonder if I'll find the right opportunity next time I enter Teotihuacan...