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The Demon floated in mid-air, its grotesque laughter echoing through the room, carrying a shadowy, indistinct blur.

Its hood faced Guan En's direction in anticipation, and then it suddenly drifted above Zhu Yan's head to whisper to him.

"Look."

Zhu Yan didn't look at Guan En; he was looking at the altar.

Four candles burned silently in the dim lighting of the room, releasing a strange fragrance.

This scent mingled with the low, snickering weird laughter of The Demon, making Zhu Yan's head start to spin.

Because of this, he had to pinch his palms hard to stay awake.

"Look at his expression. Does he really think he can escape?"

Zhu Yan heard a trace of anticipation in The Demon's bizarre tone.

He slightly turned his eyes, watching this eerie cloak lower its hood, aiming that empty void at his head and blowing a gust of cold air carrying a putrid stench.

Zhu Yan felt so disgusted he wanted to vomit.

"He looks like he wants to make a move."

This voice was a hiss almost pressed directly against Zhu Yan's ear.

The cold air brushed past his outer ear, bringing a sharp pain. Zhu Yan felt like his ear was being corroded by something.

This "he" naturally referred to Guan En on the sofa.

However, Zhu Yan didn't look toward the sofa. He noticed that under the dim light, a small mass of black mist was slowly taking shape beneath The Demon's hood.

"Madam is wise."

The pain in his ear grew sharper.

Zhu Yan clenched his teeth, watching the smoke condense into two slender straws.

"If it were just me and The Witch here, I wouldn't dare do this."

"Madam is truly the best. I am willing to serve Madam faithfully..."

The Demon's voice became very shrill. The translucent cloak suddenly reached toward the altar, and the bone-chilling cold that could corrode human flesh retreated with it.

"Hold on a moment, darling," The Witch's cloyingly sweet voice rang out, flashing a smile at the tense Guan En on the sofa.

The black cat began to circle the stiff-bodied Guan En, rubbing affectionately against his calf.

Its mouth split open bizarrely, a glistening string of drool sliding down its sharp teeth.

Guan En lifted his leg to avoid the black cat's touch. Zhu Yan saw him bite the tip of his tongue once again.

"Alright," he said, glancing warily toward Zhu Yan. "Thank you."

His ability could suppress one of these things.

The floor-to-ceiling windows here could be opened.

Although he didn't have a handy weapon, if he immobilized The Witch and quickly threw her downstairs...

A more ideal method would be to use The Witch's body to block The Inspector's attack...

Would it go smoothly?

"I have already spoken with it," The Witch before the altar swallowed hard. "Don't worry... when I say there's no reward, there is none..."

As The Witch spoke, she used those unnaturally blue eyes to observe Zhu Yan's reaction.

Zhu Yan stared at her coldly, unmoving.

He felt warm liquid drip onto his shoulder. Only after The Witch turned back around did he dare raise his hand to touch it.

It was flesh and blood—half of his ear had actually melted like butter.

The melted portion was slowly spreading, bringing with it a pain that pierced his bones little by little.

Zhu Yan wanted to scream, feeling cold sweat run down his temples.

But he couldn't.

His life was important, and the mission was only one step away from completion!

He stared intently at The Demon floating behind the altar, watching it slowly spit two slender tubes out from its hood.

Judging by Guan En's posture, this guy would probably go straight to snatch the two vials of potion.

This was Zhu Yan's only teammate on the field; he had to coordinate with his actions.

The moment Guan En grabbed the potions was the moment he would strike!

Compared to The Witch, The Demon had been drained once by the grievance and was no longer very strong.

Moreover, The Demon was in the air, while The Witch was on the ground. Obviously, The Witch was easier to deal with.

"If he tries to attack us, you will step in, right, Madam?"

The Demon's hoarse voice echoed in his mind, making him somewhat dizzy.

Of course I will.

I'll kill The Witch, and then I'll kill you.

Despite the pain, Zhu Yan forced a smile.

