The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

Chapter 198: Destined Death

Mrs. Sharon is not in any anxious mood, and even has a mentality of teasing her enemies... Of course, this is directly related to her current state.

Recently, her mentality has been slightly unbalanced, and this change happened silently, and she herself was not aware of it.

The process of digesting the potion suddenly accelerated, and the chance to harvest the statue of the "Original Witch", coupled with the promise of "Lady Despair" Panatia, made Mrs. Sharon a little inflated and began to act unscrupulously.

She was ready to leave Tingen and go to the next city to play a greater role after being promoted to the "Witch of Pain" in Sequence Five.

Therefore, Mrs. Sharon dared to hunt Klein and other "Nighthawks" in turn. She was not blindly confident, but confident because she had the help of Louise, who was also a "witch".

As for the Nighthawks in Tingen, they probably only have one mid-sequence Beyonder...

Deep down in her heart, she had regarded tonight's hunting as a grand performance before she left Tingen.

But she didn't know that all the gifts of fate had already been marked with a secret price.

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In the bedroom, the "cat and mouse" battle continues.

In a daze, Mrs. Sharon was stunned for a moment. Although she quickly came to her senses, when she tried to dodge again, she was already half a beat too late. The tarot card thrown by Klein shook her wrist and cut her shoulder.

Tiny wounds.

"Nightmare" method!

She immediately made a judgment in her mind, and at the same time she was a little confused. Why didn't Louise stop the other party?

First, the person who came was too powerful, and Louise was defeated instantly.

Second, Louise has a problem.

No matter which situation occurs, the situation on the field has been reversed. From being in control of the victory, it has suddenly become a turtle in the urn.

So, Mrs. Sharon decided to run away... Although she was a little dizzy after being arranged by "0-08", her most basic reason was not lost.

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Klein was also surprised that he could hurt Mrs. Sharon so easily, but he was keenly aware of the problem.

"The captain is here!"

He said in surprise, turned around at the same time, and threw several tarot cards towards the empty windows and doorways.

With the sharp sound of the cards breaking through the air, Klein continued to shout to remind his teammates:

"She's running away!"

Cornley's reaction was just as quick. He immediately rushed to the door and pointed the "psychic mirror" towards the path where Mrs. Sharon might appear.

The high-speed flying cards were like flying knives. Unfortunately, they did not hit the target and had no choice but to get into the hard wall. However, a figure was quickly outlined in the air. It was Mrs. Sharon wearing a translucent nightgown with brown hair and brown eyes.

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As soon as Mrs. Sharon was exposed, her eyes suddenly lost their look, and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep while standing.

Naturally, they were no strangers to their captain's abilities. Both of them, Klein, were shocked and their confidence was rekindled.

The "nightmare" at such a distance can easily be broken free. If fatal damage is not caused to it within a short period of control, Mrs. Sharon will soon forcefully escape.

At the critical moment, Cornley stepped forward decisively and pointed the "psychic mirror" at Mrs. Sharon, who was standing there blankly.

The next second, Mrs. Sharon's body trembled, the look in her brown eyes quickly returned to normal, and her gaze found focus.

However, what she saw was not an enemy, but a mirror that moved from far to near, and then she saw her own innocent and charming appearance in the mirror.

Damn it, it's that sealed object... Mrs. Sharon reacted immediately, but she had no time to dodge. She found that her face in the mirror was rapidly decaying, like a mummy that had been aged for thousands of years, with skin and flesh falling off her body piece by piece.

"No!"

Mrs. Sharon screamed sadly, as if she was suffering the same pain as in the mirror.

Her skin quickly turned green and yellow pus flowed from the corners of her eyes.

For a moment, Mrs. Sharon burned quiet black flames from the inside out, as if she was expelling something. The invisible filaments entangled herself into a "silkworm chrysalis" to block possible external harm.

At this time, there was a clanging sound, and Dunn broke through the window frame and rolled into the room.

He quickly made a rough judgment about the battle scene, and then found that the white "silkworm chrysalis" on the carpet cracked open, and the black flames turned into fluorescent lights and scattered around.

Dunn immediately closed his eyes and reached out to hold his eyebrows.

Silent ripples spread out in all directions, Mrs. Sharon's eyelids couldn't stop falling, and under Dunn's thin black windbreaker, there were venomous snake-like things squirming one after another.

During the stalemate between the two, Klein rolled over lightly and picked up his own revolver that he had just thrown on the carpet.

He grabbed three silver demon-hunting bullets with his left hand, stuffed them into the bullet holes with skill, and aimed the gun at Mrs. Sharon with both hands, aiming between her eyebrows.

boom!

The silver demon-hunting bullet flashed and hit the "fixed target" accurately.

There was a bloodstain between Mrs. Sharon's eyebrows, but the bullet seemed to have passed through many layers of invisible obstacles, lost most of its power, and failed to open the opponent's skull.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again, and a rain of blood spread out along with white dots. The beauty, Mrs. Sharon, turned into a skull-crushing corpse that would give every man nightmares.

At least, she died in a dream and probably didn't suffer much pain.

Klein carefully put away his revolver, turned around and saw his teammate Cornley, who was standing behind him, holding the "Psychic Mirror" upside down and facing the ground.

"The battle is over?" he asked.

"It's over." Dunn opened his eyes and said in a deep voice. His face was a little pale, but he did not prevent a smile from appearing on his lips. He looked at the two Kleins with admiration and praised seriously:

"You cooperated very well and completed the task very well."

"I made a mistake. I didn't notice that Mrs. Sharon had already left the dream. If it hadn't been for your smooth delay, and if she hadn't seen herself in the 'psychic mirror', we might have been able to just watch her.

Escaped successfully."

It was the first time for Cohen to undertake such a dangerous mission and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was about to express some thoughts when he heard Klein say before him:

"Captain, can you channel me now?"

Dunn closed his eyes and pondered for a while, nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, the servants have all fallen asleep, and Cornley and I will be guarding you."

"Be careful, don't try to ask for information about the 'True Creator' and the 'Original Witch', that is very dangerous."

"I understand." Klein agreed, took out various materials, quickly arranged the altar, and started channeling.

If possible, he would prefer to channel above the gray mist. In that case, he would definitely gain more, but unfortunately the conditions do not allow it.

Entering the gray dreamland, Klein stretched out his hand to touch the spirit belonging to Mrs. Sharon, and then recited the divination sentence:

"Mrs. Sharon's connection with Ince Zangwill."

"Mrs. Sharon's connection with Ince Zangwill."

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After seven times in a row, my eyes were still gray and there was no movement.

Klein secretly thought that indeed, he had already guessed this result. After all, the prerequisites for divination were insufficient and there was a high possibility of interference. He changed the divination sentence and said:

"Mrs. Sharon's associate."

"Mrs. Sharon's associate."

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This time, he saw a clear picture.

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