Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

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After carefully putting away the statue of the original demon goddess, Admisor left the East District. He was now wearing clean clothes, and his hair was a little messy but not greasy. He felt like he was reborn.

This time he returned to the Dragon Bar because the old man here still owed him a big meal. He lowered his head, muttered to himself, walked close to the wall, and occasionally shivered.

If someone looked closely, they would notice that Admisol's gray-blue pants and worn linen shirt were very clean, but unfortunately no one cared about him.

Admisol didn't pay any attention to them. He found a secluded corner, put some clean cardboards and newspapers there, and then huddled there to leisurely observe the irritable drunkards in the bar drinking and gambling.

Until night fell, no one noticed when Admithal disappeared.

In the western suburbs of Tingen City, there is a gray-blue two-story building.

The closer Admisol got, the more shrill the cries and cries in his ears became. He was leisurely enough to distinguish them and found that they were almost all the voices of old people.

In front of the small building, there is a garden that gives people a feeling of dilapidated and gloomy.

As Admisol approached, pale arms stretched out from the garden, and the gray-blue building in front of him looked like a ferocious beast with its huge mouth opened, ready to kill anyone.

Snapped!

Admisol slapped himself hard, and all the illusions in front of him disappeared instantly.

"So this is the trance and hallucination caused by the uncontrollable restless spirit?"

"To be honest, it's pretty tasteless."

Ademisol commented lightly.

Although auditory and visual hallucinations can help "monsters" perceive potential dangers, inspiration can also achieve a similar degree, but out of the instinct of self-preservation, it is not as clear as hallucinations and can touch more "reality".

He took out the statue of the original demon goddess, held it in his hands, and walked towards the target building as if on a pilgrimage.

"Who are you? Why do you have this statue in your hands?"

A woman's voice came from the darkness, but Ademisol did not see any figure.

"Of course, the original owner of the statue asked me to come. He did something in the dock area that angered the Nighthawks. In order to avoid causing trouble for you, he sent me here."

Admisol was wearing a black tuxedo and had clown makeup on his face. Even those who knew him best couldn't recognize him.

"Lin Nuo? You should know him, right? He stole a seal from the Nighthawks, so the Nighthawks are very sensitive to wild superhumans now. If they find your trace, they may deploy another seal."

Admithal explained as he took out a star crystal and placed it on the ground before taking a few steps back.

"This star crystal contains a curse filled by Lin Nuo. You should be able to believe my identity, right?"

A woman in a hooded black robe appeared out of nowhere. She picked up the star crystal on the ground and started to play with it curiously. As a witch, she felt a little novel about the object in her hand.

"Heh, this guy Lin Nuo always likes to make some fancy, useless toys."

Although she was very curious, Miss Triss was very stubborn.

Chapter 42: Evil Altar

"Who are you? From the Spiritual Knowledge Society?"

Triss played with the star crystal in her hand for a while, then looked at Admisol and asked.

"I'm just a poor bastard who was played with."

"You can also understand that I am the unlucky guy who blocked the knife for you at the critical moment."

Admisol spread his hands helplessly. After all, he had been paid, so he had to accept it even if he had to work overtime late into the night.

"It seems that guy has a lot of secrets."

Triss smiled when she saw the gray eyes of Admithal and Lino.

"Come in with me. You are too weak. You really can't do anything except standing guard and blocking the knife."

Triss looked at Admisor and turned away, not taking him seriously at all.

"Tell me about yourself."

"An orphan, born half a Sequence Nine monster, with high inspiration, needs a gun."

Admisol didn't care about Triss's attitude. He looked at her slim back, licked his lips and said.

"But those are secondary. Can you give me a black robe of the same style first?"

"After seeing your outfit, I suddenly feel like I'm just like a clown."

"Pfft."

"Be more confident. The clown is not as funny as you."

Triss turned around and looked at Admisol. She sneered and prepared two pistols and a black robe for Admisol.

The corners of Admisol's mouth twitched. Due to his incomplete memory, his business skills were not very proficient.

He only remembered that Lin Nuo was wearing a gray robe when he attacked the dock area. In order to avoid suspicion, he chose to dress like a clown in a tuxedo.

