"call…"

Secretly relieved, Lucid looked at the "witch" in front of him, feeling quite relieved in his heart.

But for some reason, she felt a little uneasy inexplicably, as if she always felt that something was wrong...

The corners of the girl's mouth were still slightly raised, as if mocking something.

...

Tingen.

Outside the Church of St. Serena in the North District.

Three sneaky figures appeared on the edge of the square in front of the church.

The square at night is quite deserted, and there are no other pedestrians on the road, which is in sharp contrast with the excitement during the day.

However, in the square, there are still a few down and out of homeless people.

These poor people lay on the benches on both sides of the park, their eyes hollow and numb, like walking dead.

Looking at the brightly lit church not far away, the three could not help but slow down subconsciously.

This is the hooded trio who escaped from the "Night Watcher" before.

They had just "escaped the danger", and they came here on the go, quite a sense of "self-investing in the net".

The light of different colors radiated through the colorful mosaic glass windows of the church, reflecting on the faces of the three people with different expressions.

"Box three, this, is this really... okay?"

One of them "groaned" and swallowed, his tone stammering and worrying.

"madness!"

After "Cube Three" reprimanded in a low voice, he twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and sighed solemnly:

"Now, do you think we still have a way out?"

"Ugh…"

After sighing, an unspeakable look flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly:

"Get started... Actually, it may not be a dead end."

The three exchanged glances at each other, as if they had made up their minds.

Without talking, they walked towards the brightly lit Church of St. Selena...

On the other side of the North District, in the house with a red chimney.

Ince Zangwill looked at the line of words in the notebook on the desktop with his only remaining eye, without speaking for a long time.

Suddenly, with a "bang", he slapped the table fiercely.

"Shit!"

Old Ince was furious.

His face, as deep as a statue, was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water, and a crazy cold light flashed in his blue and black pupils.

As if venting his anger, he swept the notebook and other things on the desktop aside, "cracking" and fell to the ground.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

Panting hard, Old Ince looked at the scorched scenery outside the window, unable to speak for a long time.

A dangerous breath exuded all over him, as terrible as a wounded beast.

I don't know how long it has passed before Ince finally moved again.

He opened the metal box with layers of symbols and magic signs on the desktop, and trembling hands took out the seemingly ordinary quill pen from it.

"call…"

Taking a long breath, the old man picked up the notebook that had been thrown to the ground and opened the previous page blankly.

After thinking a little bit, he added another sentence after the sentence "For unknown reasons, Mrs. Sharon noticed the strangeness before the arrival of the "Night Watchers" and ran away desperately":

"But despite not encountering Mrs. Sharon, the'Night Watchers' in Tingen encountered other things unexpectedly on their way back..."

After finishing this line of sentences, Ince Zangwill stopped writing and exhaled with a slightly painful expression on his face.

Lifting his head, he looked out the window, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

Time is running out.

If he can't be promoted to Sequence 4 successfully, he will soon wither and die alone.

As the "Eternal Sleeper" Path Transcendent, Ince is very clear about the definition of "death", but it is precisely because of this that he fears death even more.

"Kang Dang" closed the metal box, and Ince started to move.

After cleaning up a bit, he wore a black classical robe and put on those shiny leather boots indiscriminately, and left here from the devastated garden path.

On the other side, Lucid, who was very worried, remained "invisible" and went to his residence in silence.

After careful consideration, she decided to put Mrs. Sharon's question on hold.

Both of them are the "witches" of the series four, and the outcome of the fight is still unclear.

So Lucid decided to drag it for a while.

After dealing with Tingen's affairs, perhaps we can unite Klein and Mr. Azik to deal with this supernatural being of the Witch Sect.

So after she pondered for a while, she gave an order to make Mrs. Sharon temporarily concealed in Tingen and be on standby at any time.

The latter, who was in a strange state, naturally did not doubt, and accepted the order very cooperatively.

But this made Lucid feel that something is wrong.

It seems that in this series of events, there is an indescribable weirdness.

But despite this feeling, after thinking about it again, she didn't know exactly what was wrong.

The fireworks from the gas street lamps on both sides of the street flickered, emitting a little dim glow.

Suddenly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Lucid stopped.

A faint smell of blood drifted in the wind, causing her to frown.

Looking in the direction of the wind, the girl saw the towering spire of St. Selena’s Cathedral.

In the crimson moonlight, the tall spire seemed to be coated with a layer of blood, revealing a little distorted unreality.

There seemed to be a sense of oppression passing by, but it quickly disappeared.

But at this moment, heavy and rhythmic vibrations came from the corner of the street, like a dull drum.

"Huh!"

A dark shadow passed by the end of the street, quickly passed the corner, and disappeared into the night of another street.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Before Lucid could react, a series of gunshots followed, making her ears "buzz".

The smell of blood became stronger.

This night, there seemed to be an exceptionally hustle and bustle.

On the square in front of St. Serena's Church, Klein stood in a daze, looking at Dunn's back.

Time seemed to stand still, and the two stood motionless in front of the church, like two marble statues.

Under a gas street lamp in another part of Tingen, Ince Zangwill looked at the line of wet-ink writing on the notebook, and couldn't help showing a satisfied expression on his face.

He closed his notebook with a "pop", and he looked at a mansion not far away.

This is a mansion that is not luxurious.

The corners of Old Ince's mouth curled up, showing a sullen smile.