The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

When it opened its eyes again, those clear, chestnut-gray eyes had turned into pitch-black abysses, from which deep, oily, putrid blood slowly oozed.

……

For some reason, the closer Haida got to the front hall of the mansion, the more uneasy she felt.

Her psychic awareness was clearly still in the recovery phase after its decline and could not provide any useful information. But a sense of anxiety seemed to arise from within her, silently warning her.

Finally, Heda and Flamel passed through the last corridor and arrived at the main hall of the mansion.

Just a short walk further and you could leave this eerily deserted mansion. But just then, methodical footsteps echoed down the spiral staircase to one side of the main hall…

Is it a monster here? No, that's not right...

This wasn't the dull thud of a malevolent body pressing down on the floor, but rather the crisp sound of leather boots stomping. And just by listening, it sounded somewhat similar to the style of a hunter…

It seems self-evident who the visitor is.

"Flamel, hold me tighter."

海妲在少女耳1边轻而短促0的留下0一句低语，7继而将其揽入6怀中，9开始快速1穿越4正厅。3▲＼6,§

"Well!"

Before Flamel could express his dissatisfaction, he felt the scenery around him begin to change in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the two had arrived in the center of the main hall. The nun's movements were so fast that they looked like a slow-motion shot with frames stopped.

However, the girl wasn't angry this time, mainly because Haida had strictly followed her previous advice to "tell me in advance next time"... although it really was only once, she did remind her.

"Trying to run away...?"

A cold male voice sounded behind Haida, seemingly only a step away, within arm's reach.

Unbeknownst to them, Yaheng had already placed the decapitation throne before the nun's neck. It seemed he was about to use her immense momentum to rip her head off.

Heda clicked her tongue and stomped her foot heavily on the floor, forcefully stopping her forward momentum. She then rolled backward, narrowly avoiding the massive scythe formed from shadow.

"Why aren't you running away? You filthy creatures spreading plague. I will slaughter your apostles, topple your towers, and crush your crowns... I will wash away all this decay with your deaths..."

The "chief hunter" was behaving very strangely.

His limbs were stiff and uncoordinated, like a puppet on strings. His speech was devoid of any rationality, as if he had completely fallen into madness.

Flamel buried her head deeply in Heda's neck, timid and her body trembling slightly.

It was only then that Haida realized that this clever and somewhat quirky girl... could also feel fear.

Yaheng narrowed his dark eyes, which were already brimming with blood, and still noticed Flamel.

Nine: "It's you!?"

His madness seemed to be ignited, completely burning away what little reason he had left.

"The witch of the plague... the culprit who brought the crown... you killed her... no!... it was you!"

The chief hunter, now completely out of control, muttered incoherently, the dark shadow of the executioner's throne merging into his body. Twelve jet-black vertebrae pierced his back like spread raven wings.

4. Haida has seen this state before.

In the future Norrington, the "self" who was corrupted to the point of near-corruption by the god "Six-Eyed Raven" is almost identical to Aheng at this moment.

Third, given the unclear situation, it is clearly irrational to engage in such a deadly battle with a slim chance of victory.

She bit her lip lightly and made a decision in a moment.

Five, disengage!

While the "Chief Hunter" was still in a daze of distortion and corruption, Haida, carrying Flamel, ran towards the main entrance of the hall once again.

Closer! The mansion's doors are right in front of me, just three steps away...

But wouldn't it be too arrogant to leave his back to that infamous chief hunter?

A black bone vertebra suddenly pierced through Haida's shoulder blade, pinning her heavily to the ground. She seemed prepared to pay the price, severing the black bone vertebra along with the flesh of her shoulder blade with a single stroke.

Two steps.

Yaheng spun the huge, almost bloated shadow scythe in his hand.

step.

The sickle was thrown.

Almost simultaneously with being struck in the back by the Throne of the Head, Heda, carrying Flamel, flew through the glass doors of the main hall. Sparkling shards flew everywhere, scattering across the floor.

"Cough, cough..."

Haida landed in the alley outside the door, crashing heavily onto the ground made of steel mesh.

The scythe vanished the moment it left the mansion, and the chief hunter's crazed figure disappeared as well, as if it had never existed.

Only the gruesome wounds on the nun's shoulders and back, still gushing blood, silently testified... that everything before was no illusion.

"Cough, did you damage your lungs?"

Heda gently touched the wound on her back; the Decapitation Throne had indeed cut through the flesh and part of the ribcage. A little deeper and the soft internal organs would have been pulverized.

The sickle disappeared the instant he left the mansion's grounds... otherwise, he would probably have been pierced through the chest by the sickle.

Haida felt her consciousness beginning to blur due to excessive blood loss.

Originally, the overload of spiritual awareness was merely a mental trauma, which she could barely withstand with her strong body. But now, her body is also nearing its limit.

She leaned against the wall and looked around. Fortunately, there seemed to be no wandering evil spirits nearby.

"French two ± Si 〇 泀※〖three ∑, ○◆ soo ∥ ∽: Lamell, do you know how to use a gun?"

"Won't……"

The girl leaned awkwardly against Haida.

"Disengage the safety, hold the gun with both hands. Keep your eyes, the crosshair, and the target in a straight line. Wait until the target is close enough before pulling the trigger... It doesn't need to be perfect, just hit the target."

Haida took her hand, handed her his usual sidearm, and then began to instruct her on how to use it.

After completing all of this, she slowly and wearily closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

-

soup!

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Return of the Traveler in the Snow [The Hill of Silence]

As drowsiness and delirium deepened, and with both her physical body and intellect weakening, Haida's vision was plunged into a lightless darkness.

Was it wise to hand the weapons to Flamel? Could he wake up after falling into a deep sleep? What exactly is Dr. Fran's current condition?