But now seeing Triss's outfit, Admisol realized that he was young. When people were doing bad things outside, they all wore black robes. There was no need to dress up like a clown.

After washing up again and putting on a hooded black robe, Admisol told Lino all the messages he had asked him to bring to Triss. Then he took his gun and went to an empty room on the second floor. His gray eyes looked down at the barren garden behind the building.

For several days, Admisor slept in the Dragon Bar during the day and ran to Triss's lair to keep watch at night. He learned from Triss that the cursed altar was about to be completed, and also heard some rumors of a rising death rate in the bar.

Outside the glass window, the garden was dilapidated and gloomy, and the river flowed darkly, reflecting the starlight. Everything was extremely quiet, without any sound, and it seemed that there were no reptiles and no life.

On the first floor of the house, a wind so cold that it could freeze a person to death was blowing non-stop. Formless and transparent figures were wandering around everywhere blankly and numbly.

In the center of the altar was a round table, on which sat a statue carved from bones. With the nourishment of the lost lives, the hair that reached down to the statue's ankles seemed to be wriggling and leaping restlessly.

Many crudely made puppets were piled up in a mess around the statue of the original witch, each with a name and corresponding information written on it.

The name of John Maynard, the Conservative MP for Tingen and the maid's ex-fiance, Mr. Joyce, was on the list.

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

Triss was alone in front of the round table preparing to open the altar, when suddenly a bloody mark appeared on the silver mirror on her right hand side.

"Damn it, it's at this time?"

Triss's face turned gloomy. She gave up unnecessary preparations and started chanting the spell to activate the altar that had been set up for a long time.

On the second floor, Admisol could only see the iron fence that was almost blending into the darkness, but the revolver in his hand was locked on Fry, the "corpse collector" who quietly climbed over the wall.

boom!

Admisol fired without hesitation in the direction where his inspiration led him. His head sank and the world in front of him rippled like the surface of water. The "guardian" spell in his pocket lit up with purple light.

boom! boom! boom!

Admisol relied on the "Guardian" spell to resist the nightmare's forced entry into his dream. He rolled over to avoid the shooting of Leonard and Luo Yao.

After getting up from the ground, Admisol did not stay there. He moved towards the place on the first floor where Triss had set up the altar.

Outside the courtyard, the corpse collector Frye was shot in the right shoulder. He hid at the edge of the wall, covering his bleeding shoulder. Dunn, Leonard and Luo Yao stayed not far away.

"The other party can resist my forced dream entry. Frye is injured. You will meet up with Klein later to act together."

"Leonard and I will be in charge of the frontal assault. Luo Yaoni will be in charge of the rear with Sealed Artifact 3-0271, the Psychic's Mirror. Be careful not to be caught in the mirror's light."

Dunn solemnly gave his teammates an exhortation.

"Yes, Captain!"

Leonard gritted his teeth and agreed. Although there was a flame of hatred burning in his green eyes, it made him calmer.

After the bitter lesson at the dock last time, he had grown a lot, and although he wanted to seek revenge on the bastards of the Witch Church, he no longer had the arrogance and conceit that he had at the beginning.

Dunn and Leonard looked at each other. One of them sneaked in from the window on the second floor, choosing to avoid the front of the evil altar, while the other stood in the courtyard and began to chant poems loudly to appease the ghost wandering on the first floor.

Frye was unwilling to leave like this. As a corpse collector, he already possessed some of the characteristics of corpses, and the injury on his shoulder was not that serious. He provided support to Luo Yao who was holding the seal from behind.

Klein, who was staying far away, also rushed over. He put away the coin facing up in his hand and protected his two teammates.

Admisol did not choose to ambush Dunn and his men. He closed his eyes and followed his perception to avoid the transparent ghosts. The cold wind blowing on his body caused his body temperature to continue to drop.

"Just do your best to accomplish your goal. The two of us won't be able to delay for long!"

Admisol shouted to Triss who was standing in the center of the altar. He moved to the edge of the altar and picked up a box that had been prepared long ago from the ground.

"I lost the bet to Lin Nuo, so I will naturally fulfill my promise!"

Triss gave Admisol a look and put the puppet with Joyce's name on it into the dim yellow-green flames.

The puppet struggled and cried in the flames as if it were alive, but in the end it could only unwillingly turn into ashes.