Perhaps this ferocious smile perfectly fit the persona of "Madam," as The Demon began its grotesque laughter once again.

This time, the laughter was a bit muffled, accompanied by strange dry heaves.

Zhu Yan watched the two fully-formed straws grow longer, slowly extending outward from beneath the hood.

If there were a head under the hood, the place where the straws came out would be roughly where the mouth was.

Zhu Yan prayed that this thing wouldn't carry The Demon's gastric acid.

"It's coming!" The Witch said joyfully.

The black cat arched its back, emitting an excited purring sound from its throat, its glowing red eyes fixed tightly on Guan En.

Guan En looked at the altar.

Two slender straws, with small vials attached to their ends, dropped from The Demon's hood, landing precisely in the center of the tablecloth.

The instant the clattering sound rang out, Guan En leaped up and lunged toward the nearby altar!

"Ahhhhh—"

At the same moment, The Witch's terrifying scream pierced Zhu Yan's eardrums.

She had been pinned down by an invisible force.

Those azure eyes darted wildly in their sockets. Her hands hadn't even had time to leave the altar, frozen with her fingertips touching the tablecloth.

Only her expression revealed anger and terror—

Is this Guan En's ability?

So powerful!

In just two short seconds, The Witch's eyes snapped toward Zhu Yan. Her cloyingly sweet voice gradually distorted, its trailing notes becoming shrill and horrifying.

"Madam—!"

Is this the good show that Eye of the Abyss wanted to see?

Even this high-level horror creature hadn't anticipated that the players would make a preemptive strike!

Before the voice had faded, Zhu Yan had already moved.

Time was short. He didn't have time to divert his attention to the demon, only noticing that the black cat had jumped onto the sofa and was lunging toward Guan En's back.

Meanwhile, Guan En, clutching the two potions, had clearly anticipated his attack.

He grabbed The Witch's clothes and swiftly pulled her across in front of him as a shield.

Beautifully done.

Zhu Yan felt a profound sense of relief in his heart.

The next second, the short dagger plunged forcefully into The Witch's chest. The distorted shriek came to an abrupt halt.

The black cat's sharp claws had already touched Guan En's skin.

Now!

The force of the attack passed through The Witch's body to Guan En's hands. The instant he felt this force, he immediately shifted his ability, immobilizing the black cat.

The tips of its claws ruthlessly carved a long gash across Guan En's back before it fell stiffly to the floor.

Guan En didn't know if he would die, but right now, he had no mind to worry about the distant future.

The Witch could no longer harm him, and the black cat could not deal him a fatal blow either.

At the very least, this was a good start!

Everything happened in less than ten seconds, so fast that The Demon couldn't even react.

Its chaotic laughter ceased abruptly, and then, in the silent room, a crisp shattering sound suddenly rang out.

Gripping the hilt of the dagger, Zhu Yan felt The Witch's body suddenly become extremely hot.

Crack.

A crack appeared from the spot where the short dagger had pierced, immediately spreading up to the face.

The Witch's azure eyes darted around. She raised a hand, trying to touch her cheek.

But the fractures did not give her the chance.

They sprang up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Accompanied by a crisp, crackling sound, The Witch's body rapidly shattered, crumbling into a pile of porcelain shards in mere seconds.

The black cat let out a shrill shriek.

Zhu Yan ignored it and deactivated [Roleplay].

Truth be told, he felt a lingering fear over what had just happened.

The black cat had struck so suddenly—that was completely different from what he had explicitly instructed!

At this moment.

The Witch's body had been completely obliterated. Zhu Yan's dagger pointed straight ahead, aimed directly at Guan En.

Straining under the extreme tension, Guan En did not even dare to breathe.

The purplish-gray woman's face, covered in festering sores, visibly returned to normal. It shifted into a visage that he had no memory of, yet felt inexplicably familiar.

There was still The Demon left to deal with.

Zhu Yan delightedly admired Guan En's dilated pupils and activated his ability, [Complaint].