All questions, too, fell into silence as consciousness sank.

……

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a few coughs tinged with blood, Haida slowly awoke from her dormant state.

She raised her hand and gently touched her forehead, trying to dispel the groggy feeling in her mind.

My physical strength and mental awareness have partially recovered, and the bleeding has stopped. Looks like I'm in luck...

To put it simply, losing consciousness in such a dangerous environment would most likely result in being dismembered and devoured by evil beings in one's sleep. The fact that she is still alive is undoubtedly the best-case scenario.

Haida turned to look at her shoulder, the spot where "Yaheng" had pierced her with his vertebrae.

The gruesome penetrating wound on his shoulder blade had been bandaged with white cotton strips, and the gash left on his back by the decapitated throne had also been covered with a layer of clothing.

Although she has a strong self-healing ability, she was able to recover so quickly only because of the treatment of her external injuries.

Haida habitually glanced at her surroundings.

As expected, his position hadn't moved; he remained in the alleyway outside the Zero Mansion.

Clearly, Flamel couldn't possibly lift herself. Even ignoring the heavy armor she was armed to the teeth and the power sword that was almost as tall as her... her sheer weight was something a little girl like her couldn't handle.

Flamel, who was standing next to her, saw Heida open her eyes and asked her with some concern.

"Sister Haida, you're awake? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"It's much better now, thank you for bandaging it."

Haida tentatively moved her injured shoulder blade, experiencing a stinging pain and feeling somewhat weak. However, the wound had begun to scab over, indicating that it had healed to a certain extent.

But... where did the cloth used for bandaging come from?

The nun looked at Flamel and noticed that the hem of her white straitjacket was much shorter than expected, revealing her slender legs with some scars.

There were signs that my folding knife had been removed, probably because it was used to cut fabric... The answer is obvious.

She kept relying on herself because she wanted to keep warm after her clothes became too short.

“Let’s go, Flamel, we’re going to the second building now.”

Once she regained her mobility, Haida needed to set off immediately. Her supplies were limited, and sluggish movement would only make her situation more dangerous. Speed ​​was of the essence; delay would only lead to unforeseen consequences.

“Okay.” Flamel was somewhat surprised by the nun’s speed of recovery, but still obediently agreed.

The two walked through the alley for a while when suddenly, Haida smelled a faint scent of blood very close by.

The place was littered with corpses and rotting blood, so it wouldn't be surprising to smell blood. But the smell had a strange freshness to it, and it was right beside me, lingering around my nose for a long time.

"Flameme Yu. ℃Hanˇ×:旿、琪∫〕Liucan÷Sisi2, are you injured?"

Haida stopped and looked at the girl beside her.

“…Well, a little bit.” Flamel admitted this with a hint of embarrassment.

Heda examined her body but found no obvious external injuries. However, she quickly followed the scent of blood to find the source of the wound... the girl's feet.

Flamel had been barefoot since he appeared, wearing only a thin straitjacket.

The shards of glass that Heda left when she smashed the glass door of the mansion's main hall had now embedded themselves into the still-tender skin of the girl's feet as she walked. Looking back, one could even see the faint footprints left by her blood.

Heda bent down and lifted Flamel's leg to examine the wounds on her foot. Most were wounds with embedded shards of glass, covered with a mixture of ash and clotted blood.

"why did not you tell me?"

"Sister Haida seems very worried about her friend... I don't want to delay your business."

Flamel sat against the wall with her eyes lowered, undergoing the nun's examination. Her insensitivity to pain seemed to mirror that of Dr. Fran.

Haida pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.

While I am indeed somewhat worried about Dr. Fran's current situation... based on the available clues, you seem to be her. Only your "status" is somewhat different.

"Let's clean the wound first, I'll carry you for the rest of the journey."

As she spoke, Haida took out a vial of clean water and alcohol solution from her storage bag. She began cleaning the wound on the sole of her foot and removing the glass shards embedded in her skin.

Although his movements were not as fluid and precise as Dr. Fran's, they were at least methodical and showed considerable experience.

Every time Heda used the tip of her folding knife to pick out the shards and glass filaments from the wound, she could clearly feel Flamel's body trembling slightly. This made her wonder... could a young girl even feel pain normally?

Soon, the wound cleaning was completed. Flamel's feet were no longer stained with dust and blood, and a thin bandage was wrapped around them.

Haida picked her up and carried her along the dark alleyway toward the second building. 7

……

Flamel, nestled in the nun's arms, looked listless, a hint of languid weariness in her eyes. Aside from providing necessary directions, she mostly dozed off with her eyes closed.

This does align with the characteristic of young children who sleep a lot and are easily sleepy.

Along the way, only a few evil creatures wandered aimlessly, and Haida carefully avoided them, preventing any further encounters. IV

Without a doubt, these monsters were lucky. 4

If it weren't for the fact that she was holding the drowsy Flamel and couldn't easily take action, Heda wouldn't mind dealing with all the filthy evil spirits in sight.

Maintaining the hunter's lurking and concealment, Haida traversed the intricate alleyways and arrived in front of the second building.

Compared to the first ornately decorated mansion, the second building resembled a simple house. The tiles were uneven, the walls were slightly yellow, and the main entrance was even less spacious than the back door of the mansion.

But for some reason... this place gives people a strange sense of closeness.

It's like a traditional rural house with smoke rising from the chimney, as if a warm-hearted woman might step out at any moment and greet you with a smile.

But Haida dared not let her guard down.

In the theories of the Mystery Hunters, all emotions without a cause are dangerous. Fear may certainly send shivers down one's spine, but intimacy... can also be a kind of bait that intoxicates and seduces.

"Squeak..." The door to the house was unlocked, and she opened it with a gentle push.