Triss picked up another puppet with Senator Maynard's name on it, broke off its limbs one by one, and threw it into the candlelight.

Admisol didn't waste any words when he saw this. He opened the box on the ground and took out a puppet with Dunn Smith's name on it.

He also picked up a candle and lit it with the help of the three candles in the center, then walked around the round table and placed himself in a position with his back to the statue of the Original Demon Goddess.

Chapter 43 Controlling Evil Spirits

Dunn, who had just climbed to the second floor, was greeted by a gust of cold wind. The glass behind him suddenly shattered, and the dark curtain behind the window, wrapped in the glass fragments, swallowed Dunn's head in one gulp as if it had life.

At the altar on the first floor, Admisol was holding a puppet with Dunn Smith's name on it between his two fingers, as if he wanted to twist the puppet's head off.

As the black light danced at his fingertips, the light of the three candles in front of Triss became dimmer.

Triss glanced at Admisor. Although she felt a little sad that the curses she had collected with great effort were wasted, it was still better than being wiped out by those Nighthawks.

She picked up another small puppet and threw it into the fire. She would curse as many as she could kill now. At worst, she could find other ways to act out the role later.

Shit!

There was a tearing sound, and the 'noose' that Admisor had put around the puppet's neck was torn off abruptly. The puppet strangely broke away from his palm and tore the canvas woven with the curse.

Admisol didn't care. He bit his finger and a drop of blood fell on the puppet's forehead. Some vague shadows appeared around and bit the puppet.

He also bent down and took out a few puppets nearby, on which were written the names and birthdays of Leonard, Frye, Luo Yao, Klein and others.

This information was kindly provided by Miss Roshan. As a civilian staff member of the Nighthawks, recording this information is her basic job.

On the second floor of the room, before Dunn was about to suffocate, he used brute force to tear off the curtain that was wrapped around himself. His arms were cut by the glass fragments as he was protecting his head.

Pong!

Dunn didn't care about his injuries. He threw the broken curtain aside and shot the other half of the curtain that was still about to rush towards him. A deep red color quickly seeped out and the curtain returned to normal.

Woo!

The cold wind that was shouting a strong breath of death was still lingering in the room. Shadows walked up from the first floor one after another, and they threw themselves onto various objects in the room one by one.

The figure on the wall turned its eyes and looked at Dunn. Bloodstains began to appear on the mirror in the room, and bloody handprints appeared on the floor and ceiling.

"Dead?"

Dunn was not frightened by the scene before him. He just slowly raised the muzzle of the gun, and the golden demon-hunting bullets with a sacred aura were loaded into the magazine.

In front of the lobby on the first floor, the corpse collector Frye warned Luo Yao who was in front of him.

"Be careful, I saw a lot of evil spirits."

In Frye's eyes, invisible and transparent figures wandered around everywhere blankly and numbly, almost blocking all the ways forward.

"It's okay. We have Sealed Artifact 3-0217. You two should follow me closely!"

Luo Yao held up the 'Mirror of the Psychic' and led the way forward. The shadows that blocked the way were reflected by the Sealed Object 3-0217 and were all sucked into the mirror.

In just a moment, those originally numb and confused shadows seemed to have received some instructions, and they hid one by one.

Luo Yao glanced at the two companions behind her. She was about to move forward, but was grabbed by the shoulders by Klein and Frye and forced to retreat.

hum!hum!hum!

After Luo Yao was pulled back a few steps by Klein and the others, she heard some subtle noises getting closer, which made the usually cold and introverted Ms. Insomniac feel uneasy.

"Fack! No way!"

Klein took a deep breath when he heard the dense flapping and crawling sounds. The three of them just watched as a group of disgusting insects with flapping wings broke through the window and flew in directly.

At the same time, all kinds of ferocious spiders were surrounding them from all directions along the floor and walls.

Outside the courtyard, Leonard Mitchell, who was reciting a poem, suddenly stumbled, and the tattered and messy vines spread out and wrapped around his ankles, pulling him into the soil.

In front of the circular altar, Admisol was controlling several puppets by himself. The green candlelight in front of him flickered, and white phantoms surrounded the puppets.

Triss looked at the pile of puppets left in front of her, gritted her teeth and shouted at Admisol.